"What do you want to do?" Wang Qiang slowly retreated.

The little man was babbling something, waving his harpoon. The crew all picked up weapons, all cold weapons, shovels, wrenches or something, especially the big fat man wearing a vest, the heart hair came out, and the biceps "bangbang" jumped.

In the closed warehouse, except for the five fierce men in front of him, Wang Qiang was alone, the air in the warehouse was stuffy, and the smell of rot and fishy smell could not be released.

I'm a little nervous in the relics, it doesn't matter if Wang Qiang lets people die, it's just right that he died, but don't damage my body, when the time comes, I will be half-crippled, do you say I will take over or not.

The little man pointed with a harpoon at the package behind Wang Qiang. Wang Qiang took the package down, "You want this?" ”

The little man gestured for him to open the package. Wang Qiang shook his head slowly: "This thing can't be given to you when you are entrusted with loyalty." ”

The little man made a look at the big fat man, and the big fat man suddenly rushed over, like an angry bison, and grabbed Wang Qiang from behind. The big fat man's two hands hugged Wang Qiang tightly from behind, and Wang Qiang couldn't struggle for a while. The little man stepped forward and snatched the package.

Wang Qiang jumped up and down and shouted: "Don't open it!" ”

The little man still opened the package, and the few people leaned over to see a delicately textured wooden box on the ground. The little man squatted on the ground and gently stroked the wooden box, with a lewd smile on his face, telling jokes to a few people next to him.

Wang Qiang is still struggling. The little man stood up, pulled out a switchblade from his waist and gestured.

The strength of the big fat man is too great, and the next is the strength of death, buckling Wang Qiang, which is stronger than a vice.

The little man used a knife to compare in front of Wang Qiang, and the tip of the knife pointed at Wang Qiang's right eye, making a gesture to stab. The crew used wrenches and tongs to pry the locks on the wooden boxes.

I can understand Wang Qiang, he was a Japanese soldier before his death, although his combat skills are still stored in the subconscious, but after all, he has changed his body. When I was still Wang Qiang, I liked to be lazy, didn't like to exercise, and my body was not strong. At this time, he had empty ideas, but he did not have good physical support.

The little man stabbed Wang Qiang in the shoulder, he screamed, blood flowed down his shoulder, and the wound was blurred. The little man smiled cruelly, played with the knife flower, and was about to stab Wang Qiang in the stomach.

At this moment, a scream suddenly came from behind him, and the little man followed the sound to look back. The people who had just pried the wooden box fell to the ground inexplicably, convulsing all over.

The box was half-lying on the ground, the lock had been pried open, the lid was wide open, and half of the human head inside was exposed, and Hessesen's hair could be clearly seen.

The little man and the big fat man looked at each other, he danced his knife and said something loudly in Southeast Asian, as if questioning Wang Qiang.

Seeing that Wang Qiang didn't react, the little man walked to the box, squatted on the ground to watch, and used a knife to flick the heads inside. Who knew that the human head was like a ball, and Gollum rolled out of the box, then stood still, and stopped on the floor of the warehouse.

The head was Chen Long, his eyes closed, and he didn't look like he was dead, but more like he was asleep. There was an eerie ease on his face, his hair was scattered, and his neck was stained with blood. The whole scene is eerie.

None of the people present spoke, and there was no sound, only the faint sound of the waves came in.

The little man looked back at Wang Qiang in disbelief. He had no idea that a stowaway would come with a human head.

He said something loudly to the human head, Wang Qiang couldn't understand a word, and suddenly, the human head on the ground began to rotate slowly, and his face turned towards the little man. This frightened the little man, for it was impossible to determine whether the human head was spinning on its own or because the ship was swaying from side to side.

The little man raised his knife and stabbed it in the eye of Chen Long's head. At this moment, Chen Long's head suddenly opened his mouth, his expression was extremely hideous, and it seemed that a series of sounds came out of his mouth, and no one could hear this sound, only the little man heard it, his knife shook and could no longer pierce it, and fell to the ground with a "poof".

Wang Qiang took advantage of this time to stomp on the feet of the big fat man with all his might. The big fat man was caught off guard and screamed. Taking advantage of this time, Wang Qiang snapped the fat man's fingers, and he involuntarily let go of his arm. Wang Qiang's figure was extremely neat, he drilled out of the gap between his thick arms, rolled on the spot, and picked up the knife on the ground. The little man opened his eyes, the expression on his face was very frightened, and he was about to struggle to get up, when Wang Qiang aimed at the major artery in his neck and stabbed down.

How ruthless this knife is, it goes straight past the blade and reaches the hilt.

The little man's neck was bleeding, as if he had stabbed a gasoline barrel, and blood began to flow from his mouth, and his eyes gradually darkened, and he did not move anymore.

Wang Qiang pulled out his knife and rolled on the spot in front of the big fat man, who had already recovered and was about to stab him with a harpoon on the ground. Wang Qiang slipped on the ground, penetrated from the crotch of the big fat man to the back at a very fast speed, and before his body could stabilize, he jumped up violently and stabbed the fat man in the back of the waist. The fat man screamed and fell to the ground, Wang Qiang pulled out a knife, rode on his head, and "poof" at the back of the head was three knives, and the knife was killed, all of which were deep to the bone.

The big fat man lay on the ground and didn't move, and there was a thick pool of blood under him.

Wang Qiang walked over with a knife, covered in blood, and mended the knives on the other crew members, killing five people in one go. The warehouse was covered with blood, and the smell was sky-high.

Wang Qiang held the knife and stood among the pools of blood and corpses, his chest rising and falling violently, panting, and blood dripping down the blade.

The blood on the ground flowed into a river of blood, and Long Chen's head floated on top of the blood, still with his eyes closed, with a peaceful expression, but his mouth was slightly open, as if he was saying something.

Wang Qiang threw down the knife, slowly walked over and opened the box, grabbed Chen Long's hair, carefully put the head back, and then closed the lid.

The lock was broken, and he found a rope in the barn and wound the wooden box several times from top to bottom.

The wrap was stained with blood, wet, and unusable. Holding the wooden box, he walked to the door step by step, pulled the deadbolt to open it, and a fishy sea breeze blew in outside, shaking his whole body.

Wang Qiang walked out of the warehouse door on the ground floor, it was late at night outside, here was an unknown wharf, there was no one around, only the waves were gently floating, lapping on the shore. Wang Qiang raised his head and saw that the lights were on in the wheelhouse of the fishing boat, and several people were walking around.

He placed the box on a hidden ground, then walked gently down the deck, picking up a long knife on the ground that cut fish.

On the small fishing boat in the calm seas, a bloody storm was staged.

I followed Wang Qiang's perspective and watched him kill everyone, my mood was extremely surging and excited, I couldn't say what I felt, I felt both enjoyable and disgusting, and the sense of morality that I had been taught since childhood was completely distorted in this killing.

As a soldier, Wang Qiang's combat skills are certainly excellent, but I found that the biggest difference between him and ordinary bandits is that he has black hands. For example, that little man can also kill, but he hesitates before killing, and he has to think about it after killing, and for Wang Qiang, killing is just a skill, and there is no psychological burden after killing.

The weak are afraid of the strong, the strong are afraid of the horizontal, and the horizontal are afraid of the dead.

If this person doesn't get killed, the gods and ghosts will not move.

Originally, I didn't have much confidence in Wang Qiang to assassinate the ghost king of Malaysia, and I also had the intention of ending up together, but now that I look at it this way, he is so decisive and ruthless, maybe he can really succeed.

Wang Qiang took off all the bloody clothes, threw them next to the corpses, and then went to the crew cabin, found a few clothes that fit at random, he took a shower first, washed it well, washed his face and body with soap, and then changed into clean clothes.

Now that it was already dark outside, he found the wooden box containing the human head, put it in a hiking bag, and disembarked with his back on his back.

Not far from the walk, there was a car parked on the side of the road. A man in a floral shirt got out of the car, took off his black sunglasses, revealing a wrinkled face: "Are you Mr. Wang?" ”

Wang Qiang stopped and looked at him expressionlessly: "I am Wang Qiang." ”

Hua Shirt took the photo in his hand and looked at it, and then said, "I waited for you all night, you should have disembarked last night." ”

"Took care of a little thing, delayed." Wang Qiang said lightly.

The flower shirt opened the car door and motioned to get into the car: "I was sent by Mr. Bai, everything you need is ready, come with me." ”

The two got into the car and drove out along the forest path.

Penang, Malaysia is a very characteristic city, the weather is neither hot nor cold, with a rare exotic style, when you get to the city, you can see the streets are scattered with murals all over the walls, and you can see a lot of Chinese elements, and the streets are full of traditional signs.

Hua Shirt took Wang Qiang to live in a house by the sea, there was only one room, the area was not large, there was only a bed and a desk in it, and it was empty.

The flower shirt wanted to pick up the mountaineering bag behind Wang Qiang, Wang Qiang was extremely vigilant, and immediately protected the bag and put it on the table by himself.

Flower Shirt smiled, unimpressed, pointed to a white mansion outside the window and said, "Do you know what kind of place it is?" ”

Wang Qiang looked at it and shook his head.

"That's the residence of the ghost king in Malaysia." Flower shirt said.

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