The handsome boy who escaped from the room on the third floor looked no more than eleven or twelve years old, with fishnet stockings on his legs and a sexy police uniform that fitted his size, apparently tailor-made for him.

He had purple fingerprints on his right cheek, bruises on his neck, chest, and waist, and an eye of horror and despair that was unbearable.

Shen Hong looked at the boy struggling for help in a daze, he couldn't believe the scene that happened in front of him, and he didn't dare to imagine what had happened to him and what he was about to encounter.

The strange symptoms reappeared, and the annoying beeping sound was like a spike, piercing deep into the eardrum, taking Shen Hong to another scene.

In a trance, he heard an unsettling muffled sound, the clash of muscles against the marble steps.

Then there was the sound of broken bones and broken internal organs, followed by cries of struggle for survival.

"I'm only twenty-two, I don't want to die, officer!"

"Goo-dong"

Shen Hong swallowed his saliva, wanting to dilute the fear that came from nowhere in his heart, as if he was in a slow-motion shot, he slowly let go of the miscellaneous servants selling contraband, and put his fingers on the handle of the gun.

"Let him go." Shen Hong's voice was trembling, and his fingers were trembling.

Listening to the steward of Chunyuan looking back at the second floor, he saw all the gloating expressions of the prostitutes, he gritted his teeth with hatred, lowered his posture and whispered: "Officer, I had a bad attitude just now, and you want to investigate the case?" Okay, I'll go back to the police station with you to assist in the investigation. ”

The shrill and dry buzz blocked out the other sounds, and Shen Hong couldn't hear what the steward of Chunyuan was saying at all, he looked at the steward's lips opening and closing, as if he saw a big mouth of blood eating people.

"Child prostitution, voluntary or not, child prostitution is a felony at the federal level." Shen Hong gritted his teeth and paused word by word, "Release people!" ”

"Officer, this is a misunderstanding, why make a big fuss and show others a joke? Why don't I give Bo Ye a call, can you hear what he has to say? ”

The steward was still trying to figure it out, but Shen Hong had lost patience, and he jerked out his gun and fired a shot at the ceiling overhead.

"Let go!"

The gunshots rang out at the same time as the roar, and the steward was frightened and frightened, his legs were weak, and he sat on the ground with his buttocks.

The brown-clothed man in the corner of the hall stretched out his sturdy arms, pushed aside several people in front of him, and strode towards Shen Hong.

was originally menacing, but when he met Jiang Mubai head-on, he was like a tide hitting a dam, his feet stopped, and his momentum was completely lost.

Seeing the expressionless handsome face, and feeling the cold and infiltrating heavy killing intent, the brown-clothed man guessed Jiang Mubai's identity, and was afraid in his heart, so he didn't dare to act rashly, and cast a look at the door.

At this time, there were four priests in the building, one was unable to vacate on the second floor, one was stopped by Jiang Mubai five steps away, and two were standing by the door.

After receiving the brown-clothed Rysi's eyes, the two Rysi's two Rysi's on the side of the door rushed to Shen Hong one left and one right.

If Jiang Mubai turns around to help, the brown-clothed Rysi will never let go of the great opportunity to pursue from behind, and when the three Kaiji are caught between the front and back, Jiang Mubai will definitely be in danger.

Shen Hong immediately made a decision, stepped behind the steward, grabbed him by the neck with his left arm and dragged him off the floor as a human shield, and pressed the muzzle of the gun against his temple with his right hand.

Without a threat, the two of them immediately stopped, and one of them quietly curled his hand into his sleeve.

"Take out your hands, kneel on your knees, put your fingers crossed on top of your head, don't want him to die, just do as I say!" Shen Hong shouted and dragged the steward back until his back leaned against the rockery in the center of the hall.

Such a shocking change is unexpected.

The spectators looked at each other, and then burst into laughter.

The two priests looked at each other, but they couldn't see the confidence of winning the blow from each other's eyes, so they had to put their hands crossed on top of their heads, kneeling slowly, in a posture similar to that of a junior greeting an elder.

In the open door on the third floor, a young man in a nightgown walked out quickly, and his expression changed drastically after seeing the situation downstairs.

At the foot of the rockery, the steward was almost out of breath by Shen Hong, thinking of his ugly appearance in public just now, he became angry, grabbed Shen Hong's sleeve and struggled to speak: "You think you are saving people?" ”

"Release, man!" Shen Hong's tone was almost roaring.

The steward stood on tiptoe, his heels off the ground, and raised his head with all his strength to whisper in Shen Hong's left ear: "You think you are saving people?" Do you think you can save people by making a big show? Silly thing, I tell you, without me, that little creature would sooner or later starve to death in the slums, die of disease, and rot into a carrion that no wild dog will want to mouth! Also, do you know who the one on the third floor is? If you don't make trouble, that little guy will enjoy endless wealth, if you make trouble, he will not be able to walk out of this door vertically, and after tonight, he will disappear forever! ”

The threat of the steward stabbed Shen Hong into Shen Hong's heart like a blunt knife, sawing back and forth.

Unrecognizable charred corpses, separated children, mutilated female corpses, one tragic victim after another flashed before his eyes.

Shen Hong was silent, the steward felt the pressure on his neck suddenly relaxed, he thought he had grasped Shen Hong's vital point, and sneered: "Open your dog eyes wide and listen to me, now you still have a chance to remedy, if you don't want to kill him, let me go, get out, go as far as you want!" Otherwise, I promise you won't get another chance to put on a police uniform, and that little one, ho-"

Shen Hong increased the strength of his arm, strangled the steward out of breath, and he poked the steward in the temple with the muzzle of his gun, asking a question to which he had already known the answer.

"You people, are you really lawless?"

The steward's throat and eyes clicked, and his eyes rolled upward, leaving only the whites of his eyes in his sockets.

"Help—"

"Help me—"

Immature cries came from upstairs, echoing in the dice-shaped hollow floors.

As if a switch was flipped a certain switch, the buzzing sound in Shen Hong's ears disappeared, replaced by a rumbling heavy heartbeat, like the earth roaring when the earth's crust moved, and then, the rock formations buried deep in his heart moved violently, pushing hot blood like magma to gush upward.

Bang!

Volcanic eruptions.

The chamber of the gun exploded.

Shen Hong raised his hand and fired two shots in succession, and the bullets flew out of the chamber of the gun, hitting the target accurately.

On the third floor, the body of the unshoeed Ryu Si swayed, the hidden weapon in his hand fell off and fell to the ground, and when the blood flowed down the bullet hole in his forehead to his chin, the body fell straight forward, climbed over the guardrail, and fell into the hall.

The guests and the girls scurried with their heads in their hands, and all they heard was a hoarse roar in their ears.

"I'll fuck you!"

After killing the third floor and preparing to shoot a hidden weapon, Shen Hong shot the steward in the temple, and then kicked the corpse at the two Raksi who got up and ran, and pulled the trigger on them one after another.

The wind was blowing outside the building, and the building was screaming again and again.

"Bell—"

The Moyang sword was unsheathed, and the sword light reflected the candlelight, which was still not as cold as the gaze in the eyes of the sword wielder.