The good thing is that the cleanup is very simple.

Mr. X pushed the double door open, and the lovely golden sunlight was spreading evenly over the rural scenery outside. He took a few steps back, letting the sunlight shine straight into the shack from the far side, illuminating everything in it. Immediately after, the vixen's corpse suddenly burst into flames, and the pool of blood under the table also steamed up and vanished. A gentle morning breeze blew, sending away the stench of burning flesh and blood.

The yang energy of the sun will completely remove the corpse of the monster, which is why people have had countless stories of encountering goblins since ancient times, but none of them have encountered the corpse of goblins.

Like the green smoke of a strong wind, these corpses always disappear without a trace in the sunlight.

Mr. X stepped into the morning light and looked out at the mist on the pasture behind the house. He is not ready to admit his defeat yet. Had it not been for the fact that he had met the policemen and injected a few more shots of narcotics into the captives, the plan would have succeeded. In fact, he just needs to go back to the previous step and start over.

There is a close connection between his abusive desire and unspeakableness.

However, judging from the current situation, he must put aside the warbler's beforehand. Those stupid Thai police officers are the best reminder to him that he is not living in a vacuum and that he may be arrested at any time.

Mr. X doesn't care about lawsuits, at most he is a little inconvenient to move. But he has to make sure that the plan of action is seamless, which is what he is most proud of.

That's why he chose the warbler as bait. He felt that the death of one or two warblers would not cause much commotion, because they would not have their families to attend the memorial service, and no one would pressure the police to arrest the suspects.

As for the necessary homicide cases to be investigated, the list of suspects is already too numerous to be investigated and pursued by the police. This is all thanks to those leather ~ customers and lower-class residents who have been wandering in the dark streets and alleys all the year round, and have contributed countless scapegoats to him.

Thailand is the largest color ~ love capital in Asia, and here is Pattaya.

Moreover, Thailand is also the largest population trade node in Asia, and it is unknown how many people disappear every year and how many are sold into slavery and organs.

However, this does not mean that he can be careless when acting, or that he can frequently attack the flowing warblers in the convective ~ Ying Street.

He returned to the hut, put away the torture instruments one by one, and then walked back to the house. Before taking a shower, he checked the phone message again.

There were several comments. The most important one is from Billy. Owens. It was clear that the boy had been guilty of something the night before, and that he would call at 1 a.m.

He's starting to look for a place to settle down, and that's great, Mr. X thought. Maybe it's time to talk to Billy about his future.

An hour later, Mr. X's car came to the academy. He walked into the academy and opened the door.

Not long after, the servants and eaters who had come to report at his request arrived one after another. Through the walls of his office, he could hear the crowd talking in the hall in a low voice. The moment he appeared in the hall, everyone fell silent and focused their eyes on Mr. X. They were dressed in black costumes, all dressed as masquerade balls, and wore hideous and terrifying masks.

Only one servant eater had not yet faded - Mr. O's dark hair and dark brown eyes stood out to the crowd.

The longer they stay in the Society, the more they lose their physical characteristics: their brown, black, or red hair eventually turns a dull smoky gray, and yellow, crimson, or brown skin is bleached to a bloodless white.

This particular conversion process takes about 10 years. However, Mr. X noticed that the hair around Mr. O's cheeks had lost its golden color.

Mr. X quickly counted the number of people, and the members of the two elite operations teams were all there. So he locked the door of the academy and led the group to the basement. The boots slammed neatly on the metal staircase, making a sharp and loud sound, like a war drum that showed off the superior strength of the people.

The layout of the combat command room was simple, an ordinary old classroom with 12 chairs, a blackboard and a TV, and directly in front of it was a command podium, without any special facilities.

There's nothing hidden in these humble setups, and Mr. X just doesn't want the high-tech equipment to distract everyone. Organizational motivation is the real purpose and focus of this rally.

"So, tell me about last night." He glanced at the killers below, "How's it going?" ”

He listened to the report and was very dissatisfied with the excuses that he used to shirk. Last night, he only killed 2 vixens, and he set a target of 10.

What's even more shameless is that the 2 vixens were all killed by Mr. O, a newcomer.

Mr. X crossed his arms over his chest: "What's the problem?" ”

"We didn't find any vixens." Mr. M replied.

"I found one last night." Mr. X interrupted him, "Besides, it was easy to find." I would like to add that Mr. O found 2. ”

"Okay, but none of the rest of us have gained anything." Mr. M looked at the servant eaters beside him and emphatically said, "The number of vixens in this area has decreased a lot. ”

"It's not about geography." Someone in the back interjected in a whisper.

Mr. X's gaze passed over the dense crowd in the front row and finally landed on the dark black head of Mr. O in the back row. He wasn't surprised by the killer's astonishing words.

Despite being a newcomer, Mr. O has proven himself to be one of the best in the group, with sharp reflexes and enduring stamina making him an excellent fighter. But like all powerful things, he is unruly and difficult to control.

That's why Mr. X has put him in the company of other servants and eaters with countless centuries of combat experience. He is capable enough to rule over any small organization of several servant eater individuals, and could even consider being placed under Mr. X's direct jurisdiction.

"Mr. O, can you elaborate?" Actually, Mr. X is not interested in his point of view at all, but is just going to use it in the hope of making the newcomer stand out from the rest of the group.

Mr. O shrugged his shoulders indifferently and lazily spat out words bordering on insult: "The problem is in the motivation. We don't have any punishment for failure. ”

"So what are you actually trying to suggest?" Mr. X asked.

Mr. O unceremoniously stepped forward, grabbed Mr. M's hair and lifted it back, cutting his throat with a knife. The surrounding servant eaters jumped away and leaned down in a posture ready to attack, even though Mr. O had already sat back in his seat, calmly wiping the blood from the blade with his fingers.