Striding out of the bedroom and into the pitch-black living room, Zhang Luo turned on the night vision mode of the Executioner's Eye, and the deep darkness in front of him immediately turned into a beating bright green.

As soon as he reached the center of the living room, he saw that two men in black had already rushed into the room, and unlike the "miscellaneous soldiers" just now, these two were not using pistols, but miniature Uzi submachine guns.

"If you have something to say......" Zhang Luo smiled.

However, the two murderers in front of him obviously wouldn't listen to him, so without saying a word, they picked up the submachine gun in their hands and pulled the trigger on Zhang Luo!

The dazzling fire that erupted from the muzzle of the gun illuminated the living room where the fingers could not be seen. Two submachine guns, with a rate of fire of 1,700 rounds per minute, poured a magazine of bullets at Zhang Luo in a little more than a second.

The continuous sound of gunfire is a bit like the sound of a farm tractor engine, and the clanging of bullet casings hitting the ground still echoes in the living room until the gunfire is over.

“……”

The smell of gunpowder filled the living room, and to the surprise of the two thugs, their bullets should have hit their targets, but the other party remained motionless.

"Is he dead?" One of them changed his magazine as he spoke.

"I guess I'm dead." The other bandit was not sure, but he did not take his eyes off the man who was still standing still, and moved to the light switch and turned on the light in the living room. And then......

Seeing the scene in front of them, two murderers armed with firearms scolded in unison:

“What-the-fu.ck……”

- The bullets they fired before all seemed to freeze in front of the man in the black trench coat, and the guy stuck out his five fingers in front of him. Posing like a "savior" blocking bullets in the matrix, he smiled: "Have you seen "The Matrix"? Friend? ”

Before the words fell, the bullet that stayed in the air in front of Zhang Luo's body. Suddenly flew backwards, and in an instant, the two murderers who had no time to react were blown to pieces, and fell down covered in blood.

Even if Zhang Luo's domain control is not proficient, it is really simple to block bullets.

However, he knew that now was not the time to celebrate the victory, and the gunfire and fire just now must have been seen by the neighbors. If you stay here, you'll be in trouble when the police come......

Although it can be easily solved by the police. However, Zhang Luo has little interest in indiscriminate killing. With this in mind, he hurried back to his bedroom, pulled an old-fashioned cell phone out of the unconscious black-clad bandit's pocket, and then stood in front of the closet, slamming open the broken wooden door.

"Woo woo woo ......"

A young woman in professional attire, with wavy brown curls, her wrists secured by rope to the wooden pole on the side of the wardrobe, stared at him with wide frightened eyes, her face mottled with tears:

"Help. Help me......" she whimpered.

Seeing this guy's pitiful appearance, Zhang Luo raised his hand and cut off the rope that strangled her wrist red, threw the mobile phone he found from the man in black to the woman, and said in a low voice:

"Call the police."

"Thank you. Thank you ......."

The woman thanked her and dialed the police, seeing that she was fine, Zhang Luo had no intention of continuing to chat. Just bent down and picked up the unconscious black-clothed bandit. Turned and walked to the living room.

"What's your name?" The woman's grateful voice came from behind her: "I'll thank you when I leave here......"

Hearing her words, Zhang Luo turned his head and smiled slightly. said: "I'm FedEx. Then he turned around and left in a dashing manner, hiding his merit and fame.

When I walked out of the main entrance of the apartment, I saw a blue van with the words "Children's Toy Company" parked in front of the door, and a cartoon of a brown bear doll painted on the carriage, which looked quite cute.

Apparently, the murderers used this truck to transport the bodies.

opened the door of the rear compartment, and rudely threw the murderer who was unconscious due to severe pain into the compartment, Zhang Luo locked the door casually, and then sat in the driver's seat with ease, and immediately saw that the car key was still inserted on it.

Seeing that the prisoner was so light on the enemy, he didn't even leave a driver who was responsible for driving away in case of emergency. Zhang Luo couldn't help but sigh, with a slight taste of "hating iron does not become steel" in his voice:

"They weren't caught by the police, what a waste of wood the police are here."

In his opinion, these unruly layman murderers are simply tarnishing the glorious title of "serial killer".

He shook his head, drove the pickup van away from the street, and followed the instructions from the satellite location map to a garbage dump outside the city.

Zhang Luo knew very well that in the state of being exposed, the whereabouts of the truck could not be hidden for too long, but he also needed to hide for too long, and only needed a short interrogation time.

Zhang Luo parked the car behind a garbage mountain, then opened the door of the back of the truck, dragged out the murderer who was still "sleeping" inside, and threw it on the dirty ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Uh......"

The twisted right wrist first touched the ground, and the severe pain brought by it made the black-clothed murderer sober up again, and before he could say a complete line, he saw Zhang Luo's kind face, which seemed to be pure and good, not at all like a murderer, had come to his eyes:

"Man, what organization are you guys in?" Zhang Luo's tone of inquiry was very gentle.

Hearing this, the murderer immediately realized that he had been kidnapped by the other party, and subconsciously shook his head, and then there was a crazy sharp pain that almost destroyed his consciousness, and it erupted all over his body along the little finger of his left hand.

"Uhh

The murderer screamed loudly and kept banging his head on the ground, but the dirt here didn't even give him a chance to commit suicide!

"Well, I've always wondered where the limit of a human finger is to keep it from breaking, so I twisted your little finger back twice just now, sorry."

Seeing that the murderer's little finger was already hanging down weakly, Zhang Luo's voice was a little apologetic, but he had already grabbed the index finger of the other party's left hand and said, "Since it hasn't been broken just now, then this time I will try to twist it three times, come on, friend." ”

"Ahh

As the saying goes, "ten fingers are connected to the heart", and the sharp pain of the fingers being forcibly twisted off almost drove the murderer crazy. It was only then that the merciless murderer finally truly experienced the despair of the victim when he was tortured, but it was too late!

- Only God accepts repentance, but the "man" who is torturing him is a real demon!

The joints of the left index finger made a dangerous clicking sound, followed by a faint pain.

At the last moment when Zhang Luo was about to break his index finger, the murderer's will finally collapsed, and he said with tears streaming down his face: "I said, I said, please don't ...... like this."

"Mm-hmm, that's how obedient you are." As if to appease a child, Zhang Luo patted the other party's shoulder: "What organization are you?" ”

"We are part of the Hunt Elite Club, which recently launched a new service to guests with special needs, providing them with some ready-made corpses." The murderer's answer was very fast, for fear that Zhang Luo would break his fingers again.

"Oh, hunt the elite club......" Zhang Luo nodded thoughtfully.

The murder organization that had been severely damaged by him ten years ago is still alive and well today. And we have expanded the scale of our business, which is really gratifying. Now, though, that's not the point......

"What about the original owner of the house? Where did you get it? Zhang Luo then asked the second question.

In this way, the house should have been used as a temporary base for the transfer of corpses by the people who hunted the elite club, and the leaders of the Strange Tales Research Society who originally lived there should have been secretly "disposed of" by them.

As expected, the murderer immediately replied: "We have been eyeing the house for a long time, because there is only one teenager living there, and one night at the end of last month, we ambushed him in the house, killed him and buried him in a nearby scrapyard......

"Are you sure you killed him?" Zhang Luo asked with interest.

"Yes, his head was all smashed, and he must be dead." The murderer said quickly.

"Tell me the exact location of the scrap yard." Zhang Luo continued.

Hearing this, the murderer immediately provided the exact location of the scrap yard, and then raised his head and asked a stupid question: "Is there anything else you want to ask?" ”

"I don't have anything more to ask, thank you for your cooperation."

While speaking, Zhang Luo had already stood up and kicked the other party's head, directly kicking the murderer's head out of his body, flying out like a football, bringing out a flowing blood mark.

Opening the large space door and dragging out a Lamborghini sports car with a piano black shell from inside, Zhang Luo sat in the driver's seat with ease, and entered the location provided by the murderer into the computer in the car.

A synthesized electronic sound soon rings in your ears:

"The 'old driver' of autonomous driving AI is happy to serve you."

Under the control of the "old driver", the sports car immediately started and left at a breakneck speed, leaving only a cloud of smoke and dust. (To be continued.) )