After dinner, Haier swaggered back to his bedroom with a shy stomach.

Although tomorrow is the birthday of the eldest lady of the Osiris family, Haier has no intention of preparing for the banquet at all. Wearing rubber overalls, he hummed a little song and was in a very happy mood.

Push open the door, as the residence of the slum tycoon, the decoration here is far more elaborate than the ordinary fisherman's house... Although the shiny furnishings of the city don't match the houses themselves, the finely crafted furnishings are definitely much more expensive, at least in terms of cost, than a few planks that can be put together at random.

"Hiccup... Beauty... Are you still awake? ”

Haier didn't light the lamp, and he was vaguely drunk, and he dragged it indiscriminately, then took off his clothes, and then flicked his heel and closed the door behind him.

This slightly bloated man may not look like he has any strong fighting power. But if he really makes a move, Scarface, who is tall and strong, is no match for him even in hand-to-hand combat, not to mention that he still has a short gun hidden behind his waist all year round.

As a firearm that can be used flexibly, no one in the world of ordinary people can ignore its power.

… Of course, on this occasion, Haier is not cautious enough to bring a gun to bed.

In front of him, there was no one in the large bed with the curtain draped to reply.

Even on such a quiet night, only a slight struggle and shaking could be heard.

But that's enough, for Haile, as long as the captured girl doesn't run away, his nightlife can be quite comfortable.

"Hehe, I'll love you well."

Haier rubbed his hands together and smiled disgustingly.

In the darkness, he lifted the curtain and lewdly reached for the bed.

The first thing the rough palm touched was a smooth and small jade foot, and Haier's hand went all the way up the calf, and soon reached under the pomegranate skirt.

But at the same time, the figure that was originally firmly bound suddenly broke free, he sat up suddenly, and then hugged Haier's neck tightly!

This sudden change made the overlord of the slum a little confused, and before he could understand the cause and effect, he noticed a cold palm touching his lower back, and then, there was a stabbing pain in the back of his neck... It was at this moment that the deadly toxin was injected into his body.

"You... Not! ”

weakly spit out the last word of his life, and in the next moment, Haier's gradually weak mouth was covered with his hands.

His eyes widened, but he didn't lose focus completely, and he saw only a pair of ice-blue eyes staring coldly at him.

INTERVIEWER For fishermen living in the West Sea, the toxin of the colorful puffer fish is not a difficult material to obtain.

After removing this deadly toxin, the puffer fish is delicious enough to be praised by all the foodies who live by the sea. So even if Douglas secretly intercepted some of the toxins and processed them into delicate small injection devices using various second-hand goods, it did not arouse anyone's suspicion.

This undoubtedly played a crucial role in Douglas's poisoning of Haier tonight.

However, just killing this lustful fat man, the boy's work tonight is far from over.

He took off his borrowed skirt and slightly modified the furnishings in the room so that some of the flammable materials were invisibly connected.

He then straightened Hale's body and dragged it down near the door, then pulled out the high-quality pistol from Hale's clothes.

In the end, he rescued the kidnapped woman from under the bed.

He calmed Mrs. Simpson's mood and made sure she didn't scream, and then helped her untie her.

"Thank you! Really, I really don't know how to thank you! ”

The woman lowered her voice, but she still couldn't suppress the excitement in her heart.

Douglas shook his head: "It's not time to relax"

The boy opened the back window he had borrowed when he sneaked into the room, looked cautiously out, and did not notice the guard, before turning back to look at the woman.

Douglas: "Madam, if you believe me, please lie back in bed immediately, or we will die when Hale's men find out that something is wrong." ”

"Okay, okay!"

After a series of dangerous situations, Mrs. Simpson obviously had unconditional trust in the young man in front of her, and she didn't bother to think about why she did it, but instinctively obeyed Douglas's orders.

"Is that all there is to it?"

"If you can, make your clothes messy."

"Huh? Kindness... Okay, okay, I see, so what? ”

After all, a woman is a first-time wife, and doing this kind of thing in front of strangers, even if the other party is a child, is inevitably still a little shy.

"Good." Douglas nodded, glanced out the window again, and at the same time examined the bullet in the short gun: "I would like to ask, do you have any wishes?" ”

Mrs. Simpson: "Huh? ”

Douglas: "Just asking. ”

"I... I hope that my husband can be safe every time he goes to sea, and I hope that the child born in the spring will be happy every day" Speaking of children, the woman's face flashed with the brilliance of motherhood, but her words did not come to the end, "I hope our family will be well..."

———— bang!!

A short gunshot rang out, and a bullet pierced the woman's head, and the pistol that fired the evil bullet... It is in the hands of the boy.

Douglas didn't stop for a moment, and after confirming that Mrs. Simpson was dead, he shoved the remaining two tetrodotoxin syringes into the woman's corset, and fired two more shots at her corpse!

At this moment, the originally peaceful Haier warehouse suddenly became noisy.

Douglas finally slipped the hammer into the hands of Hale, who had also been turned into a corpse, lit the oil lamp, lit the fine furniture and curtains, and slipped out of the way he came.

I remember mentioning a long time ago that Douglas was by no means a good man by the standards of secular values.

He killed Haier in order to allow himself to further the pattern of the Boy Army.

And the killing of Mrs. Simpson is to ensure that nothing happens tonight will never be known by a second person.

Douglas didn't want to bet on whether this ordinary fishing village woman would be able to keep a secret for him, because if anyone paid attention to his life as the leader of the boys' army, what happened in this cottage would surely be an important clue

The boy would not let anyone with a heart get any information about himself from Mrs. Simpson, and he would not let Hale's death scene leave any suspicions that might point to him.

So, he didn't hesitate to shoot.

… After Douglas was out of danger, Hale's men rushed to Hale's bedroom due to the accidental gunshot.

But it was in vain.

They only rescued the bodies of Mrs. Simpson and Hale, and the wooden bedroom was finally burned.

Soon after, they found that more houses in the warehouse area were on fire, and the fire spread so quickly that it quickly burned all along the fishing grounds, and the slum dwellers who lacked the knowledge and means to extinguish the fire were completely helpless.

By the early morning of the next day, this inexplicable fire was finally gradually extinguished...