Julie was stupefied.

Seeing Richard approaching, she stepped back again and again. "Don't ...... Stay back! ”

Richard reluctantly stopped, and removed his armor. "Isn't it comfortable to look like this?"

Julie trembled with a sharp knife in both hands, "What the hell are you!" ”

"I said, I'm Yanlongxia, the embodiment of justice, the hero of the waist twister." Richard looked harmless, "Look, those three who came to kill you were killed by me, doesn't that prove that I'm a good person?" ”

Julie shook her head, and her heart said that you are much more terrible than them!

Richard was speechless, "You imagine that I was a police officer and I protected you by shooting them, so much better, right?" ”

Julie: "What a fart! Clay Armor! ”

Richard had no choice but to pack Julie and her Duchess and take them to a safe place - one of his properties in Manhattan.

This was originally intended for Nancy and Danny, but the two of them didn't want to live or die, especially since Nancy had to support herself, and Richard didn't force it, so the house was kept all the time, and every time I came to Manhattan, I would find someone to clean it.

"The key is here, it's 10,000 dollars for you to use first," Richard handed the money and keys to Julie, "If you want to call the police, it's up to you, be careful." ”

Richard drops Jolie and heads to the Moby Dick Hotel.

He's going to strike while the iron is hot, force White's lair, and then kill Fogate.

As for Julie, Richard had no intention of developing a relationship with her further. Saving people is just karma, and it has nothing to do with her appearance.

It's enough to have Nancy here in Manhattan, and he's not insatiable, and he has to be content.

Moby Dick Hotel.

Fogate listened to the busy tone on the phone, and his face was ugly.

"Three idiots!" Fogate dropped his phone, grabbed his gun and car keys and was about to leave, but stopped suddenly.

At the door, at some point, there was a guy in strange armor, blue armor goggles, who seemed to be looking at him.

Folgate's face was shocked, and he immediately raised his gun and fired.

However, the next scene made him creepy and gasped.

The man in armor teleported in front of him, his palm clasped to the muzzle of the gun, covering the flames of the gun...... And bullets!

"Without this gun, you're nothing." Richard sneered, his palms spread out, and several shriveled warheads fell.

Vergate's eyes widened as he stared at the bullets, and then he lost consciousness.

Vergate was woken up by pain.

When he woke up, he felt dizzy, and everything was upside down in his sight. No, it should be said that he himself is upside down.

Vergate struggled, his eyes faintly seeing himself hanging upside down from the ceiling in chains.

Where am I?

Who would dare kidnap me?

Vergate couldn't speak, and there was a strip of rubber in his mouth, so he could only whine. Suddenly, he remembered the guy covered in armor, and his whole body suddenly felt cold.

"Awake?"

A voice came from behind, and Vergate's pupils shrank.

It's that voice!

It's the devil in armor!

Shet!

Fogate writhed wildly, but only made the chains crash in vain, so desperate that he couldn't even see the devil behind him!

After a moment, Fogate gave up struggling, only what seemed to be something in his mouth.

"Smack!"

The sound of a lighter suddenly sounded, followed by a pop.

Fogate's face contorted.

The constant sound of blowing seems to be ...... The sound of the welding gun!

Devil! What the hell are you going to do!!

Q!!

"The flame from the high-temperature welding torch can reach a temperature of 2,000 degrees, and cutting the steel plate is as easy as cutting butter. Do you know what the consequences of spraying on human skin are? The devilish voice made Vergate tremble and shake his chains, but his arms were tied around his neck, and he could do nothing but keep and on and on.

"It won't hurt too much at first, because the temperature is too high, and the flames will instantly scorch the nerves, becoming the best anesthetic, and you won't feel anything at all." Richard continued, and Fogate shook his head frantically, whining frantically.

"If you're lucky, you won't go into shock, and then you'll feel like you're going to feel ...... Cold. ”

The torch continued to breathe fire, and the sound fell into Vergate's ears in pain.

Vergate cried, snot and tears streaming down his head.

Eldest brother! What are you going to do, can you just ask? I'll say everything!

"I'm going to start. As a reminder, you'll smell the barbecue before it starts to hurt, assuming your nerves are tough and haven't been burned. ”

Richard aimed the torch at Vergate's back and leaned in.

The smell of barbecue suddenly permeated, and Vergate's weak abdominal muscles instantly burst out with terrifying power, and his entire upper body bounced up violently, and his head could see the crotch of his pants, and then fell down fiercely.

Vergate burst into tears.

"Woo!!oooooo Woowoo!! ”

"Are you going to say something?" Richard tore the tape off.

Folgate suddenly howled, "You...... You're a liar! Bullshit anesthetic, not cold at all, it hurts, it hurts...... Woowoowoo......"

"That's right, I lied to you." Richard smiled, "I'm not a scientist, and it's the first time I've grilled human flesh, so how do you know what it's like?" ”

Richard patted Vergate on the cheek, "But your fat is already roasted, just like a delicacy called oil zilo in the East, do you smell that refreshing aroma?" ”

Richard inhaled intoxicatedly.

"Q! Send Q! You are the devil!! "What the hell are you going to do, what are you going to do!" ”

"What I'm going to do, I didn't say it at the beginning, I want to know where Whitetagore's lair is." Richard looked innocent.

"Thirsty! Thirsty! Why didn't you even ask, "Who......a," Folgate cried like a fat man of two thousand pounds.

Richard asks for the address, and then gives Fogate a happy way to die.

After all, barbecue is too cruel, he is a hero, and he should be killed with one punch when dealing with criminals.

Looking at Fogate's headless corpse, Richard turned and left.

[Kill the leader of the Tigers, karma +372]

Max, you can rest in peace......

Moby Dick Hotel, a private room. A tall man in a suit and glasses looked at the corpses on the ground, and the only surviving minions around him who was crazy and muttered about some red demon, and dialed a number with an ugly face.

"Boss, Fogate is gone, his subordinates are wiped out, and the goods are not found."

"Recover the goods at any cost, don't leave the diamonds behind, I want to ship as quickly as possible, understand?"

"Yes, Boss!"

Hanging up the phone, Jordan took a deep breath.

Trouble.

At all costs, you can see the determination of the boss. But what can be asked from this crazy guy?

It's all to blame for this idiot Erwuzai! If it weren't for the fact that this guy wanted to betray the boss and was unwilling to live under others and had to sell goods by himself, how could he be so busy?

Jordan walked out of the private room, looked at a group of subordinates at the door, and said with a headache: "Who knows a psychiatrist?" ”

"I ...... I know a psychiatrist. One of his men raised his hand weakly.

Jordan looked back at the guy in the room, Psychiatrist Made, who seemed to be okay too......