There was dead silence in the bar.

With Su Hao's soft and slow steps, there was a slight sound in the room.

The floor was strewn with broken glass, the remains of bottles and glasses that had been smashed. Tables, chairs, and benches were all overturned, they were almost all torn down, and broken pieces of wood were everywhere. The panels of several tables break from the middle, forming an inclined triangle with the ground. The concrete floor was damp, sticky to the feet, and in addition to blood, the air was accompanied by a strong smell of alcohol.

The bartender, Moller, was standing right in front of the bar. This thin man was stabbed in the left shoulder by a steel bar more than two meters long, and the five fingers of his right hand were nailed. Moeller kept his head up, his mouth stuffed into a brandy bottle that had been smashed open in the middle, and there was still wine left in the broken flare. His abdomen was high and bulging, nearly twice as wide as his normal waist.

Mohler didn't wear pants. With the faint light coming in from the window, Su Hao saw that the tips of Mohler's genitals were completely scorched by the fire, and there were even traces of stitching in the middle. Turning around, the two gluteus maximus muscles were penetrated by thick wires, and the ports on both sides were bent to form a "concave" character like a staple. There were six wires, and Moller's ass was firmly bolted, and the gap in the middle was very tight. Despite this, Su Hao could still see signs of urine and feces spilling out of the middle.

He was drunk alive. The bottleneck of the brandy bottle is very long, and the amount of Moeller can only be considered average, at most two bottles, and he is already drunk unconscious. No matter how much he poured in, he was powerless to resist. After all, the capacity of the stomach is limited, the urethra and **** are sealed and cannot be excreted, and there is more and more wine in the stomach. In the end, he was either strangled to death or drunk.

Su Hao continued to walk inside.

The divergent tentacles of thought remain undiscovered, there is no lurking killer, no danger, and not a single living person.

In the kitchen, there are two large cauldrons on the stove. The pot was filled with oil, and there were a few pieces of minced meat in the basin next to it. Judging from the traces, the source of the oil should be the meat. They have cooled and solidified in the pan into a yellowish solid. Many pieces of meat had been boiled into grease, and there were many internal organs and bones scattered on the ground next to them. Based on Su Hao's experience, it is not difficult to see that these come from the human body.

He saw a piece of meat in the pot that had not yet been fried. It should be that the fire source of the stove is turned off, the process of boiling the oil is abruptly interrupted, and the hot oil condenses. The piece of meat was floating right on it, though it was impossible to tell which part of the body it was coming from. Su Hao saw that on the surface of the skin that had shrunk slightly, there was a vague tiger head tattoo.

On the chef's left shoulder, Su Hao saw the same tattoo.

The fat cook collapsed next to the freezer, half of her body gone. Her death was bizarre, her neck was firmly held in place by several large steel nails, nailed to the surface of the freezer. Shoulders and abdomen, showing terrible signs of explosion. It's like a balloon being forcibly blown up and then bursting. The surrounding ground and walls were littered with flesh and blood, dried up and blackened. The cook's two arms were lying more than ten meters away, and the hips and legs were too heavy, but they were still well preserved. Su Hao guessed that she should have been preset with a small bomb in her body and detonated to death from a distance.

On the large barbecue, there was a man who was charred all over his body, and had been roasted until it shrunk and turned into jerky. Two thick steel bars pierced his body from the bottom to the top, and this kind of grill was originally used to roast whole pigs or sheep, but now it is used to roast whole people alive. Su Hao stood in front of the grill and watched it for a long time, and finally determined that this man who had shortened his body to one meter three or four, exuding a burnt smell, was actually a cousin Sam.

The head of the bar owner, Ahlers, is around the corner of the stairs. There is a staircase handrail, with a wooden protrusion more than ten centimeters long. Ahler's head was stuck in it, but his body was gone. His eyes were wide, his lips grinning, but his teeth were not as neat as they had been in the past, but only a few were scattered around. Either there was blood on the surface, or it was broken.

In the bedroom on the second floor, Su Hao saw the bar girl Grace.

She was still wearing her old bunny girl outfit. The rabbit ear hairpin on the head was torn off, and a lot of hair was uprooted. The middle of the hip of the high-leg swimsuit was torn open and loosely put on the body. Beneath her, there was a shocking purple-black swelling. It was the result of being repeatedly ravaged by a tremendous force, and even though Grace had been dead for a long time, the bruises still could not go away. In particular, her proud pair of long straight legs had been twisted in the opposite direction, and the heel and toe had been reversed a full hundred and eighty degrees.

Grace's death was tragic, her eyes rolling, and her fear and helplessness froze on her face. The mouth is wide open, and there is a lot of yellow and white fluid in it. Su Hao stood more than two meters away, and could smell the strong smell of urine and ****.

Su Hao looked at Grace silently, his face expressionless, but the power in his hand was getting bigger and bigger, almost crushing the handle of the assault rifle.

He still remembered the moment when Grace handed Lavonnin to him. This woman really regarded herself as a dependent, but she could not give anything, or even protect her thoroughness.

The house smelled of fresh corpses, and judging by the traces, it had been more than thirty hours since the people died. Su Hao took out the gloves from his backpack, starting with Grace, from upstairs to downstairs, slowly looking at them one by one. He wanted to find something suspicious.

All the dead were people from the "Silver Arrow" bar. Ahlers may seem rude and rude, but he is actually cautious. Mohler is a sleek man, and the chef is a reckless man in the truest sense of the word. The fat cook is unmatched, but Grace knows how to please men very well...... In the end, Sam is the most cunning and the guy with the most bottom-line life. Even if the other party is the enemy who killed his father-in-law, he will still kneel and kowtow to hug the other party's toes and lick them for a while, and shout "You are my father" and other sensual flattering words with a sincere face.

Sam is also dead.

Who's doing it?

If you're aiming for yourself, why are you implicating other people as well?

Could it be a competitor to the "Silver Arrow" bar?

All kinds of chaotic thoughts flashed in his mind one by one, and Su Hao became more and more angry. Although he didn't have any friendship with these people, and there was no even need to avenge them, Su Hao felt an indescribable rage. This is his subjective will, it feels like his dignity is being challenged, and he has to deal with it, otherwise, Su Hao can't convince himself to leave like this.

Two barrels of gasoline were dug out of the basement and carefully spilled along the stairs in every room.

The abusers searched the tavern very carefully, presumably threatening the owner with death and forcing him to reveal the location of valuable objects. In short, Su Hao didn't find anything like a spar or a coin. Even the good old wine stored in the cellar was looted.

Su Hao's movements were very light and did not alarm anyone. He piled up a lot of flammable materials around Grace's corpse, covering the poor woman in layers. Finally, pour a sufficient amount of gasoline.

A long strip of gasoline-soaked cloth, extending from the queen's bed where Grace was placed, curled down the staircase, through the hallway, around the bar kitchen a few times, and finally dragged out of the tavern hall doorway.

A very faint flame ignited the strip of cloth, and the flame quickly spread along the oil stain. Like a snake full of danger, it swam at a rapid speed, and a raging flame suddenly rose behind it. The fire grew stronger, and the red heat grew stronger, engulfing the kitchen, the hall, the staircase...... Finally, spread around the bedroom and turn into a terrifying hell where the flame elves jump wildly.

Many people woke up from their sleep, rushed out of their houses with shouts and yells, and ran out into the streets, crying for help and filling water with whatever they could catch to put out the fire. Almost all of them were naked, and they couldn't care about hiding their intimate positions. At times like these, extinguishing fires is more important than anything else, and although only dead people remain in the tavern, it connects as many as dozens of houses.

Su Hao was wrapped in a black cloak, hiding in the shadows of the street corner a hundred meters away, silently watching this scene.

He felt that the blood around him was flowing uncontrollably, and his body temperature was rising rapidly.

It's an angry will, but also a hint of sadness.

Even for Grace's sake, he has to find out those fierce and cruel murderers, counter violence with violence, and return a tooth for a tooth.

……

The bloody and brutal scene didn't just happen in the "Silver Arrow" tavern. Half an hour later, when Su Hao approached Liu Qiang's shop, he found that it was also full of death.

Liu Qiang was hung on the wall outside the shop.

To be precise, he was "glued" to it.

The hands and feet were straightened, the wound went from the chest to the abdomen, and the entire skin was cut open, along with a large area of muscle. This ensures that the torn skin has enough strength to support the body and is not unbalanced by the weight in the adhesion state. Only the backpack remained intact, and the skin torn from his chest and abdomen made Liu Qiang look like a blood-red humanoid bat.

He had been hanging there for at least two days, his flesh blackened. This kind of torture is extremely cruel, and he does not die on the spot, but wails in intense pain until the whole body is eroded by bacteria, causing a large-scale infection, and then he dies of internal organ failure.

No one approached, and no one dared to collect Liu Qiang's body in thousands. The fire that occurred in the tavern in the distance did not affect the calm around the shop. Occasionally, someone passes by, at most they just take a casual look, and then quickly leave.

Su Hao quickly bought a barrel of gasoline. He severed the link between Liu Qiang's body and skin, causing the body to fall to the ground, dousing gasoline and lighting a flame.

That's all he can do. At least for now.

The only thing that has changed is the sense of revenge that has been aroused to an extremely violent rage.

Whoever the other party is, blood must be paid.

……

DeWitt has always been fond of Carol.

The woman is very good-looking and has a hot body. As a mercenary, it is indeed a rare achievement. Although Carol is a little older, in her thirties, or even over forty, in the eyes of a man like DeWitt, age is not a problem. As long as you go to bed and strip naked, who cares how old you are? Anyway, now that medical technology is developed, there are more and more women undergoing plastic surgery, and things like a seventy-year-old woman becoming a twenty-year-old girl are not news at all. It's similar to selling shabby, as long as you replace the old engine that is about to be scrapped with a shell, and then wax and polish the exterior of the body, it can still be sold as new.

For men, women are about the same as cars. The difference is only that the former is ridden in bed, and the latter is driven on the road.

Carol clearly had a little bit of a meaning for DeWitt as well. Despite the many suitors around her, Carol always stayed with DeWitt. This satisfied DeWitt and felt the need to do everything possible to break through the last line of defense between men and women. It's not okay to hug and kiss in public. Doing so would only attract jealousy, and Carol would even slap herself in the face a few times. The best way to do that is a good bottle of wine and a romantic evening.

Thoughts are just thoughts after all, and after opening his eyes, Devit still feels confused. He didn't understand: he had walked into Carol's room with the bottle of wine, but he didn't know why his eyes were black for some reason. Now I'm awake, but the surroundings are obviously not the normal furnishings in the room. Over here...... Where exactly?

The light is dim and the space is narrow with thick walls that look like a basement.

Carol was standing just over three meters away. It was in the corner of the room, and she and DeWitt were shackled to the wall with iron hoops on their hands and feet. The two can clearly see each other, the difference is only that: Carol's lips are covered with duct tape, and she is covered in ****.

Her eyes were also full of fear, but the focus of her eyes did not fall on De Witt, but like De Witt, she stared at Su Hao who was sitting on the chair next to her.

There was a bottle of wine on the table. Of course, DeWitt will not forget the jì, which is what originally belonged to him. The cork has been uncorked and the goblet contains an amber liquid that gives off a rich bouquet aroma.

Su Hao smoked silently, and a cigarette was quickly smoked. He turned his back to Carol, looked at the silent DeWitt, and smiled faintly.

"I thought you were going to yell like this woman. I didn't expect you to be very sensible. It seems that there is no need to seal your mouth as well. ”

Devit stared at Su Hao viciously.

He had never seen this man. It is no wonder that Su Hao has always maintained Su Ziming's face, and it has become more and more vivid, for De Witt, he is a stranger at all.

Occasionally, DeWitt's gaze would fall on Carol. His breathing would become heavy, and this woman's body line was really good, and it must feel good to the touch, but now was obviously not the time to think about such a thing.

He focused his attention on Su Hao again: "Who are you?" What exactly do you want to do? ”

Despite being trapped, DeWitt was not afraid.

He had been in a similar situation before.

Kidnappings and the like happen all the time in Redstone City. No matter who the kidnapped person is, the other party will not be ruthless, at most just verbally threaten a few words, or say the information they need. There is a natural kinship between the criminal and the villain, and although DeWitt is nominally a mercenary, he is actually a thug hired by the Black Wolf Gang. He is not a real warrior, at most he is just a murderer who has absconded to Redstone City and clings to the Black Wolf Gang for a living. As a member of a powerful gang, anyone has to give some face. After all, no one can guarantee that they will never fall into the hands of the other.

Devit had never met Su Hao, but he believed that as long as he answered the question honestly, the other party would not embarrass him. There is no need to shout loudly, and if it angers the other party, it will not have any effect at all.

Su Hao threw the cigarette butt on the ground, raised his foot and stepped on it, looked at him seriously, and asked, "Who killed those people in the Silver Arrow Bar?" ”

The question was too straightforward, the goal was very clear, and when DeWitt and Carol listened to it, they all felt their muscles stiffen and felt a chill in their hearts.

DeWitt was silent for a few seconds, forced a smile, and shook his head: "I don't know what you're talking about. ”

Su Hao stretched out his hand to pick up the wine glass on the table, approached his nostrils, smelled the rich aroma of wine, and kept staring at De Witt with a cold gaze, and said slowly: "This is the "Royal Oak Leaf" brand champagne. Ahlers is a very cunning fellow, and he is always worried that someone will steal his intimate treasures. As a disguise, Ahlers made a beer bottle of the "Velvet" brand, cleaned it, and filled it with the original champagne. He once worked in a large winery and was very skilled in tricks such as aging wine in new bottles. Every villain in Redstone knows how to kill, but Ares is the only one who knows how to do so. I didn't find this bottle in the dark compartment where Aleth kept it, but it became yours. It's unwise to lie in front of me, my question is only said once, you'd better think it through before answering. ”