The fat man who was holding a cup of tea at the main seat suddenly felt uneasy.
Outside the large side hall, a handsome-looking man wearing ordinary clothes walked in. The fat man was stunned. This guy looked a bit unfamiliar. He didn’t know who he was working for. The four bodyguards behind the fat man looked at him with some vigilance.
Come here, because it can be seen from this young man's steps that he is a soldier, not an ordinary person with empty feet.
Every step taken was so powerful and brought a huge sense of oppression to the four bodyguards.
Yes, this person is Qin Hao who was eavesdropping outside just now. He decided to kill these scum first!
The guy who was scolded by the fat man before was probably a small director making a movie. Although the fat man was very awesome and his high status prevented him from speaking back, Qin Hao was a new face and a big shot in the camp. This
I recognize all the young directors, and I am sure there is absolutely no Qin Hao.
Seeing this guy come in without even saying hello, so unruly, he was immediately angry at being scolded by the fat man. He wanted to take it all out on Qin Hao, but he didn't expect that Qin Hao was infinitely scarier than that damn fat man.
Times the characters...
"Whose subordinate are you? Do you know the rules? Damn it, Baga!" After saying that, he wanted to slap Qin Hao.
For such rubbish, Qin Hao didn't want to talk nonsense with him at all. He turned around and kicked the opponent's dick. The guy's dick was hit harder than ever before, and his body was kicked more than ten meters away.
His body hit the wall hard, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. Qin Hao's kick was because he was extremely angry, so he used all his strength to kick that guy to death...
The eyelids of the four bodyguards jumped sharply, and just as they were about to take out their guns, Qin Hao flicked his coat and took out two pistols with silencers from his waist. Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!
Four perfect headshots. Before the four bodyguards could even take out their guns, they died due to the sudden appearance of blood holes between their eyebrows...
The fat man was frightened. Qin Hao put the pistol back on his waist and walked towards the fat man step by step.
Just when he was less than five meters away from the fat man, the fat man suddenly stood up and shouted: "Baga!"
While yelling, he also took out a pistol from nowhere. As for Qin Hao, his body squirmed and he was already in front of the fat man. The pistol in the fat man's hand was pressed against Qin Hao's forehead, but how could he
He couldn't pull the trigger, no matter how hard he tried.
Qin Hao's hands were like iron pliers, tightly clamping the fat man's hand. The fat man's face was sweating heavily, and his lips were trembling from time to time because of fear.
Suddenly, Qin Hao let go of his hand, and the fat man seemed to think that the opportunity had come, and pulled the trigger fiercely, but...
There was a click, but it was an empty gun. Qin Hao slowly raised his hand and looked at the unloaded pistol magazine. The fat man's face suddenly turned gray, and the strength of his body seemed to be drained instantly. He sat down.
Sitting on the chair for a long time, there was no movement, only empty eyes.
Qin Hao slapped the other person back from his daze with a harsh slap, and pointed a gun at the other person's head: "If you dare to scream again, I will kill you right now!"
This fat guy actually understands English. Otherwise, Qin Hao and this guy wouldn't be able to communicate.
"This...this master, you are my grandfather. As long as you let me go, I will honor you every month..." The fat man thought for a moment and said, "I will honor you three million!"
Qin Hao sneered, this damn fat guy is on the verge of death, and he is still trying to figure out how much he should give himself so that he will not lose. What use is there for a guy like this who only cares about money and has no human heart at all?
Qin Hao gently opened the safety, and the fat man screamed, and he peed in fear. A smell came out from the fat man's lower body. With a look of disdain on his face, Qin Hao hit the fat man hard with the handle of his gun.
on his fat head.
The fat man howled in pain, and Qin Hao pointed his gun at the guy again, and asked coldly: "Let me ask you, are you the son of your mother?"
The fat man thought for a while and nodded: "yes! yes!"
Qin Hao slapped him in the face: "Yenima, what a b*tch! Do you even have to think about this problem? Do you still have any humanity? You actually die in your hands every month just to make money from that kind of movie."
There are more than a dozen Japanese girls in the country. Damn it, isn’t your mother a woman? Can you let your mother come out and sell it too?”
To be honest, this damn fat guy is not filial at all. His mother has been mad at him for a long time. And if his mother is really young and beautiful, maybe this guy might really give up his own mother...
If Qin Hao knew that this beast had such thoughts, he would have to torture him to death, then rescue him, torture him to death, rescue him again, torture him to death again! Let him die thousands of times... Of course,
This was just what Qin Hao thought about, but in reality it was difficult to do it. If he was tortured to death, then he could only torture the corpse. Qin Hao didn't have that hobby.
The fat man burst into tears and seemed aggrieved: "This is what the headquarters asked us to do. If we don't do it, the headquarters will not let us go. Moreover, every year we have to pay a large amount of money to the headquarters. If
If the predetermined quota is not reached, the headquarters will go on a killing spree, and in the second year, the tribute quota will increase by 20%, and we have no choice but to do so..."
It is said that if a tree has no bark, it will die without a doubt, and if a man has no shame, he will be invincible. This damn fat man can actually say such a thing, killing a dozen young girls in a month, and about a hundred in a year? This is
It's just a movie, other things
Where is love? How many blood debts are there in the hands of the Ronin Mercenary Group? How many! Qin Hao really wanted to question the boss of the Ronin Mercenary Group face to face: "How many blood debts do you have in your hands?" Then, with the most painful words
Way to torture that guy to death.
Qin Hao couldn't suppress the anger in his heart, so he fired a shot at the fat man's thigh. Just as the fat man was about to scream out, Qin Hao covered the other man's mouth and put his pistol against the guy's thigh.
head on.
"No matter how painful it is, please endure it, otherwise I will shoot you!"
The fat man closed his eyes, and his big fat head was covered with sweat. He hurt! But he could only endure it. He didn't dare to scream anymore. He knew that the guy in front of him seemed to be emotionally unstable. If he screamed again, he might die.
Very miserable.
Qin Hao asked in a cold voice: "Is there an underground venue here? Tell me where the entrance is, and I will knock you unconscious, hide you, and spare your life. However, if you tell me
No, I will come back and torture you to death! Let you taste the most painful torture in the world, and let you not be able to survive or die!"
After the fat man heard this, his pupils dilated. He was obviously extremely frightened. He nodded quickly: "I'll tell you, I'll tell you, I'll tell you!"
Fatty not only told Qin Hao where the entrance was, but also gave him an identity card. With this identity card, Qin Hao was his subordinate Doihara Jiro and was qualified to enter the underground venue of the camp.
Look at the damn fat guy's name - Doihara Jiro! He really lives up to his name, and he is dressed like a country turtle. As for being fat, needless to say, two? This guy can no longer be described by just the word "two", he is simply
An idiot who is worse than a beast.
From the performance of this fat man, Qin Hao could tell that this kind of unfaithful, unfilial and ungrateful trash would never dare to lie to himself. Of course, it would be a waste of air for such a scum to stay in the world!
Qin Hao put away his identity tag, and then his gun. Doihara Jiro thought that he could survive, and he began to think in his heart, when he catches this kid, he will be tortured to death!
How could Qin Hao not guess what this trash was thinking? Of course, Qin Hao would not give this trash a chance to cause trouble for him. He didn't deserve it either!
After putting away the gun, Qin Hao slammed the opponent's head with his right hand. Doihara Jiro felt as if his Tianling Gai was pressed by a heavy object, and a huge sense of oppression came over him. Then, Qin Hao gave him a fierce blow.
With a twist, there was a crunch, and red blood flowed from the corner of Doihara Jiro's mouth, and his neck was broken. It would be a miracle if this guy is still alive.
The six corpses present were carried to a corner of the side hall, but Qin Hao did not have time to clean up some of the blood stains.
He was holding the ID tag given to him by Doihara Jiro. It was a plastic package with a piece of paper inside, with some Japanese written on it. There was also a small metal piece at the back of the piece of paper. It seemed that it had entered the ground and was still there.
You need to use an instrument to detect the authenticity of the ID tag.
Qin Hao specified the location according to Doihara Jiro, which was a small room behind the factory building in the northeast corner. A wardrobe in the room was movable, similar to a wall mechanism door in ancient China.
When Qin Hao got there, he knew that there must be surveillance equipment here, and he couldn't hide from it. Qin Hao just walked over in a swaggering way. Up to now, he is really not afraid of being discovered, because his identity has not been exposed yet.
When he arrived at the door of the house, Qin Hao knocked on the door, and an impatient voice came from inside: "Who is it?"
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