Chapter 21: Monsters

Ma Sandao had already felt a strong malice from a woman, and he could only guess that this malice was radiating from Lao Luo. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info But if that's the case, Yang Han's woman's small belly and chicken intestines are inevitably too terrifying.

The two plainclothes criminal policemen deliberately moved closer to "Zhao Heihu", and Ma Sandao followed, but his target was not Zhao Heihu, but the toilet in the bar.

"Zhao Heihu" glanced in the direction of Ma Sandao, and Xu felt that this person's tiptoeing posture attracted him. This beam of gaze also fell on Yang Han's eyes in Wuling Hongguang, "Attention to each group, the target person may have been alert and ready to arrest people." ”

Two criminal policemen walked past "Zhao Heihu" and pretended to look everywhere and carefully looked at the face under the cap: It's not Zhao Heihu! The tense nerves of the two relaxed, and then pretended to be the footsteps of a guest into the bar, turned to a position where no one was paying attention, and pinched the headset to report the situation to Yang Han.

Not Zhao Heihu? Yang Han frowned, the back of the person just now was at least eight points similar to Zhao Heihu in the information.

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From the door of the bar to the toilet, Ma Sandao took one step at a time, and he was frightened along the way, for fear that his efforts would be wasted at the last moment. Seeing the urinal, the guy was ready two steps earlier, but in the end a little accident happened: he had urinated on his hands.

Whew, it's a blessing not to pee your pants. Ma Sandao comforted himself while muttering about whether Yang Han's old woman had reached menopause.

The water was being released happily, and a person came to the side, and Ma Sandao glanced at it, it was the person who was suspected of being Zhao Heihu by Yang Han and them just now. He hadn't seen Zhao Heihu's photo, and he didn't take it seriously, Yang Han's woman just stuffed him into the back seat of Wuling Hongguang from beginning to end, and didn't introduce the details of the arrest to him at all, and didn't even equip him with a walkie-talkie for communication.

Since this person can enter the bar, it is either not Zhao Heihu, or there are other arrangements over there. He's busy releasing water now, so he doesn't have the time to take care of anything else.

He retracted the corner of his eye, squinted, and enjoyed the pleasure of the flood after passing through the floodgates, with a comfortable face.

However, the accidents of life always happen when people are most unprepared.

Ma Sandao felt that the people around him moved, and followed with a cold on his neck; He subconsciously covered his neck, but blood was still gushing out of his fingers.

Finished!

He turned his head and saw the horn scimitar in the other party's hand, and his heart was cold. His skin was a bit like body armor, it could resist bullets, but it couldn't protect against sharp blades, and he estimated that the blade had cut off the blood vessels in the wound.

With the amount of bleeding from the major cervical artery, if it is completely severed, even if you call 120 five minutes in advance, you can't save it.

In January 1793, Louis XVI's head was severed by a guillotine, and he remained conscious for three to five seconds. Ma Sandao's situation was much better than having his entire head cut off, and he desperately covered his wounds to buy his last time in this world.

Another person came in the toilet, a big black man of more than 1.9 meters, dressed in hip-hop dress, dancing a wild fighter dance. It was Roquel, with a metal box in his hand, smiling at him, his teeth as white as crescent moons.

Looking at the person with the mask and peaked cap, the blue eyes and the big butt of the millstone are so eye-catching, Ma Sandao even remembers the taste of her eldest aunt.

The two foreign agents that the Jiangbei police had been looking for actually carried out a beheading operation on Ma Sandao under the noses of a group of criminal police.

Bullshit Zhao Heihu, this Tama is a trap!

As a normal person, Ma Sandao obviously did not have the awareness of being vigilant 24 hours a day, so he was simply attacked and succeeded. When he thought that he was so capable of fighting, but died so poorly, he felt aggrieved.

Roquel began to fiddle with the metal box in his hand, if Liu Xiaosu was here, he must know this portable refrigeration device. This time, it is indeed much easier to directly implement Plan B and cut off the target's head and take it away, which is indeed much easier than Plan A.

But there were still two dozen Chinese police officers outside the bar, and they had to be taken away before they could react.

Fiddling with the freezer and putting his head in, Roquel took the horn scimitar from Monsha's hand, and he was going to cut off the other's head himself.

Ma Sandao seemed to see that death was approaching him, and the horn scimitar was no different from a sickle and a judge's pen in his eyes.

Hey, damn in......

But I'm not reconciled!

Ma Sandao clenched his fists, and when Roquel pressed his head, he smashed it out.

According to the normal bleeding rate, although Ma Sandao was still conscious at this time, he should have basically lost his ability to move because of excessive blood loss.

This is the consensus of the human body, including himself. Yet, the punch he threw was still so powerful.

Roquell didn't wear his high-tech gear this time, and Ma Sandao punched him to the flesh, beating half of his stomach to spasms.

The bleeding speed of the wound on Ma Sandao's neck was slowing down, but it was not because the blood was drained, but because the blood gushed out quickly coagulated, blocking the blood vessels.

The blockage of blood vessels made Ma Sandao feel as uncomfortable as constipation, but this did not affect his physiological activities. After the punch was smashed, he still felt full of strength in his body.

Ma Sandao looked at the puddle of blood on the ground, it had been nearly a minute since he was sneak attacked, although he covered the wound hard, although the speed of the wound spurting blood had slowed down, but he couldn't deny the fact that the puddle of blood on the ground was all his own.

The average person's blood accounts for 8 percent of his body weight, and his body muscle ratio is heavy, and the total blood content should be less than 8 liters, and a puddle of blood on the ground is less than the volume of three bottles of Mengniu milk in a family pack.

Blood is the spring of life for the human body, and when the spring water is depleted, the body will feel unwell and even die. For example, in the brain, when there is no fresh blood for more than five seconds, a person will lose consciousness.

But Ma Sandao didn't feel too much discomfort, the initial feeling of powerlessness was just the fear of death of ordinary people after the major artery in the neck was severed. When he threw his fist, that fear was destroyed by the force of the violence.

He looked at his own blood and found that it was very different from ordinary people, the color was darker, and it felt like half-coagulated pig blood.

These changes are inseparable from the fungus in his blood.

But now is not the time to think about what the relationship is.

Roquel took the horn scimitar and looked at Ma Sandao, his expression was as uncomfortable as eating a fly, "You're a monster!" ”

Yes, I'm a monster.

The gun can't be broken, and the blood can't die, even if the wound cuts the entire large artery in the neck.

Ma Sandao also felt that he was about to become a monster, and he was a monster with cockroach attributes.