Jing Wumian took out a piece of flesh-colored stuff from his kit, put it in a tin box, and roasted it on the alcohol lamp, and in a few minutes the plasticine-like thing turned into a thick glue.

Jing Wumian evenly applied the paste to the waiter's face, and then carefully scraped it with a horn spoon, and after a while, the gel solidified, and a fine mask was made.

Jing Wumian took off the mask and carefully glued it to his face, smoothed the corners inch by inch with his fingers, and then combed a hairstyle like that of a waiter, took off the waiter's suit and put it on himself, stood in front of the foreman with a plate, and said respectfully:

"Hello, waiter, delivery."

The foreman was stunned, he couldn't believe his eyes and ears - if he hadn't completely watched the process of Jing Wumian's "face changing", he would have thought that it was the waiter himself who was standing in front of him.

Prasad also looked at Jing Wumian in disbelief, he has been in the rivers and lakes for decades, he can be said to be well-informed, but he has never seen anyone who can turn killing into an art like Jing Wumian.

Looking at the expressions of the two, Jing Wumian didn't need to look in the mirror to know that his "transformation" was very successful.

Jing Wumian walked up to the foreman quietly, took his walkie-talkie, grabbed his head with both hands and twisted it, and with a click, the foreman's cervical vertebrae were directly twisted, his face was turned to the back of his neck, and the whole person collapsed on the ground like a noodle.

Prasad stood up vigilantly, Jing Wumian snorted coldly, picked up the plate and walked out.

"Tsar No. 1" was at the bottom of the second floor, and the "waiter" stood at the door and sorted out his clothes and hairstyle before he began to knock on the door.

"Who?"

"Hello, waiter, delivery."

The door clicked open, Ah Chong let the "waiter" in, and limped back to the bed and lay down.

The waiter put the plate on the bedside table, picked up a bowl of caviar with both hands and handed it to Ah Chong, Ah Chong was about to reach out to pick it up, and the waiter's right hand at the bottom of the bowl flashed with purple light, and suddenly stabbed Ah Chong in the throat. Attacking at such a close distance, the unsuspecting Ah Chong will definitely not be able to dodge!

To Jing Wumian's surprise, this lightning-fast blow was actually blocked by Ah Chong. The Ice Spirit Poison Needle stopped a few inches in front of Ah Chong and could no longer be pierced. Ah Chong's right hand grabbed Jing Wumian's wrist tightly like an iron hoop, Jing Wumian was stunned when he suddenly had a sharp pain in his lower abdomen, Ah Chong's right foot kicked on his dantian without bias, and Jing Wumian's whole person flew backwards several meters like a kite, and fell to the floor with a "snap".

Ah Chong jumped up from the bed and looked at him with a smile.

Jing Wumian knelt on the ground and covered his lower abdomen, a stream of blood gushing out of the corner of his mouth, "You, how do you know......"

Jing Wumian's set of actions just now seemed simple, but they had been carefully calculated, and he didn't know how many times he had rehearsed them in his heart—but Ah Chong seemed to have known it for a long time, and sealed his shot in advance.

Could it be that his disguise has been flawed? No way!

Ah Chong stood there looking at him coldly, and Jing Wumian suddenly lost any desire to attack. The two fought twice and he had no chance of winning, the first time he had obviously stabbed Ah Chong with the ice spirit poison needle, but he was no different, this time he was caught off guard and was magically resolved by Ah Chong.

Is he—is he a human or a ghost?

"Do you have any other tricks?" Ah Chong said expressionlessly.

He was also wondering in his heart, the first time he beat Jing Wumian to a serious injury, this guy recovered as usual after a few days. Just now, it was another kick with all his strength, and the internal organs of ordinary people were shattered, and Jing Wumian didn't faint on the spot - what is this guy's body made of?

Jing Wumian slowly stood up and spat out a mouthful of blood foam, "Kitano Chong, do you think I'm here alone?" ”

Ah Chong's face changed.

Just then, the door was slammed open, and Prasad burst in with a slight rush. The caliber of the gun was pointed directly at Ah Chong.

Jing Wumian slowly retreated in front of Prasad and said viciously, "Shoot!" Don't care if he lives or dies......" Before the words fell, he suddenly received a heavy blow to the back of his head, and Jing Wumian's eyes went dark, and he didn't know anything.

……

When he woke up, Jing Wumian found himself lying on his back in a damp and dark basement, his hands firmly bound by steel shackles and tied to the cement pillars on both sides.

"Prasad, I'm going to it!" Jing Wumian cursed in a low voice—he could think of who was behind the black hand with his knees.

Jing Wumian finally understood why Ah Chong would guard against his actions in advance, it turned out that the Tsar's Palace was a trap laid by Prasad. But what Jing Wumian couldn't figure out was, how could a person like Prasad rebel?

At this moment, the cellar door was suddenly opened, and a tall, thin man stooped down the stairs, followed by a large man with a tiger's back - it was none other than Suzhlehok.

The man walked up to Jing Wumian, his eyes flashing, and he opened his mouth and asked, "Chinese?" Russian? English? ”

"Fuck you!" Jing Wumian spat at his feet.

The man was not dissatisfied, and said calmly, "My name is Asgen, and I am different from them. Asgen said and pointed to Suzhlehok behind him, "They're good people, I'm bad people." ”

Jing Wumian smiled: "You're a fart, it's a good person, a bad person, I ......"

With a flash of cold light in front of him, Asgen quickly pulled out the scimitar at his waist, and with a "bang", he forcibly cut off Jing Wumian's right hand.

Jing Wumian snorted as he stared at Asgen with a crackled gaze, and his remaining hand ripped at the steel shackles with a clang.

As if he was afraid that the blood spurting out of Jing Wumian's broken wrist would splash on his body, Asgen took two steps back, looked at Jing Wumian coldly, and after he was gasping for breath, he still said in a calm tone:

"A few years ago, I once dug up an ancient tomb of the Han Dynasty and found a skeleton in it, and strangely, this skeleton has no leg bones and hand bones."

Asgen paused at this point, and looked at Jing Wumian for a long time.

Su Rile and Ke looked at him and touched his head in wonder, didn't he say that he came down for interrogation, how did he start telling the story?

Asgen continued: "Then I took out this bone and showed it to the master, and the master said that it was a human biao - do you know what a human biao is? It is a punishment for turning a man into a pig. I think you've heard of the name Empress Lu, right? It's okay if you don't know, I can tell you slowly. The earliest Renbi was invented by Empress Lu and used to deal with her political opponents and rivals.

At that time, Liu Bang, the ancestor of the Han Dynasty, had a little wife named Mrs. Qi, who was the earliest female dancer in the Han Dynasty, the earliest female singer in the Han Dynasty, and the first female Go player in China. Gaozu married her when he was the king of Han and loved Qi Ji very much. The two gave birth to a child named Liu Ruyi.

After Liu Bang seized the world, his original wife Lu Pheasant and Liu Bang's favorite concubine Mrs. Qi had a dispute over the establishment of the prince. Although Empress Lu hated her to the core, Mrs. Qi was talented and beautiful, and she was deeply favored by her ancestors, and Empress Lu had no way to take her.

Later, after Liu Bang's death, Empress Lu held the power of the court, and she sent all the concubines who were favored by Gaozu in the past to the cold palace and called them to the present. Mrs. Qi is the worst, she has to do the dirtiest, most tiring, and hardest work. Mrs. Qi, who was born in an aristocratic family, has never been humiliated like this, she is trapped in the cold palace and miserable, and she misses her son Ruyi, and often sighs for a long time. also compiled the feelings of the son into lyrics and songs:

'The son is the king, the mother is the captive, all day long, twilight, long and death together! Three thousand miles apart, who shall tell you?'

After Empress Lu found out about this, she thought that Mrs. Qi had the intention of rebellion, so she ordered someone to trick Liu Ruyi to the palace and poison her to death on the spot in front of Mrs. Qi. This is not the end, Empress Lu ordered someone to cut off Mrs. Qi's limbs, gouge out two eyes, smoke her ears with medicine, cut off her tongue, and pour medicine into her throat to destroy her vocal cords. Then he threw Mrs. Qi, who could not see, hear, or speak, into the pigsty, and saw her squirming inside, but she could not make a sound.

Empress Lu named Mrs. Qi as a 'human pig', also known as a 'human pig'.

It is said that Mrs. Qi crawled in the pigsty for three days before dying in humiliation. ”

Asgen finished the story in a calm tone, his voice surprisingly calm, but Suzhle and Ke trembled as he listened. Asgen stared at Jing Wumian coldly and said, "If you are made an adult, how long can you live?" ”

Jing Wumian gasped, the blood on his wrist was still dripping, and he could tell from Asgen's cold eyes that this person did what he said.

"What do you want to know?"

"How many shadow warriors are there in Mongolia?"

"Two."

"What's the name of the other person, and where is it?"

"Her name is Black Cat, and I don't know where she is, the activities of the Shadow Warriors are independent and secret."

Asgen frowned and stepped forward with his knife.

"I HAVE A HANDHELD IN MY EQUIPMENT, AND AFTER DECODING WITH MY FINGERPRINT, I CAN ENTER AN ENCRYPTED CHANNEL, AND AFTER ENTERING THE BLACK-CAT ID, I CAN SEND MESSAGES." Jing Wumian gasped and said.

Asgen nodded, "Do I need a password to get in touch?" ”

"No, just type it in English – but keep it short, and it's better not to be as verbose as you just did." Jing Wumian looked at Asgen with mockery in his eyes.

Unmoved by his provocation, Asgen stepped forward to pick up Jing Wumian's severed hand, looked at him coldly and said, "You'd better pray that the 'black cat' will take the bait." ”

Jing Wumian sneered: "Then you'd better prepare more manpower, she's not as easy to deal with as me." ”

Asgen turned his head and signaled, and Su Rile and Ke stepped forward to tie Jing Wumian's arm with a belt to stop the bleeding for him, and after briefly bandaging the broken wrist, he and Asgen went upstairs one after the other.

After the cellar door closed, Asgen stood with his head hanging for a moment, then slowly straightened up, silently looking at his other hand, which was shackled by stainless steel, and suddenly opened his mouth and gnawed frantically on his wrist......