Potter's hiding place is a medium-sized cellar in a remote location.

Song Hao briefly observed the surrounding environment and guessed that it was the work of hunters for many years, and has now been forgotten by the Valentine herdsmen.

He hadn't walked a few steps when he discovered the body of a dead rat outside. Due to the high degree of decomposition, its original appearance could no longer be seen.

"I think you are really crazy. You can even torture a mouse like this."

Porter, who was walking in front, smiled when he heard this: "Friend, mice cannot be compared with humans."

"After all, whether it's from the screams or the pleasure of dismembering corpses, human beings are more to my liking."

When talking about this topic, Potter's expression gradually became crazy, and the scar on his face seemed to be about to split at any time.

The two of them walked deep into the cellar and first lit the kerosene lamp on the wall. The flame soon illuminated the entire room.

The scene before his eyes made Song Hao, a tough guy, nauseous, and there was a disgusting smell of rotting corpses in the air.

That's right, this guy actually cut a woman's body into multiple pieces and soaked it in some kind of yellow liquid.

Judging from the smell alone, could it be urine?

Especially the round head, which is currently placed in the fish tank in the center, with its eyes not closed.

I will never die with my eyes in peace!

Porter looked excited and wanted to introduce his collection to Song Hao: "This is what I did the day before yesterday..."

"Shut up, I don't want to hear your ramblings here. Hand over the banknotes and valuable items quickly."

The gun in Song Hao's hand was aimed directly at his back. As long as the other party reacted slightly abnormally, his spine would explode.

Potter on the other side seemed a little disappointed because he failed to introduce his collection.

Then he walked slowly to a huge box and claimed that all the wealth was hidden in it, which was the hard work of many years.

"The key to unlocking the door is inside a woman's head. If you don't mind, I can help you."

Song Hao didn't want to put his hand into the disgusting liquid, and it was a sign of extreme disrespect for the corpse.

So he had no choice but to nod his head and warn: "Don't play any tricks on me."

"Don't worry, you are the boss now, how dare I play tricks on you?"

Porter first wrapped his severed palm with gauze, and blood flowed all over the floor, then he staggered to the front of the woman's head.

Facing the corpse that he had mutilated, not only was he not afraid at all, but he was unexpectedly excited.

Drool dripped from the corners of his mouth inadvertently.

After dozens of seconds of fumbling, he finally took out a brass key from the mouth of his head: "It's yours now."

Song Hao was reluctant to take the key, which was still stained with urine: "Go and open the box for me first."

"Friend, I've lost one of my hands now, and I can't open those dozens of kilogram boxes alone."

Facing such a dismemberment demon, Song Hao would not have the slightest sympathy, so he simply pointed the gun at his face.

The voice gradually became colder: "I don't want to repeat it again."

"Now... open this fucking box for me..."

With no other choice, Porter had no choice but to return to the front of the big iron box, squat down and insert the key into the keyhole.

Then he only heard a crisp click, and he turned around and said: "Is it okay now?"

"Stand up slowly and retreat to the corner. I advise you not to move without my order."

The blood from the severed palm kept seeping out of the gauze. Potter didn't say anything and just obeyed.

After confirming that there was a certain gap between the two, Song Hao came to the front of the big iron box and carefully observed the heavy object.

There are bloody fingerprints on the surface, and a black, sticky substance flows out and solidifies from the gaps in the box. This is the pus of the corpse.

There is no treasure in this at all!

The next second, with a slight sound coming from behind, the corners of Song Hao's mouth turned up slightly.

"What a bastard."

"Oh, are you trying to kill me?"

Facing the machete that suddenly fell from behind, Song Hao, who had already opened his dead eyes, rolled forward to the right.

While avoiding the fatal blow, he took out a throwing knife from the hidden sheath on his thigh and stabbed it straight into Potter's left palm.

As the saying goes, the white knife goes in and the red knife comes out. The power is amazing.

The severe pain made Potter couldn't help but cry out. He didn't expect that the opponent's strength was so terrifying, that he could penetrate the bones of his palm with one blow.

"You don't think this is the end, do you?"

Song Hao stood up very calmly and did not give the opponent a chance to escape. He rushed forward with a combination of punches in the style of a fighter, almost hitting the flesh.

Faintly, the sound of broken bones can be heard.

As for Potter, he was unilaterally suppressed and was beaten so hard that he could only retreat in the dim light, begging for mercy.

At this time, his eyes were swollen and bruised, with bloodshot residue remaining around the white eye membranes, and he could no longer see the surrounding scene clearly.

Even if he survives the catastrophe, he will almost be a paraplegic in his next life.

"Stop fighting, I can't breathe."

It wasn't until the opponent was completely unable to stand and his breath was weak that Song Hao withdrew his fist, otherwise he might have been beaten to death.

He slowly knelt down and put his face in front of Potter, whose legs were trembling, and he didn't forget to calmly light a cigarette.

Finally, the fishy smell in the cellar can be covered up.

"I've always hated unscrupulous people. I've given you a chance. What do you think I should do?"

The panting Porter felt that there was blood condensation in his throat, and said hurriedly: "It's because I can't see the mountain."

"All the banknotes are hidden in the third stone brick at the entrance. If you don't believe it, you can take a look now."

"Give it all to you, give it all to you, I just hope you don't kill me."

Song Hao pressed the unextinguished cigarette on his wound, and the heart-piercing burning made Porter tremble uncontrollably.

Facing the request of a ripper demon, there was no trace of mercy in his eyes.

So under the dim light of the cellar, someone's tendons were cut off one by one, and his life was completely finished.

"Since there is no God in the world, then I, the God of Death, will speak for the souls of the dead."

"And you should feel lucky that my punishment is light compared to the innocent people you killed."

Having said that, Song Hao, who had dealt with the danger, walked to the so-called third stone brick and gently removed it.

Sure enough, there was a rusty iron box hidden inside. It seemed that this guy finally told the truth.

After all, some people are born to be mean-spirited, and they won’t let go until they have to suffer some physical pain.

Song Hao blew off the dust on the surface of the iron box and found that there were more than two hundred dollars scattered inside, plus some expensive pearl jewelry.

According to preliminary estimates, the overall value should be around five hundred US dollars, which is barely a huge gain.

After all, this is the wealth accumulated by someone who brutally killed more than fifty people...

He looked back at the dying Ripper Potter: "Forget it, just think of it as my reward for avenging you."
Chapter completed!