Chapter 224, Destroying the Gate

The poor little Mr. Horn had no idea who he had offended.

So when he fell asleep on Christmas Eve with the blessings of the Great and Old Jiaoen, several shadows in the darkness had slowly and quietly spread.

The ancient inheritor of the way of the Oriental Assassins knocked on a very simple lock and entered the manor of the Jiao En family.

The Horns continued to listen to the radio without feeling it, and President Roosevelt gave a Christmas congratulatory speech around Christmas, and then they listened to a play performance.

Old and Big Jon packed their gifts for the children into their Christmas stockings, and they got ready for bed.

"Long live purebreds." Two 3 Klan guys, drank a few bottles of wine and went to sleep.

"Have a good dream, Might." Old Jiaoen said.

"You too, have a good dream, father."

When the two of them were about to go to bed, countless figures had already entered the various rooms.

When old Jon dozed off and entered his room, a dark figure suddenly burst out from behind, holding a razor-sharp dagger, and slashed his throat in one fell swoop.

Old Jiaoen made a great sound, and he wanted to make a sound in a daze, but he couldn't make a sound when his throat was cut.

His eyes looked at the glowing light bulb in confusion, and he fell to the carpet with his hands on his neck.

He didn't know who he had offended, why the other party would kill him on Christmas Eve, and if there was something to talk about, couldn't he talk about it? He is also a capitalist anyway, and if someone gives you money, I will give it three times.

But he couldn't say any of these words, he just felt like his consciousness was being drained.

"Am I going to heaven?" He thought so.

The night was full of carnage, his wife died young, and the old housekeeper, who had no sons, was killed in the plantation.

Since it was Christmas Eve, the servants all went home, so no one died.

The family, everyone, nineteen people, including children, plus twenty housekeepers, were all killed overnight by five killers sent by Wang Yajiao.

and brought with him the money that Mr. Jr. Jr. had not paid, and the gold of the little Indian landowner.

This is what they deserve.

Because before they acted, they had already contacted the Indians, who were also not more than Christmas.

They promised to kill the big Mr. John, and all they had to do was give them the gold that had been robbed.

The Indians agreed, and then there was this operation, Wang Yajiao's assassination party, they were assassins who followed certain rules, but they also had their own ideas.

They were so arrogant that they put their organization's logo behind the fat of each corpse.

And they didn't kill the little Mr. Jiaoen who returned from school, but chose to torture him.

This little Mr. Jon was the last to be killed, and before he was killed, except for the killer, some members of the Jon family had already lost their lives.

Then the killers woke up little Mr. Jon, gagged him, and tortured him until the middle of the night before killing the poor creature.

Mr. Xiao Jiaoen actually saw the dead bodies of his relatives one by one, and he had a nervous breakdown, and then he knew who this group of killers was, but this group of killers did not give her any chance to defend herself, showing him a few of the ten great tortures of the Manchu Dynasty.

In the end, this gentleman also died under Ling Chi's punishment.

The reason why he died so quickly was that although the killer was a good killer, it was the first time Ling Chi had done this thing, so he was a little excited, so he accidentally slashed this one to death with a dagger.

It's nothing to pity just playing people to death these killers, just leave.

They are not those who can't get out if they stick their heads in the gold mountain banknotes, the leader (Wang Yajiao) has not treated them badly at all, and besides, what does the killer want so much money for, there are so many ghosts in this place now, it doesn't meet his own aesthetics at all.

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Sheriff Black is a Sheriff in the suburbs of Seattle who is put on duty at the police station on Christmas Day by his boss, the odious Chief Cohen, on Christmas Day.

What are you kidding, will anyone sin at Christmas?

So just as he picked up the newspaper that the newsboy had brought this morning, braving the snow, he was about to sit down near the fireplace and take a look.

Suddenly, there was a sound outside, and it turned out to be the phone in his office.

"Hey! Police station? I'm John Schmidt, come to Joan Manor, Mr. Joon's family has been killed. ”

Sheriff Black was so frightened that the newspapers fell to the floor.

it, someone really does something on Christmas Day.

He was even more surprised to learn that it was the family of Mr. Jon, a well-known Seattle city councilor, who were attacked.

"We're going to be in big trouble now." Sheriff Black muttered to himself.

Then he took two police officers to check, and the remaining one went to inform his fat pig boss, Mr. Cohen.

When Sergeant Brian arrived, he saw these two very modest men at the gate of the manor.

One of them ran over when he saw Sheriff Brian, and the other followed.

"Who is John Schmidt?"

"I am!" The one who came first quickly said, "I'm John Schmidt." Fear was written all over this man's face, "It's so miserable, it's so miserable, Officer Black." ”

Seeing that he was incoherent, Blake didn't care, pushed the two of them away and prepared to go in to check the scene, and then he gasped, and he saw the old butler dead in the stable.

The old butler is not a powerless old man, when he was young, he was also a famous cowboy in Seattle, but now he is dead without the power to resist, and there is not even a trace of a fight.

Or rather, this morning's heavy snow has covered all traces.

But when he walked up to the butler, he knew that he didn't have to worry about clues, because this corpse had a specially shaped card with an axe drawn on it, and he knew what it was, the symbol of the Killer Organization Axe Gang.

You don't have to think about Blake to know what the hell is going on, it's just that someone wants to buy a murderer.

But when he entered the room, he realized that he had thought a little worse, because he saw that he was almost cut into . Poor little Mr. Horn, and the battle-hardened Sergeant Brian all spit out.

Hmm~ The two little police officers also vomited, and it can be seen that there are two larger pools of vomit not far from this vomit.

He wasn't sure what the hell was going on, but he was sure of one thing, and that was that it had something to do with the Axe Gang.

PS: Thank you for the monthly ticket of Zimu Li, a book friend, big brother, this book will be scrapped in the next year, I'm sorry for you, but I really don't dare to write it.

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