"You're going to leave her here?"

"Where else can I put it? Laboratory? Factory? Or dormitories? The male dogs in heat, they would "rub" her, divide her, and eat it all away, and I didn't want those big sparkling eyes to see too much, and then they came out of the police station and the courtroom. /top/”

"She's worth a lot of money, anyway."

"There are no five-star hotels here," said the man who spoke by a rude name, which in the local language means "the man who can't ml because he has drunk too much", and it was often used as a joke before he bit off his first ear at the age of five, and now even his father-in-law, who had been a thug for twelve years, did not dare to call him by this name, he called him "son-in-law", or "my grandson's father", and "let her stay there, the scenery may not be so pleasing to the eye, but it is also a good warning, lest the little prostitute 'wife' Thinking too much. What do the Carson guys say? ”

"They will draw 300 million yuan first, another 500 million yuan tomorrow morning, and another 200 million yuan before midnight."

"If the money doesn't arrive on time, or if they want to get some tricks, we'll add a free girl — let the men take turns fucking Carson's bitch, take a video and send it to Carson's house, and if they don't obey, bring a dog or gouge out an eye."

The old man of the Richards family hesitated for a while, he chewed a coca pill repeatedly, and the unique bitter taste of coca leaves made him tuft his eyebrows tightly, "To be honest, son-in-law, I don't know if this is good...... I mean, it's not just Don, it's the other people who have got word that they want to work with the Carsons and it's a good opportunity......"

"But what's in it for us?" His son-in-law interrupted him rudely: "Will they have such a loss as ours? No, none of them, they didn't think about what it meant to let these guys live and go back unharmed? Our production sites and factories are so red. The "naked" and "naked" land is exposed in broad daylight - we cannot keep this treasure land. When this is the case, we have to blow up the factory, burn the coca bush, and lay off the workers, do you think there will be a family willing to give up their island so that we can rebuild the factory and grow coca? It's gone, it's all gone, we can produce high-purified cocaine worth 10 million yuan every year, and they have long been red-eyed, and now they want us to give up the meat in their mouths just because of the mouths of those old men? No way! It's not profit. It's compensation, and we deserve it! ”

At the end of his speech, he was simply roaring, and the old man took off his straw hat and rubbed it in his hand, he was afraid of his son-in-law, and he also had an attitude of awe of "Don", but the family had long been out of his hands.

The son-in-law was furious. The veins crawled all over his neck and shiny forehead, and he did not dare to admit that his heart and his old man were restless and depressed, but greedy and early in Mayare. The resentment that had accumulated after Bissandi's defeat made him reluctant to bow his head: "'Don' won't really do anything. He said to his father-in-law, and also to himself: "They are outsiders." We are from Poseidon Island, if 'Don' helps them, it will be eating inside and out, he will lose trust and support, he will never do this......"

A bright white light suddenly flashed through the corner of his eye, followed by a loud sound that could burst his eardrums, and the scorching wave of air that followed it rushed like a great "tide", flying everything around him—people, coca trees, buildings, and all kinds of "colored" fragments like hailstones, crackling and covering his head and face. The son-in-law of the Richards family was struck down by the air wave, and his father-in-law stood under a wall, and the broken bricks and lime fell silently, burying him tightly, and a guard standing by the door, holding his gun, was swept up to the railing on the second floor, and he hung like this, soft as macaroni...... More things burned in the blink of an eye, blood running through his eyes. Everything he sees is red.

He tried to get to his feet, drew his gun, a burnt iron rod pierced his back, and he looked down at his chest, the bullets rolling through his body created a bloody hole the size of a soup bowl as he left. He struggled to turn around to see who had killed him, but he couldn't. He fell, arms stretched forward, fingers curled as if trying to grasp something.

The hall used as a place of catharsis was a mess, and the people of Poseidon Island were certainly not as experienced as the special forces who specialized in rescue work, but they knew themselves and their opponents, and they did not lack eyeliner - not everyone was willing to follow the Richards family to the cemetery - the bomb accurately destroyed the guards and defenses around the hall, tearing down an entire wall, and Bisandi and the rest of the family rushed in, and anyone who dared to hold a weapon or not prostrate on the ground at this time would be killed outright.

"Find Chiz. Carson is up. Beelzebub said, "And John. Carson. ”

His eyes were a little strange, and only Sasha followed him, but Beelzebub walked in and held John. Carson's room, he stayed outside the room.

John. Carson didn't die, the surgeon on Poseidon Island was the best, he was only a little pale from massive blood loss, but he didn't expect to run or dive in the future, Beelzebub smelled a strong bitter smell when he walked in, and the Richards family gave him cocaine.

Beelzebub leaned down, and there was only him, the dead, and John Carson in the room. Carson showed the typical symptoms of cocaine use, his pupils dilated and unbright, looking like two round dots of ink, and he muttered under his breath, his face flushed.

"John. Mr. Carson," said the boy, "there are people who don't want you to make it back to the Western Continent alive. ”

He pulled the trigger after he finished speaking, and it was a large-caliber gun. Carson's skull was blown off, the smoke cleared, Carson actually laughed twice - Beelzebub didn't know if it was the hallucinogenic effect caused by the smoke left over from cocaine, the recoil made him take half a step back when he fired, and there was still a lot of blood "liquid" sprayed on Beelzebub's face, he took a step forward and carefully looked at the person on the bed, Carson's head was like a broken tomato, and his chin was miraculously complete, but it was not smooth enough, and the Richards family was not so interested in shaving his face.

Beelzebub walked out of the room, Sasha glanced at him, walked over to a water pipe that had been shot off by a bullet and sprayed water from a faucet, soaked his handkerchief, and handed it to Beelzebub. He took it and wiped his face vigorously, the mixture of blood and water running down his chin and seeping into his clothes. Beelzebub felt better, "Thanks, brother," he said, "I will never laugh at your sissy again for this." ”

A somewhat familiar young man walked over - it was about two or three seconds before Sasha recognized him as one of Chegalle's new fighters, and he whispered a few words to Beelzebub, who paused and turned to Sasha: "How about a visit?" Chiz. Carson had a bit of a hiccup. ”

"Minor questions?"

“…… Belch. Maybe not too small," the two of them followed the young man forward, stepping over the countless rubble, some of which were sharp and sharp like daggers, "Richards' son-in-law roasted a woman alive, as if she were the girl's governess or something. In front of the girl, she cried and screamed and hysterically for this, and in order to calm her down, they injected her with a mixture of cocaine and heroin (for anesthesia and sedation), three times a day—the attack woke her up. She looked at a guy and grabbed his gun...... No one could come close to her. She's already wounded a fellow. ”

"Did they give it to her?" Sasha was calm, but Beelzebub felt a little sinister and asked, "When you find out that she is very noisy," a small dose of cocaine can make people feel excited, but when using high doses of cocaine, users will have delusions of victimization and false "sexual" hallucinations, and driven by delusions, they will preemptively take up arms and attack others, which is very dangerous.

Beelzebub sneered, "Looks like I'll have to write clearly on the mission statement next time, 'No hostage feeding!'" ’。 "They could have taken Chiz. Carson tied up and stunned, but they didn't. In any case, the Richards family are all from Poseidon Island, and Carson is an outsider, and they obey orders, but they are always a little annoyed in their hearts - as a new force that has been "working" for several years, they still despise Beelzebub and ignore the people around him until they mess things up.

Chiz. Carson sat in an open field, unkempt, and skinny for a few days. She held the gun with the muzzle against her stomach, her thumb hooked on the trigger, and the handle between her knees. The people of Bisandi used processed bullets, and it only took one to rupture her entire abdominal cavity.

Little Hopkins walked towards her under the gaze of many eyes.

Chiz moved slightly. Her eyes rolled up in her dirty, clumpy hair: "Good afternoon, Sasha." ”

"Good afternoon." Sasha said, taking two steps closer, Chiz didn't move, and he half-knelt down in front of her.

"What's wrong with my dad?"

“…… He's dead. ”

Chiz spat violently, spitting right on the left side of the sandy face.

Sprinkled with sand and motionless, his hand slowly "thrust" into the girl's knee, his index finger caught the trigger, and he drew his pistol.

He stood up, and the two lads rushed up at once, forcing Chiz to put on a shirt that was for a man with long sleeves that were just right to tie a knot at the back.

The saliva was pink, and it ran down Sasha's face, and through his lips, Sasha "licked" and "licked", and there was a bloody smell, stronger than any kind of blood he had tasted before. Beelzebub clumsily folded the wet handkerchief, found a spot that was not too dirty, and wiped it for him.

"What's going on?" Beelzebub asked in a low voice.

"She's mine...... Just like John. Carson is yours. Sasha replied wearily.

Chiz. Carson should have returned to the Western Continent a week ago, to her mother, and to continue her safe, warm, sunny, spotless happy life, and it was he who had left her behind, at the behest of Dr. Hopkins.

Beelzebub was silent for a moment, "Her father will die too." ”

A faint smile twisted Sasha's lips, and he lowered his eyes, "It's not a good consolation, Beelzebub, we can't tear someone's chest open with our bare hands and pull out their heart just because they have coronary heart disease." He raised his hand, and the heavy piece of iron swirled between his long, thin fingers: "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing—and I'll pay for it." ”

***

The bell had struck ten times, and dinner had been eaten, personal clean-up had been done, and the sand was sprinkled with a prayer at bedtime. Hopkins lay quietly in his bed.

There was a bang in the window, and Sasha turned his head to look, and a dark shadow came in.

"It's me, Sasha." Beelzebub said, "Let me stay with you for one night." ”

Without waiting for Sasha to answer, he hurriedly got into Sasha's blanket, first lay flat, and after a few minutes, he rolled over, hooked Sasha's neck, and sprayed the hot breath into his friend's shoulder socket, and it lasted like this for nearly half an hour, and when Sasha thought he was asleep, he suddenly muttered extremely quietly: "I don't like it at all, I don't like it...... I don't like it, Sasha, I don't like it at all......"

He chattered endlessly, his hands became harder and harder, and his body trembled for a while.

Sasha waited patiently and forgivingly, and Beelzebub finally fell asleep.

"I don't like it either." Sasha said.

(End of volume)

(To be continued)

n (one second to remember the world)