Hong Ah Ghost didn't give the other party any chance to make a big statement, after the knife broke Bosten's cheeks and the corners of his mouth, he closed the knife and clenched his fist, punched the opponent's lower abdomen, and beat Bosten into a hunched shrimp, and the whole person curled up on the ground and convulsed.

Zhou Yu looked at Bosten with a smile on his face, raised his hand and said: "Ah ghost, dispose of him, deal with it cleanly, this kind of white supremacist is hopeless, even if we ask him, he won't say anything, and I have determined who wants to do it to me, it doesn't matter if he says it or not, deal with the follow-up matters...... Qinglong and Baihu, come with me to visit our old friend, since he has prepared such a big surprise to welcome me, as a courtesy, we must not lose our courtesy. ”

Zhou Yu straightened his clothes and stood up, and walked past the struggling Bosten.

Qinglong opened the door of the shop for Zhou Yu, and he didn't look at Bosten, who stretched out his hand to say something, and left slowly, disappearing into the night.

At this time, Hong Agui, who had a scarred face, turned his attention back to Bosten, and the latter saw excitement, cruelty, blood and killing in those eyes, as if the other party was not looking at a person, but the butcher was looking at the pork on his board, this feeling was too bad, it was better to blow him in the head with a shot.

Bosten now regretted that he hadn't shot himself in the head in time, knowing he wouldn't survive, but he wasn't sure what he would be going through before he died.

Damn it...... These damn yellow-skinned pigs, if there is a next life, he will definitely kill all these people.

On the west side of Central Manhattan, in a building known for its tight security, Zhou Yu took the green dragon and the white tiger to bypass those guards without much effort and entered the single lounge specially prepared for Councilor Servis on the tenth floor.

This is not far from the building where he last visited Szeto Meitong's residence at night, and it is a private property privately controlled by Councillor Servis.

In addition, Zhou Yu also received information that there was a mistress of Servis living here, and that guy would choose to spend the night here every Tuesday and Thursday.

The three of them stood in front of the beautifully carved solid wood door, and the white tiger pulled out the soft sword at his waist, inserted it into the gap of the door lock, and gently stirred it, and the secret lock was all broken.

Qinglong pushed the door open, and Zhou Yu walked in slowly with his hands in his pockets.

In the room, lying on the bed, there was a slight snoring, and it was clear that both men were asleep.

Zhou Yu sat on a backrest chair pulled by the white tiger and sat down facing the bed, while Qinglong turned on the chandelier in the bedroom with a "snap".

"What? Who!? ”

A man and a woman who were sleeping soundly on the bed were awakened by the sudden light, and Councilor Servis saw Zhou Yu with a panicked and frightened expression, and his heart was cold, and he had predicted his end almost instantly.

And the mistress next to him curled up on the bed with a horn, about to perform a high-decibel scream comparable to that of an airplane taking off.

At this time, Zhou Yu raised his right hand with a smile and signaled the other party to be quiet, and the girl who looked at most in her early twenties rolled her eyes, went limp, and fell asleep again.

Servis was horrified, it was not the first day he had dealt with Zhou Yu, he knew that this Oriental had some unexplained abilities, it seemed that the assassination operation against him tonight had completely failed, and the other party's appearance in front of him was the best proof, and he didn't need to ask anyone at all.

Thinking of this, Servis felt that he was not so scared, he got up from the bed, put on a silk pajamas, and sat on the edge of the bed, facing Zhou Yu.

"Brusse Zhou, say, what do you want?"

With a faint smile, Zhou Yu slapped his hands lightly and said: "Elegant, really elegant, Councilor Servis is worthy of being a person who has been in the upper echelons of New York all year round, even in the face of the moment of life and death, he can be calm and unhurried, wear your expensive and beautiful silk nightgown, should I praise you or scold you?"

Praise you for your calm bearing that you know you will die, and scold you because you, a brainless guy, would choose such an unskilled method of assassination...... How? Has my existence been shaken to your political roots? ”

Councillor Servis gritted his back molars, his eyes revealing undisguised viciousness.

"Bruce Chow, don't think I don't know that the young man Anger, who is new to the council and is eating away at all my political power in the shadows, is the one you arranged to get in!

That's right, assassination is indeed a non-technical method, but it is also the simplest and most effective way to solve the problem, I know that I failed this time, I will accept the failure calmly, but you don't want to insult me, even if I die, I will only die in my own hands! ”

Before Servis could finish speaking, he jerked out a pistol from under his futon and pulled the trigger on his temple.

But the moment his fingers were bent, he didn't feel the tactile feedback from the trigger.

Looking down, Servis found that his index finger had been broken into two knots at some point, and the blood seemed to have not reacted because of this sudden break, and it took a few seconds before gurgling out, and the pain that went straight to his brain was only fed back to Servis's head with some delay.

"My fingers ......!"

He screamed, and the pistol fell on the carpet.

Zhou Yu turned a thin knife that looked like a wolf's tooth in his hand, and smiled: "Want to commit suicide? Tut-tut~~~ How can it be so easy~ Councilor Sewes, ants are still stealing life, why can't you think about it so much? Anyway, we're old friends, but you've never been a guest at my Chamber of Commerce, so let's go tonight, and let me and my brothers entertain you well, and we'll be our opponents in vain. ”

"No...... Bruce Chow, you can't take me away, I'm a member of the House of Commons, someone will find you if I go missing! You have what it takes to kill me now! ”

Zhou Yu stood up and walked to the other party's side, pressed on Servis's shoulder, and gently pinched it: "My friend, how can I be willing to kill you?" I still want to talk to you for a while, don't worry, I'm not interested in you, you don't have the qualifications to fight me, I'm only interested in the person behind you...... Come, bring our old friend back, and entertain him well tonight. ”

"No...... No...... You can't do this! I'm Servis, I'm a councillor! You can't do this! ”

Servis tried to struggle, but Qinglong and White Tiger didn't give him a chance, and both of them fell a palm on his neck at the same time, causing the councillor to fall into the deepest sleep.

Upper East Side, Manhattan, inside the Dragon Guild Hall.

In a small room that was whitewashed on all sides, Servis woke up slowly, but he couldn't open his eyes to look straight ahead, because there was a ridiculously bright lamp facing his face, which made it impossible for him to look directly at the person sitting next to the lamp.

"Bruce Week...... You're going to kill me! Don't try to get any information from me, I won't give in! ”

He yelled as hard as he could, but he didn't wait for Zhou Yu's reply, but an unfamiliar voice and the sound of metal objects rubbing against porcelain plates.

"I didn't want to know anything from your mouth, I just wanted to do some experiments on you, some very scientifically significant medical research experiments."

"Hell...... What do you want to do to me? What do you want to do to me?! No...... Don't~~! Bruce Chow, you bastard! If you kill me~~~! ”

Servis noticed that the chair he was sitting on had many straps extending from it, holding his hands and feet tightly to it.

Not only that, but he was stuffed with an extender-like metal device in his mouth, which prevented him from even biting off his tongue to kill himself.

After a while, a long thin needle pierced his skin and poked into a blood vessel, injecting some fluid into his body.

All Servis could hear was two people talking behind the blinding white light.

"This is the virus sample taken from those patients, and after he has developed the disease, we will inject the latest drug into his body through intravenous drip, and record it according to his real-time reaction, so as to ensure that the drug will have serious side effects during clinical trials, and modify the parameters in time."

"Oh, I have to thank my boss for finding such a great volunteer for us who is willing to devote himself to clinical medical experiments, may God bless him."

"May the Bodhisattva bless him as well."

Hearing the conversation between these two people, Servis's heart was cold, no, that damn Bruce Zhou is a devil who is an out-and-out devil! He even wanted to use his newly developed drug as a live experiment!

Damn it...... He couldn't do that...... Help, who can save me? I'm going to say, I'm going to tell everything I know! But...... What's wrong with my mouth? What happened to my tongue? Why don't you listen to me? I...... Consciousness also began to blur...... It's hot...... Do I have a fever?