Seeing Marlene bite off a piece of flesh from Ron's body, blood splattered everywhere, and the other prostitute, Annis, was immediately stunned, her eyes full of disbelief.

Her mouth opened a little wider, and she instinctively screamed.

Marlene then raised her head and glanced at her, and said without any malice, "Don't make a sound! ”

At this moment, Marlene, whose lips were full of blood and whose expression was not panicked but very pleasant, seemed to Annis like those legendary banshees or demons, more terrifying and terrifying to her than the gangsters outside. Annis trembled and raised her hand to cover her mouth tightly and nodded continuously, and kicked her legs to shake off Ron, who was half-pressed on top of her, leaning against the head of the bed and trying to tighten her body to reduce her presence.

Seeing that Annis had no intention of causing trouble, Marlene's attention returned to Ron. The man whose vital part was hit hard was as pale as paper, his forehead was covered with cold sweat the size of a bean, and he couldn't straighten up at all.

Marlene spat the mixture of blood and saliva onto Ron and cursed in disgust, "Dirty! ”

She grabbed a few light pieces of clothing that she and Annis had shed and the organ that had been bitten off by herself, and shoved them into Ron's half-open mouth with drooling, completely muffling each other's voices. Marlene then easily threw the man, who was twice as heavy as herself, to the ground, stomped on Ron's back, grabbed his right arm with both hands and pulled it upwards with both hands!

With a slight "rattling" sound, a strange arc suddenly appeared between Ron's arm and shoulder, representing a dislocated bone. Marlene did the same, and removed his other arm and knee joint in the simplest and most brutal way.

In the process, Ron was slightly conscious, but he couldn't muster any strength to resist, and could only let out a muffled scream.

His mind was still quite chaotic, almost fainting from the pain, and he was a little awake and a little bloody because of years of licking blood from the tip of a knife, and the resulting rage made it difficult for Ron to maintain a little ability to think.

Ever since he started the skin business, the concept of "woman" didn't exist in Ron's mind, and the women he knew were nothing more than flesh after body, commodity after commodity, nothing more than worthless things that were always prostrate at his feet or under him and could be disposed of at will. Even if you occasionally see a few fierce women who are not interested, they can be easily tamed with just some violence, some torture, and some medicine.

Ron could never have imagined that his "commodity" would actually jump up and bite!

As time passed, the adrenaline kicked in and began to fade the pain he felt. Ron didn't hesitate, and was about to hit the ground with his forehead to make a sound, attracting his men outside to knock on the door and ask.

As long as he doesn't answer for a long time, his subordinates will definitely find out that something is wrong!

However, as soon as Ron was trying to make some noticeable noise, Marlene suddenly remembered something, stepped on Ron's head, muttered "almost forgot", and ripped off the sheets, easily tearing the flexible fabric into strips with her hands, and wrapping them around Ron's head, making him look like a comical and perfunctory rough puppet.

Wrapped in layers of fabric, not to mention the sound of hitting the floor, Ron couldn't even breathe, his arms and legs dangling at odd angles to the side and twitching, repeatedly trying to move and failing.

Marlene, on the other hand, straightened up and seriously recalled the steps her stepfather had told her, and felt that nothing had been missed.

Just make sure that this person can't move, can't make a sound, and do whatever he wants!

Marlene began to search the room.

At the same time, the gang members who were leaning against the wall to guard the door yawned.

On his own turf, Ron wouldn't ask his men to stay outside, so now the hallway was the only one of his unlucky people who had drawn lots, while the others were playing cards and drinking in the hall not far away, and the unclosed doors made the shouting and swearing distinct.

The gang members turned their heads enviously to the door leaking warm yellow light, imagining the taste of rye beer and beef pies, and couldn't help but swallow a little saliva.

Damn, it's okay if there are no women to play with, and I don't even have anything to eat or drink...... He glanced at the closed door, and with jealousy and malice, he speculated that the boss must have drunk too much today and failed to get into the state quickly, otherwise he would normally hear the debauchery of the prostitutes outside the door.

Just as he continued to fantasize about those scenes, the gang members suddenly caught a glimpse of something flashing against the wall, and immediately pulled out their pistols and turned around, but they didn't see half a figure in the hallway.

The corridor was not long, on the left it led to the hall where the gang members gathered and the offices of the "little nightingale" treasurers and other personnel, on the right was the private room reserved for the occasional use of the leaders, and on the other side was the cellar warehouse and other storage areas, which were rarely passed by at this time.

The gang members rubbed their eyes in confusion, suspecting that they were dazzled or that they had seen some flying insects.

He wanted to take two steps to the corner of the hallway to take a look, but he was too lazy to move, instinctively thinking that nothing big would happen on his own turf.

At that moment, a pair of arms silently poked out from the wall behind the gang member, and before the latter could react, he crossed his shoulders from behind, his left hand holding his jaw and his right hand resting on the side of his head.

When the gang members raised their revolvers in response to the pressure and wanted to pull the trigger, the two hands simply pushed forward in opposite directions, one left and one right, accompanied by the well-defined muscle bulge on the arm and a muffled sound, the gang member's head was twisted 270 degrees at once, and the cervical spine was inevitably ruptured with the nerve center and spinal cord.

The gang member's pupils dilated, his body limped, his half-raised arms falling like heavy sandbags, and the glittering brass pistol slid down, threatening to fall to the ground.

And the whole person followed Douglas, who was walking through the wall, while holding the guy's body, while looking at the pistol that fell to the ground.

Under his gaze, the floor seemed to have a nice elastic trampoline, which was heavily dented when the pistol landed, and then bounced upwards without making a sound, bouncing the pistol back into the air, giving Douglas time to take a half-step and pat it on his toes again, and easily grasp the pistol in his hand.

This whole process takes place in just two or three seconds, almost silently.

Gently lowering the limp body in his hand against the wall and posing like a drunken man, Douglas listened attentively, and the noise not far away was still there, and then turned his attention to the door in front of him.

Not long ago, Douglas first used divination to try to confirm whether the prostitute he saw was Marlene, and unexpectedly received a "yes" answer.

Although there is a high probability of making a mistake with such a simple precondition for divination, Douglas, who has already had doubts about this, thought that he would have to take a look at whatever conclusion he reached, and then he stared at the members of the Wheely Party who came in and out of the corridor, picked a lone kidnapper, and tortured part of the layout inside to complete the infiltration.

Douglas didn't delay, estimated the size of the room, took a few steps to the right, passed through the wall, and entered the bathroom attached to the room.

As soon as he stepped inside, he stepped on a few pieces of glass on the soles of his boots, and when he looked up, he saw that the bathroom was in a mess, the mirror hanging on the sink was broken, the faucet was missing for some reason, and the water gushed out down the pipes and continued to overflow to the floor.

But what caught Douglass's attention the most was the movement in the bedroom, the sound of a woman humming a ballad.

"Bah, baa, black sheep, do you have wool...... Yes, sir, three bags full of hairy ......"

He stepped out of the bathroom with a gun in hand and saw what was happening.

Ron, who had been unhappy not long ago, was now lying on the ground like a dead pig, his body exposed, and from Douglas's point of view, he could see that between the man's legs, which had been broken and twisted by external forces, the male organ was gone, and a huge wound had been cut there, which at first glance looked like a woman giving birth.

The wound was stuffed with a mess, and with a cursory glance, Douglas saw the faucet that should have been on the sink, and saw many shards of glass and metalwork that appeared to be candlesticks.

As a result, Ron's wounded intestines and many organs were cut, and the contents mixed with blood flowed around, filling the room with an indescribable smell.

In this picture that makes you want to vomit, a girl with short hair and a better young face is straddled Ron's chest, concentrating on stuffing more items into Ron's body, still singing a little out of tune: "Three bags full of hair, two for the master, one for the lady......"

Before she finished singing the ballad, Douglas discerned her appearance and exclaimed tentatively, "Marlene? ”

The girl stopped humming and looked up at Douglas.

Before the latter could speak, Marlene jumped up on the spot with great agility and threw the glass shards in her hand with great force.

Douglas instinctively hunched over to dodge the glass that shot as fast as an arrow, and then saw Marlene lunge at him, her long legs swept towards him like a whip, and her face was a little solemn. He didn't try to parry or block, he flipped to the right one after another, allowing his body to pass through obstacles such as bedside tables and beds, and in the blink of an eye, he was half a room away from Marlene.

Only then did Douglas notice that there was another woman in the room cowering in the corner of the bed, covering her mouth in fright and not moving.

But he couldn't take care of the other person for the time being, because Marlene didn't intend to let him go, and jumped over the bed with a vigorous posture, showing an extraordinary physical fitness and quickly completing the close-fitting.

Because she was much shorter than Douglas and had no weapons, she did not try to target weak points such as temples, eyes, or jaws, but used her elbows and knees together, either down or up, repeatedly hitting the bottom three, forcing Douglas to keep backing and frowning.

The two of them tossed and turned in the small room, their hurried steps rattling on the wooden floor. Douglas didn't want to delay, saw the opportunity, turned his body sideways, sank over his shoulder, blocked Marlene's elbow with his arm, and then grabbed the girl's arm with his backhand and dragged it down with force, and with the means of "wrestling", Marlene briefly lost her balance and fell forward.

He didn't dare to carelessly twist Marlene's arm behind his back, pressed two steps and relied on his own weight to suppress the girl to the ground, and whispered quickly: "Wait, do you remember Melissa?" ”

Marlene, who was about to kick Douglas's calf bone hard to break free, was stunned for a moment when she heard this, and then stopped her movements.

She turned her head sideways to look at Douglas's face, as if to discern something.

Remembering that he had done a certain disguise, Douglas used a small spell to remove the not very delicate makeup on his face, revealing the signature scar on the side of his face.

This made Marlene quickly recognize him, and recognized that it was the kind person who paid to get her on the train that day.

She was silent for a moment, and then tentatively said, "You let go of me first......"

Douglas also genuinely hesitated for a few seconds, and immediately flashed to the side after letting go of his hand, and was relieved to see that Marlene had no extra movements.

After seeing Ron's appearance, he didn't want to experience what it was like to be beaten with chickens and eggs!

The two of them each took a few steps back to distance themselves, and Douglas, who knew that this occasion was not suitable for chatting, held back a basket of questions, and pouted at Ron, who was still lying motionless on the floor: "What are you going to do with this guy." ”

"Hang up!" Marlene said seriously, "Hang up, hang to the door, and let everyone watch this son of a bitch get fucked by a donkey!" ”

Douglas stared at her for a while with a somewhat complicated expression, then slowed down and said, "His intestines are all flowing out, and he won't live that long." I'll help you hang him outside, and then you come with me...... You come with me, too. ”

The second half of the sentence was spoken by him as he turned his head to the other prostitute who was staring blankly in the corner and pretending not to see it all, though it was hard to tell if the latter had heard what he said.

Marlene frowned: "I won't go with you, you must be that kind of policeman!" What's it called......"

She didn't remember what the word her father-in-law told her for a long time, Douglas looked down at Ron around her and looked down at Ron's situation, choosing to get rid of the strip of cloth wrapped around the other party's face first, and said casually: "You mean the official extraordinary?" ”

After the strip of cloth covering his face was peeled off in circles, Douglas probed Ron's snort and noticed that the guy was still breathing weakly even if his stomach was opened.

Humans are really creatures that can live at any time...... Douglas thought for a moment, pulled out a small bottle full of green potions from his pocket, and poured the potion into Ron's mouth.

"Yes, yes, it's official...... Uh, what are you giving him a drink? ”

Seeing Douglas's actions, Marlene immediately approached like a wild cat guarding food, staring at him with an unhappy face.

"If it were me, I wouldn't let him hurt so badly." Douglas replied casually and put away the empty bottle, then pulled the sheets and began to bandage the wound on Ron's stomach, "For this kind of person, death is too merciful, and losing power and status is more torturous." ”

It took less than two hours to go from being surrounded by his men in high spirits to lying on the ground like a corpse and being fiddled with. Turning a man with power into a cripple who can only wait for death is something that extraordinary strength can do...... Douglas used his tried and tested bandaging technique to stuff everything he could pick up back into Ron's stomach, making sure it didn't fall out at least when he carried it.

And Marlene crouched beside him, with her arms on her knees and her chin resting on her knees, watching quietly.

Her jaw and chest were still covered with half-congealed Ron's blood, but her expression was a little childish, like reaching out and holding down an ant to see how it struggled in a panic when she was a child, and even if she accidentally ran it over, it was just a flick of the dirt stuck to her fingers.

Douglas glanced sideways at her and said helplessly, "Go wash the blood away, hurry up." ”

"Oh."

Although she had just made a bloody and violent move, Marlene still retained a certain habit of obedience, Douglas said, and she honestly went to the bathroom to wash off the blood stains on her body, as for the clothes that were originally black, she couldn't see the clues for a while, not to mention that the clothes on her body were difficult to even cover her body.

Great, all that's left is to get this thing and the two big living people out...... Douglas, who had almost tied Ron into a dumpling, looked left and right, first opened the door and dragged in the gangster who had just broken his neck, stripped off his clothes and put them on Ron.

Then he motioned for Marlene to take the other girl in the room, and while no one was paying attention to it, one of them carried one to the storage area not far away.

In the middle of the night, there are hardly any people in and out of the place, and it may be relatively easy to fool around with one or two waiters or day-to-day workers who are in charge of counting supplies.

Just as he was about to go around the storage area and return to the hall, a waiter with a yawning and tired look came up to him, stunned for a moment at Douglas and Marlene's unique shapes, although his feet were close to the wall to make way for them, but he vaguely felt that something was wrong, and he couldn't look away.

Douglas glanced at him and calmly ordered, "Go and bring a bottle of red wine to the boss to his room." ”

As he spoke, a few coins appeared in his hand and tossed them at random at the other side.

The waiter subconsciously reached out to catch the tip, smiled very dedicatedly, and nodded again and again: "Okay, okay...... Well, I'll call a few people to come and help you, there's an empty room upstairs. ”

Douglas just wanted to scold the other party twice for saying something like whether it's my business or the boss's business is important, but he suddenly felt a certain fear:

It's like the irrepressible timidity and fear of ordinary people in the face of villains and gangsters!

But as an extraordinary person, he easily adjusted his cognition, unlike the waiter who suddenly shivered and lowered his head in submission. Seeing this, Douglas just raised his voice and scolded "Don't let the boss wait impatiently", and successfully drove the waiter away without being pestered again.

Then, he looked at Marlene with some confusion and some vigilance, and asked, "You did it just now?" ”

Marlene lifted her chin and nodded confidently.

She didn't know what this ability was called, only that she could make people scared and make people retreat, so she used it immediately.

I haven't seen the ability, which way is this...... Douglas resisted the urge to get to the bottom of the matter, and took the lead out of the back door of the "Little Nightingale", and circled back to the gate of the "Little Nightingale", where the lights were still on and the dance music was playing, but it was too late, and no one could be seen in or out, and even the guards did not know where to go.

Unlike the shacks that stay open all night to pick up as many customers as possible to make money, the consumer population of places like "Little Nightingale" is close to the middle class, and those who have money also have a fixed schedule, a fixed job, and do not party endlessly all night, and if they don't plan to stay overnight, many customers will leave around eleven o'clock.

When she arrived at the door, Marlene immediately became excited, pointed to the wooden plaque that hung above the gate and was cut and decorated in the shape of a nightingale, and said to Douglas, "Hang it here!" Is this something that everyone can see? ”

That's really all visible...... Douglas measured the height, threw Ron to the ground, and with a repetition of his skills, he ripped off the garment, tightened it, and twisted it into a crude rope. He then threw the crude rope upwards at one end, and with just the right amount of breeze, the rope went around the beam and fell smoothly around the beam, allowing Douglass to successfully lift Ron headfirst down.

Based on the energy of those few sips of the potion, Ron barely opened his eyes at this moment, vaguely and dazedly found that the world in his eyes was turned upside down, and then, the mess in his stomach was pressed by gravity on his septum, bringing a feeling of fall and suffocation that was difficult to ignore.

Ron tried to open his mouth for help in agony, but all he could do was let out a hoarse "ahhhhh

In the building behind him, René, the manager of the "Little Nightingale", who was also the leader of the Wheely Party, was looking through the ledger with the accountant under the lamp when he heard a soft knock on the door. René gestured without raising his head, and the accountant opened the door with great eyes, and saw a tired waiter outside carrying a tray with a bottle of red wine from 1342 and ice buckets, wine glasses, etc.

The accountant thought that René had arranged it in advance, so he turned sideways and let the waiter into the house. René raised his head slightly and looked at it, then frowned, took off the glasses on the bridge of his nose and asked in a deep voice, "Who asked you to bring the wine?" ”

"Huh?" The waiter was a little dazed, and said honestly while dazed, "Someone told me, send, send a bottle of red wine to the boss's room......"

As a waiter, he perceives the old nature as his immediate boss.

René, a thin man with a gloomy expression, stared silently at the waiter, who could not help but shrink his shoulders in an effort to reduce his presence. The accountant smiled instead, and after glancing at the grade and approximate price of this bottle of red wine professionally, he patted the waiter on the shoulder and said, "Go and give it to Boss Ron, who drank with the manager that night." ”

"Oooh......"

The waiter suddenly realized, and while he was busy bowing and apologizing, he was about to step back, but was stopped by René.

The latter stood up with some confusion and solemnity, habitually dusted the hem of his unwrinkled dress with his right hand, and asked, "What does the person who asked you to deliver wine look like?" ”

"He has a scar on his face......" As soon as he said this, the waiter wanted to slap himself, after all, the gangster's face scar was not a feature at all, he immediately added, "Also, his eyes are yellow!" ”

The eye color of the Rune people is nothing more than different shades of blue, green, and brown, and some people in the north are dark gray or reddish-brown, and other colors are rarely seen.

"Tell a few people to go to Ron's." René immediately turned to the accountant and said.

With what he knew about Ron, that vulgar guy didn't bother to taste red wine at all, and would only catch Lielang Qi and drink it endlessly!

Seeing René's expression, the accountant immediately responded, but before he could take action, several people heard a noise and footsteps approaching the office.

René locked the ledger in the safe and walked out quickly, only to see a gang member rushing over in a panic, stammering to himself, "Ron, Boss, he's gone!" The room was full of blood! ”

"Go and find it." The muscles in René's cheeks twitched, and he commanded in a deep voice.

As the leader, although he has a bad premonition, he must remain calm at this time.

Within minutes, the Whiskers had been mobilized to find Ron hanging under the sign at the gate.

They carefully untied Ron and carried him to the table in the hall, and then silently circled around the area, exchanging panicked and frightened glances with each other. Although it is not that he has never experienced street fighting, Ron's appearance really makes people feel cold when they see it.

Especially since Ron is still alive!

This usually many people, rich and powerful leader, who usually has many subordinates, is now lying on the table like a dead dog gasping for breath, and the appearance of constantly making strange noises makes many people dare not look directly, and it is difficult to imagine what happened to Ron.

Even René, who was present to see this scene, was very shocked at the moment, because Ron's method of cutting out his organs and dissecting his stomach did not look like an ordinary enemy's doing, and it seemed to imply some kind of symbolic meaning as terrifying and weird.

But under the gaze of many subordinates, René still stepped forward, bent down close to Ron's face in a complicated mood, and asked in a low voice: "If you can still speak, tell me who did it, and I will avenge you." ”

"Woo, ho, ......"

Ron's mouth had been cleaned of the mess, and when he saw Rene, a few rays of light appeared in his eyes as he tried to make a voice full of hatred: "Damn bitch, son...... I'm going to die, ......."

He tried hard for a long time, but his brain, which had been deprived of oxygen for a while, seemed to be damaged and could not express himself clearly.

What's the difference between saying this and not saying it...... René straightened up silently, he had already ordered the two prostitutes that Ron had brought into the room tonight, and he had even gotten the information.

Confirming that Ron could not provide more information, and that such a huge wound filled with various things obviously could not be healed, René took one last look at his former colleagues and calmly said to the gang members who gathered: "Ron has done a lot of work for the gang over the years, and has taken everyone to eat a lot of meat, which you have seen with your own eyes!" As a friend, I will put an end to his suffering and prevent him from continuing to suffer the insults of his enemies, so that Ron can return to the kingdom of the Lord sooner rather than later! The storm is on board! ”

Ignoring the whispers of the members, René took the revolver from the accountant and completed the reloading, aiming, and shooting steps very smoothly.

In the last seconds of Ron's life, he only saw the muzzle of the gun pointed at him, the gold pounds he earned, and the men who claimed to follow him all his life.

He lay there, easily pierced through the skull by a bullet, and the red, white, and white liquid splattered in all directions, resulting in a death that was nothing special.

Having completed the set task, René let out a silent breath, dusted off the hem of his liquid-stained dress with some disgust, and left the task of maintaining the scene to his henchmen, while he returned to the office, changed his coat and paced back and forth.

Of course, he didn't forget to call several of his men into the room to protect himself.

The man who killed Ron may still be nearby!

However, after thinking quietly for a while, when René raised his head again to give orders, he saw a strange gray-haired and green-eyed man sitting across the desk, looking at him with one hand on his cheek and a smile.

René awoke from his thoughts, staggered back as he drew his gun in one hand, and was about to open his mouth to call out to his blind and deaf men, when he was horrified to see the thugs standing around the room burst into a blazing blue flame, accompanied by a pungent smell of sulfur, and the thugs did not make a sound, but quietly melted into gray and black embers like lit candles.

This hellish sight caused René to immediately fall to his knees in fear, his calm and gloomy mask was completely torn apart, and he could only tremble and cry and beg for mercy: "Don't kill me, don't kill me......"

"Hmm." The man answered, and said lazily, "If I don't kill you, I'm here to sell." ”

"......" René was stunned, not knowing how to answer.

He really had never seen such a big scene as a salesman came to his door and lit his thugs as candles.

Seeing Rene's appearance, the man didn't urge, and said to himself, "Don't you want to know who killed Ron?" The guy's name is Douglas, and he's a bounty hunter who infiltrated here tonight in disguise and killed Ron. ”

Bounty Hunter ...... Douglas...... René felt that it was a miracle that he could still understand and remember the words, and even that being alive was a miracle in itself! He thought hard for a while, didn't dare to look up, and said cautiously, "He, Ron just offered a five-pound bounty for this person...... Yes, is it because of this that he did it to Ron? ”

It's just five pounds!

How can a bounty hunter chase after a gang leader for five pounds? Normal people will come up with a sum of money at this time, and ask a middleman or intelligence dealer to make peace!

"No," the man denied, "it's because Douglass is an extraordinary. ”

"Extraordinary ......" René repeated this rare word, as if he understood something, but did not understand very well.

Although he is a leader, he pays more attention to making money from business, and the Gelly Party itself is not particularly combative, so he has only heard of some gangs with particularly strange and special fighting people, and it seems to be called "extraordinary".

"Yes, only the extraordinary can deal with the extraordinary. So, I'm here to sell you the 'extraordinary' commodity. ”

The man continued to smile.

René's forehead was pressed against the floor in cold sweat, and he excused himself very unconfidently: "This, this, my lord, I am not the boss of the Huili Party......

Originally, Ron was killed by a vendetta, and he also had to report it to the boss, not to mention what the man suddenly said extraordinary.

René didn't understand at all, and he didn't have the courage to call the shots, he just hoped that this terrible man would leave soon!

"That's okay, because I'll be your boss from today onwards." The man did not feel the slightest displeasure at being rejected, but raised his voice and seemed quite happy.

Yes?

The "little nightingale" manager's mind went blank, and it took him several seconds to understand the meaning of the sentence, and he fell even lower, shivering, until he was kicked by the man.

"Go and prepare a spacious place, prepare a few people, some materials......" he gave a series of names, and without remembering René or not, he bent down and picked up the manager's collar and raised his arm to throw the man out of the door with ease, commanding, "The sooner the better." ”

René ran away without even looking back, the man was not worried that the guy would take the opportunity to escape, he reached out and picked up the red wine that was placed on René's table in the ice bucket, looked at the vintage, and then crushed it, threw it into his mouth with glass shards and wine, chewed and swallowed it happily.

"Beckland is such a nice city......"

He leaned back with his hands behind his head, expecting and patiently waiting for the game to begin.

Somewhere on another street in the East End, Douglas unwittingly removed the hot pot from the stovetop and placed a pot of bacon stewed black bread on the table, not paying attention to the blackened marks of the pan on the table.

Such traces have almost covered the old table, no more, no less.

Across the table, Marlene sat with another girl named Annis, both staring at the pot of food with sparkling eyes.

Douglas couldn't help but glance into the pot again, not thinking how delicious those wood-like things could be made by boiling them in tap water.

However, as one of the safe houses, it was good that he could find food to eat from the cupboard. Because of the irregular mess, he rarely stores food in the safe house, especially in summer, which is too easy to spoil and stink. Even things like smoked fish and brown bread with little to no moisture can't be stored for long.

Douglas, who had no appetite, held a wooden spoon in his hand and sighed helplessly: "Wait and eat again, it's too hot." ”

"I'm not afraid of getting hot." Marlene immediately retorted, and unexpectedly withdrew the wooden spoon from Douglas's hand, and couldn't wait to scoop a piece of smoked fish meat into the pot and stuff it into her mouth.

She was immediately burned and exhaled, her expression was a little hideous, and the chewing action did not stop for a moment.

The timid Annis looked at Marlene and then at Douglas, her fingers clasped on the table, not daring to speak.

This made Douglas even bigger, and directly handed her a spoon, and then sat opposite and watched the two little girls clean up half of the pot of food in just ten minutes.

Marlene burped her belly after eating and drinking, and then noticed that Douglas had been staring at her, and immediately sat back alertly.

It was a different story from the day Douglas first met her, when Marlene was rather numb and cautious, with little active expression.

But in just a few days, Marlene had gained a vigorous aggression like a small carnivore.

Annis, who was also well fed next to her, seamlessly recovered into a state that did not dare to speak or move.

Douglas is not afraid of her, and practice has proved that although Marlene is the kind of extraordinary person who is good at martial arts, it is obvious that the use of extraordinary power is only based on instinct, relatively superficial, and can still cope.

As for why such a superficial technique can kill Ron, it can only show that the man who goes to bed has no brains and only thinks with his dick.

Douglas pressed his forehead, not knowing where to start.

What is Marlene's pathway? Who gave her extraordinary characteristics? And where is that person?

Considering Marlene's attitude and the IQ of Ming Ming who said he wouldn't go with him and followed him because he said he wanted to cook, he gave up and went straight to the point, and chose to knock on the side and asked, "Who else do you want to kill besides Ron?" ”

Marlene was immediately stunned by the question, and most of her vigilance disappeared, and she calculated it seriously, and reported one name after another: "Rob, Ana, Tommy......"

Who is this...... Douglas listened patiently, only to know that Rob was the worker who coaxed Marlene to elope with her, but it turned out that he actually had a family and children.

He didn't bother with the details, and asked, "What are you going to do after you're done?" ”

"After they're all killed?" Marlene frowned, followed her heart and asked back directly, "How can you finish killing, there are so many people, they all deserve to die!" Damn it! ”

Douglas choked for a moment, unable to refute it.

Because of this irrefutable, he almost wanted to close his eyes, pretend that he had never seen Marlene, and let her just leave.

After a moment of silence, he exhaled and said to Marlene, "There's a boning knife in the cupboard behind you, you can take it and use it, I won't need it." ”

Seeing Marlene looking at him hesitantly, he smiled again and deliberately said in a mocking tone: "If you don't hold a knife, you can't even beat me, how can you kill other people?" ”

That's right...... Remembering that some of the people who had bullied her to kill were taller and stronger than Douglas, Marlene felt that it was necessary to have a knife.

My father-in-law said that the method of killing people is the same every time, and sooner or later someone will be caught, so she can't kill people by going to bed every time!

She turned to the side, watching Douglas as she pulled open the cabinet door behind her, and sure enough, she saw a rusty knife almost as long as her arm.

As she took out the knife, Annis, who was sitting next to her, turned pale and leaned back to try to get away from Marimarin.

A heartfelt smile bloomed on Marlene's face, she felt that the knife was very much in line with her aesthetics, and the weight was just right, so she looked at Douglas with a smile, and just as she was about to say something, she saw the latter's fingers move slightly, and threw a silver sheet at herself.

Douglas's mouth opened and closed, and he softly but clearly spat out the two Hermes syllables "Crimson".