Chapter 11

There is no way, I will notify you when there is any news.

Kevin closed his laptop, took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes and said, "I invaded the websites of Peru's National Intelligence and the Ministry of Defense, and there was no clue to the missing person."They should be no longer in Peru.If you leave the country, you must also use a fake passport. In that country, there will be no online registration.

Damn it.I put out the cigarette butts, is there really nothing I can do?

By the way, Kevin turned on the computer again, what is the owner of that manor, Crison.Strange.He is a big landlord and has a large number of industries in Australia. I want to check what changes have happened to his account recently. They must need money.I can know where they withdraw money from through the global computer network, and it will be easier if they pay with credit cards.

I patted Kevin on the shoulder, and he hasn't closed his eyes for 12 hours since last night.

Blood Hand asked me in a low voice: If you have been here for too long, will they be suspicious?

I said I'll come out and find a woman to relax.

You'd better go back.I looked at these foals.

There were various automatic weapons piled up in a corner of the room, and a table was filled with communication equipment and dismantled sniper rifles.

Tom, who had shaved head, was busy assembling explosives, and strips of C4 military explosives were wrapped in various camouflages.

His cousin Pete was fiddling with a cell phone. He carefully put the last screw on and pasted the sealed label paper as it was. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and said to me: Okay, now the modification is complete. Just press the hands-free button during the call, and the thing on this cell phone will be received.

He pointed to a sound equipment next to Kevin's computer, and we could know what you want us to know, and even find your location on Earth, but it would take a little time.

Thanks.I took the phone he handed me and put it in my pocket.

Do you remember what I told you? Click on the hands-free...

Yes, I remember, don't point fingers at me, do you understand?I stared into Pete's eyes, don't point fingers at me, never.

Pete shrugged and turned his head away, and understood, boss.

Bloody hands sent me downstairs, and he patted me on the shoulder and said: You are a little impatient.

I don't.

You have.He grinned, if you die, our contract will end early and my money will not be a penny.Is it right?

you mean?My hand was placed on the belt and gently stretched backwards, and it was my pistol.

I mean, you are not far from death.I could smell that smell, it was the smell of floating in the trenches on the battlefield, not the smell of blood, but the smell of people who were about to die.

Don't make me nervous, you know?My hand was put on a pistol.

You're already nervous.

Bloody hands looked at me with my pistol indifferently. I didn't care what those people did to you, but your nervousness and impatience were what the other party was happy to see. They looked at you like a cat, you were the white mouse in the glass jar. The glass jar was placed on the table, shaking, and that was your last protection.The cats watched you on the floor, waiting for the glass jar to fall, while you were still angry because your cheese was gone.

I only know how to kill people, but I don’t know how to be a bodyguard.He said one last time.

Hahahahahahahaha... Blood Hand laughed and turned around and didn't even look at me.

After hearing the news of Anna's disappearance, I was a little nervous and restless, and inexplicably wanted to get angry. Maybe the bloody hand made sense. I lit a cigarette and did not take the orange bus, but walked towards the place where we lived.

It was the second floor of a pizza shop.

It is inconspicuous, but it has perfect equipment.

As I walked a corner, I noticed someone following me.

He didn't seem to want to hide his whereabouts. The colors of his clothes were exaggeratedly bright, and his hair was dyed green, standing tall on his head like a horse's hair.

When do you want to follow?

I turned into a deserted alley with high walls with centuries of history and cobblestones on the floor.

I grabbed his collar and pushed the pistol against his stomach.

He just grinned, revealing a bit of metal-wrapped teeth, glittering in the dusk sunlight.

Are you Mr. Juan?

What exactly do you want to do?

There is a bag in my pocket. Your friend asked me to follow you and he said he would give it to you when you find me.

He began to feel that this was not a joke, and the expression on my face told him that I didn't want to play any games now.

He does have a large brown envelope in his pocket.

While pulling out the envelope, I held the gun and slowly retreated. In fact, this was unnecessary.Because this neo-Nazi-dressed guy began to look pale and his hands and feet were shaking.

Who gave this to you?My friend?Is he saying that?

Yes...yes... he stammered. He was handsome and had golden hair.It seems to be Spanish, but his face and tone are not very good...Ah, nice, I...I thought you were quarreling, it was a joke.He...he gave me 100 euros.

Yeah?

I put the envelope next to my ear and listened. There was no sound of clockwork. After pinching it with my hands, there was no detonation. It seemed that it was just a piece of paper, which should be a photo or something.

Get out!

He disappeared quickly, and his heavy leather boots pounding on the pebbly ground.The bangs and bumps gradually disappeared.

Instead of opening the paper bag right away, I took it back to my place where I lived, where there was an email perspective machine and inside the paper bag was a photo of a reflective paper bag.

What is that?

A gift.Friends from there.

I lit a cigarette and threw the paper bag to Lily. I haven't opened it yet, let's take a look together.Do you want to open another bottle of champagne to celebrate that they didn't come directly.

Juan, I want to talk to you.Lily held her hands and said calmly, "I'm a little strange about your actions during this period. Where did you go when you go out early and come back late?"

I've had fun.There are bars and prostitutes here, I want to relax.

Why don’t you say you went to the museum?

Yes, I was still peeing in the fountain with an angel statue. What's wrong?

Now is not a joke, I have heard a little about Juan, Anna.I'm sad, but she may be safe.After all, there are no corpses...

Then you must find the rotten body cut into pieces in the stinky ditch to be considered as the end, right?We were drinking coffee in the pizza shop, and there were countless people equipped with automatic weapons guarding her, but what about her?She may be safe!Go fuck you.

Lily was not angry, she just found a chair and sat down, thinking about Sofia, she loves you.She is waiting for you to return to her safely.

It's not Sofia's business.Don't pull her in, she is not part of us.She is just a little girl who can't speak!

All right.Let's talk later, but next time you go out, I hope you will go out with Iron Man or Knife Hand, nothing else.But for your safety.I don't want things to happen again in Russia.

OKNow, let's see what these things are.

Lily put on gloves. In this kitchen with mail perspective machines and plastic gloves, there are boxes of bullets in the cabinet. In addition to roast chicken, there are submachine guns wrapped in plastic bags in the refrigerator. I really don’t know what else is here?

Maybe the floor was dug up and there was a complete main battle tank underneath.

Lily carefully cut open the envelope pocket with scissors, and a black reflective plastic bag with the sealed mouth fell out.

What's inside, it's you.Lily pushed the black plastic bag to me and put it in a vacuum chamber to open it, maybe it was a virus inside.

If they thought so, they would not have let an irrelevant person give it to me.I tore open the seal of the black plastic bag.There are a stack of photos inside.

What is this, this is...

Damn it.

My blood rushed to my head, and just a photo made my blood surge into my brain. I frantically hit the wall with my fists.

Once, twice, blood splattered out and his arms drooped weakly.

But I still had no intention of stopping. The crazy desire to be destroyed also dominated my mind. I kicked the chair in front of me, pulled open the door of the refrigerator with my hand trembling due to the pain, picked out the submachine gun from it, and walked towards the door.

What’s wrong with you?Lily was frightened, but she quickly calmed down and she stopped me.

I pushed her away, Lily pulled my arm, tripped with her feet, and put a little force on her wrist. I lost my center of gravity and fell to the ground. Lily skillfully leaned my wrist and walked behind me, pressing my knees against my waist, so that I couldn't move at all.

What are those things?

She pulled out the black plastic bag from my pocket, and the photos inside fell out. She turned pale after just one look.

I got rid of her breakup, sat on the ground and smiled bitterly, and my strength disappeared. Looking at her panic, my tears also flowed.

In the photo, Sofia was tied naked to a chair, her eyes were covered and some scars were on her body.

They, they actually attacked Sofia.

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Bang!

On the 6th, I pulled out the cork of the wine, smelled it first, and then I filled the cup in front of me with satisfaction. The wine is not bad, isn’t it a pity to drink it now?

No, dear.My mother smiled and picked up the cup filled with red wine from No. 6's hand, and tasted it gently. It was not bad. We could drink something better immediately.

This is a spacious and bright room with an early Baroque style from the 17th century, with golden ceilings, Catholic religious murals painted, thick carpets on the floor, No. 8 is sitting in front of the piano, fiddling with a knife, he sneered: I hope you don’t underestimate your opponent.

What do you think?No. 10!

No. 6 turned his eyes to the person who had just walked into the room. The guy was wearing a black leather jacket, leather pants, and a pair of high-pin motorcycle boots. His hair was dyed green and he stood tall on his head. His smile revealed his teeth wrapped in metal.

Hahahahahahahahahahahaha.Do you know what his expression was when I handed the envelope to him?It's so sorry I can't see his expression when he opened the envelope.

On the 10th, I laughed so hard that tears came out.

He just let me go, I really didn't expect it!...

Be careful not to catch the snake but instead bit it.The gloomy saying of No. 8, don’t waste time. If you don’t want to do it, I will do it.

Do you seem to have any comments?He suddenly turned around and said to Anna leaning in the corner, "What's your look?"

If you want to do it, do it yourself.Anna said lazily, her hands wrapped around her chest, and under her little coat was the holster at her waist.

oh.The eyes of No. 8 suddenly shine. Are you watching your beloved die at my hands?

I will naturally congratulate you when you kill him.Anna replied without fear, I know him better than you, so, my dear friend, I pray for you.

Humph, let's take a look.No. 8 walked out of the room without looking back. As he walked past Anna, Anna looked at him with contempt.

Is there too much talk today on the 8th?No. 10 touched his forehead and said, he seemed a little nervous.

It's not nervous, it's fear.

No. 6 took a sip of wine and said, "Did you notice his hands?"Left hand.It was done by a little bitch named Leona, not only that, she almost lost her life.That bitch is in Bergam now, and he wants to meet her on the 8th.

What if he doesn't matter.On the 10th, I picked up the wine bottle and drank it in big mouthfuls of wine bottles, glanced at Anna who didn't say a word, Hello Ah, girl.

This is not how good wine is consumed.Can't be that fast, do you understand?If you want to drink good wine, you have to take your time.Mom giggled on the side.

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The small town under the night sky seems particularly quiet, and there are no figures moving under the street lights on the street.

After taking my last sip of cigarette, I threw the cigarette butt into the sewer and looked back.

When I was sure there was no one, I entered the place where Blood Hand and their lives.

This place is a car repair shop, but there is a lot of space inside and a basement.With bloody hands sitting at the entrance of the yard, he sat straight on the chair, with his eyes staring at me with bright eyes.

You shouldn't have done these little things, just let the children do.What’s wrong with you?

I am fine.

I know I look like a mad dog, but if it were someone else, it might be worse than me. I try to restrain my emotions and keep my tone on the channel that is as if nothing happened.

Did she say it?

Since you are here, why don’t you go in and take a look?

This afternoon, Kevin called me. On the phone, he was speaking Chinese. He found that someone was moving near where they lived, so Mike and the water demon went out to hunt for a while without moving.

Then he told me they had changed places.

The car shop has a basement, which is equipped with a camera on the iron door of the basement. It is obviously just installed. As soon as I got closer, someone opened the door for me from the inside. There is a submachine gun fixed with triangular iron at the back of the door, which is operated by sensors.

boss!It was Tom who opened the door for me, and he looked at me in surprise.

How about it?

Um.

Tom was stunned for a moment, but returned immediately, saying nothing, pretending to be like a reporter, but she had two pistols in her car and three different passports in the trunk.They are interrogating her.

I walked down the slate steps. It used to be a wine cellar several centuries ago, but now it has become a place to torture prisoners.

Maybe it will become the execution ground for that damn guy. I can't help but want to kill a few Zhang Kui's people.

boss!

When I saw me, they all stood up, there were lights installed here, and the large wooden table was filled with various electronic instruments and weapons.

Where is the person?

Inside.Kevin told me calmly that this guy was trained and simple physical torture was useless to her, and once he was numb, he wouldn't feel anything.Do you want to give her that injection?

let me see.

The simply separated small door opened.

Mike wore thick leather gloves, full of blood.

A dark-haired white woman was tied with ropes and hung in the air. She could no longer see what clothes she was wearing. She was torn to pieces and threw them on the ground with blood. She also had burned scars on her exposed feet.

She said that her name is Laura, and she is a newspaper travel reporter. She came here to write an article about the small town, but how could the reporter put this in his jeans?

Mike showed me a small, black box, which was a high sensitivity remote-controlled explosive. If placed under our car, bm!

Wake her up for me!

Mike pinched her nipples with her fingers. She was pulled out of her coma by the pain. Her head, which was hanging on the side, slowly lifted up. Before her eyes opened, she spitted bloody phlegm at Mike.

You are a bitch.Mike yelled, slamming her knees into the abdomen.She moaned in pain, her body twisting in the air.

alright.I found a chair to sit down and lit a cigarette. Don’t waste time, tell me where are they?

I...I don't know, what are you... talking about?The woman's beautiful face was twisted and she slowly answered me in less standard English.

Tear her pants off.I mean, all.

Mike rudely pulled her jeans and underwear away. The whole afternoon of torture had left her unable to resist.

Her plump thighs were covered with red scars, her calf muscles were very well-proportioned, and her lower body was thick, so she no longer had the strength to put her legs together.

I looked at her body carefully. She was about 30 years old. Her breasts were big and slightly drooping, but her abdomen was very flat. She was obviously exercising regularly and her buttocks were straighter than her breasts. She should be a good beauty before she was brought to this basement.

Go and get some dilute sulfuric acid and apply it to the nipples. Don’t forget to fix it before.

I briefly ordered, there are clips with wires and electric drills. If you don’t understand, go to the top to ask the bloody hand.

The woman shouted hard, and she struggled in vain to break free from the rope, kicking her legs in the air like a hanging prisoner.

Where are they?

She spoke Italian loudly, judging from her tone and the words I could understand, it was by no means good.

No, Mike.I changed my mind. You go and put her down and give her a few strokes first to avoid trouble.Then the people outside asked the table to be cleaned up.

When I talked about it later, I raised my tone, and the sound of busy moving things came from outside.

After a while, the woman was tied to the long wooden table in a large shape, but her eyes were still firm. Thinking of the humiliation she was about to face, she seemed not very scared.

Children, you all played with women.

I said calmly like a teacher. What is presented to you now is the body of a white Europa woman, and this woman is called...

She calls herself Laura!The water demon looked at me excitedly and added.

Well, Laura.

I continued, Laura is a reporter, she said it herself.The reporter is very good at making up stories, so how can she make up stories we want to hear? This process is called inspiration.Inspiration takes a little means and time, such as whips, kerosene lamps, live clips, soldering irons, humiliating rape and cutting of the flesh.

I paused and said, "Don't have any human compassion and respect for life, I want to see what you all learned from Blood Hands."

They looked at me like they were looking at the poisonous snakes in a zoo.

Soon, they realized that I wasn't kidding, and that almost everyone except Kevin had a cruel smile on their faces.

Mike stroked Laura's skin with his hands, and it could be seen that her skin was not very smooth, especially now.

No matter how we do it, you won’t object, right?

I nodded, walked to the side and sat down, lit a cigarette and watched slowly.

Mike had climbed up to the table, and I didn't know how the table took his weight, and under him, Laura and the table were moaning.

Her thighs had been opened, under the action of thick ropes.

The rope bit her skin tightly and sank deeply into the muscles. The muscles strapped by the ropes showed an alternative beauty.

Laura gasped, sweat oozing out of her naked body, and the temporarily healed wound was torn open by the violent muscle movement. She let out a painful wail, the sound echoing in the basement, and no one paid attention to her.

The men around her all looked at her with a single look. She was the meat in the supermarket.

At first, Mike was just pressing on Laura's body. He was still tentatively trying to understand the surface of the prey. His hands were wandering around Laura's body, and the wounds he created made him even more excited. His huge palms rubbed Laura's breasts, and his breasts were lifelessly soft under his caress. Mike was a little disappointed, so he decided not to waste time anymore. Under the gaze of his partner, he unbuttoned his pants.

Laura must have had a lot of sexual experience, but this is definitely her first time.

Mike's penis entered Laura's body effortlessly, as if a huge train had squeezed into the narrow tunnel. Laura began to scream, starting with a low and incoherent moan, but it was different immediately, because the accomplices standing by were obviously not satisfied with Mike's enjoyment alone, so they decided to do it themselves and participate in this rare torture.

Tom let Mike lean back slightly, he pulled out a black silk handkerchief from his pocket and used it to cover Laura's eyes, and then, in his right hand, held a cup with hot coffee inside.

He poured the coffee on Laura's breasts, and he moved very gently. As soon as the steaming coffee touched Laura's body, she began to scream, her nipples shaking, dark, plump nipples and brown areola.

The coffee's creativity obviously won everyone's praise. They clapped and asked Mike to lick the falling coffee, so Mike fell down again.

He smiled, licking the coffee on his breasts with the tip of his tongue, and tugging his nipples with his tongue.

Laura twitched, her only waist that was not fixed was twisting. Mike's penis was even thrown out. Mike was very dissatisfied with this. He slapped Laura twice and tried to insert the penis back to Laura's body. The others laughed.

This time, Tom poured coffee on Laura's hair, and Laura whined, her mouth wide open, Tom pulled her hair and shouted at her loudly: You bitch, bitch, it's better to say something we want to hear, go fuck you.

Laura shook her head, as if she wanted to say something, but Tom was dissatisfied with her answer, so he took off his leather boots and then the socks, and he stuffed the socks into Laura's mouth, and Laura shook her head, but Tom tried so hard that Laura's face began to turn rosy and she began to twitch violently.

She is about to suffocate.hey-hey.Don't do that, we haven't started yet.Pete said loudly, she hadn't told us what we wanted to know yet.Yes, head!

He looked at me, I nodded and made a continued gesture.

Tom pulled the socks out of Laura's mouth a little, so Laura's struggle was not so intense for the time being. Tom obviously felt a little bored, so he pulled out a stool from under the table.

He stood on the stool and took out his penis from his crotch, watching Mike masturbate while masturbating as he watched as he did piston exercises on Laura.

You are finished, you can't escape.Laura wanted to say something, so the water demon pulled out the socks from her mouth.

Our people will kill you, you Asian bastards.

The water demon slapped Laura shut up her mouth with a neat slap. She began to continue screaming, sometimes loud and sometimes low, as can be seen from Mike's body movements.

Guys, how about we bet?Tom's hand movements did not stop, and he shouted excitedly to the others, $50, I cum from this into her mouth.

Go to yours.I'm willing to pay $50, and Mike can work for another half an hour.

He will crush her to death, and then you go play with the body.

Tom retorted that this bitch was the first since we left the United States.She is not the kind you can meet in a bar.Have to have fun.

Laura's body began to relax, her body was soaked in sweat, and so did Mike. His penis was pulled in and out of Laura's body, Laura's thick undercoat was inserted into and out of it, and even white liquid was scratching from the base of her thighs.

Mike finally finished this huge project. He crawled down from the table with his bald head and smiled.

Tom immediately jumped onto the table. Amid the swearing of the line, his penis had been inserted into Laura's body. He didn't even take off his pants. The metal belt buckle on his jeans rubbed against Laura's skin, rubbing the wounds caused by torture. Blood slid down from the wounds that were torn apart again.

Tom obviously suppressed for a long time, his hands were more presumptuous than Mike, and he kneaded Laura's body.

She was more forceful and more angled. Laura obviously had good training. Apart from the moans she made when she was breathing and couldn't bear the pain, she was like a corpse.

Tom was obviously helpless when he didn't cooperate with Laura, and he ejaculated quickly.Obviously, everyone was not very satisfied with his performance, and even Kevin, who had been uninvolved, smiled.

Tom was annoyed and he attributed it all to Laura.

Damn bitch, even the head can't save you anymore.He slapped Laura in the abdomen. Laura wanted to curl up in pain, but for her, the more painful thing was still behind.

Bitch.

Tom took out the lighter from his pocket, and he pinched Laura's plump breasts with his hands. His breasts were pinched in his hands like a loaf of bread. The part of the areola and nipples rose high. Tom used the lighter and burned Laura's nipples with a small flame.

The nipples were beating under the burning of the flames, probably their body was beating. Laura screamed loudly in an unprecedented voice. She tried hard to twist her body and smashed her head on the table, trying to get rid of the pain.

Hey, what are you doing?The water demon couldn't stand it anymore.

Shut up, watch me well.Tom smiled grimly, this was learned from the gangsters in Detroit.

Ah…AhAh…Ah!Laura churned her body and said something loudly in Italian.But no one paid attention to him, and all the bystanders were in a state of madness.

Blisters were burned from the nipples, and a strange smell floated in the air.

It's here now.

Tom let go of his hand, Laura's breasts bounced back to their original state, with red finger marks on her skin.

Tom grabbed Laura's breasts on the other side of her hand and was about to light the lighter.

Wait a moment.I stood up from the chair.

Can you say it now?

They, they are not here.

Where is that?

Me, I don't know.Laura said quickly, still breathing in her mouth, twisting her body due to the pain.

continue.I turned around.

Tom grabbed Laura's other breasts and fucked the lighter.Laura screamed, saying a place name.

Why don’t they do it directly?

Because, they... have some concerns, they are afraid... afraid of someone.

who?

I don't know, I just know it's a woman.

I walked to the table and Laura gasped.

I picked up an oil pot from the floor, a long-mouthed, iron oil pot.

The oil pot is full, I don’t know what it is put.

I turned around and asked Kevin: Do you know the place she just mentioned?

I don't know, but it doesn't matter.Kevin had already sat in front of the computer and quickly typing on the keyboard. I could scan the phone lines, computer networks, credit cards, and vehicle registration in the entire area...

I poured it on Laura's abdomen with an oil pot and she gasped, her skin contracted with her pores due to panic.

Remuneor！

The oil pot wrote a few words on Laura's abdomen, and then I threw away the oil pot and took out the lighter from my pocket. The lighter suddenly ignited the oil in Laura's abdomen. After a while, the flames burst out, and the smell of burnt human flesh came to my nose.

Laura screamed and twisted her body. The flames quickly went out, but the traces of the burn remained on her abdomen in a shocking way.

What does this mean?

This is Latin, the meaning of revenge.I don’t know when, Blood Hand also walked to the basement.

I'm sleepy, who's on duty now?

I looked at the Blood Hand and he looked at me with a blank expression.But other meanings appeared in his eyes, and he seemed to see a completely different me.

He walked up to me, pulled out his pistol from my waist-length sheath, shot Laura in the head, and then another shot.

Laura's pain ended, her head tilted to the side, dark blood flowing out of the wounds in her dark hair.

Blood hand put the gun back into my hand, snapped his fingers and said: Put it in a plastic bag, put it back into her car, drive the car to...

this.

Kevin pointed to a small dot on the computer screen. There was an area map on the screen. I couldn't determine the specific location, but it was definitely in this area. I found out from the phone record.If you want to pinpoint it, it will take me a little more time, they have anti-tracking equipment.

Have you made up your mind?Bloody hands looked at me face to face.

The game has just begun.Until the end, no one can tell the position of a mouse or a cat.I answered him, a grim smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.