Because of the rapid disappearance of his vitality, Ramos, who was in the midst of a comeback, was able to escape the shackles of the immobilization spell.
However, even so, there is no possibility for him to continue.
His throat was cut, but he still stretched out a trembling hand, pointed at Isabella, and said in a vague tone: "King Fei Lie will definitely kill you to avenge me."
The beautiful instructor smiled coldly: "Maybe, but you will definitely not see that day. You should feel honored, because you are the first vampire to die in my hands."
Ramos' head tilted and he died.
"Shasha, I think it's better for us to be more cautious." Qin Feng suggested.
"What do you mean by caution?" The beautiful instructor didn't quite understand.
He did not explain anything, but showed everything with practical actions. He took out an armor-breaking bomb equipped with a remote-controlled fuse and placed it under the dead body.
When an armor-piercing projectile explodes, it can produce a high-temperature metal jet that can burn a big hole in even thick tank armor, let alone a human body.
The beautiful instructor gave a thumbs up and said: "It is indeed a prudent approach, but only high-level vampires have the ability to be reborn, and they have to go through a complicated process, so your approach is somewhat unnecessary."
"Hey, there's nothing wrong with being careful." He took out the remote control and said, "If this guy is still here, I'm not afraid that he will haunt me, because I didn't kill him."
Isabella's pretty face darkened: "You mean, his evil spirit will definitely haunt me, right?"
Young Master Qin said with a sneer: "That's absolutely not what he meant. I'm worried that his wronged soul will find his master. In this case, wouldn't we be exposed?"
Regarding his fallacy, the beautiful instructor said it was a big deal.
The two flew high into the sky. As the red button was pressed, the armor-piercing bomb exploded. Ramos' body was blown into countless pieces and then burned to ashes by the high temperature.
The two flew to the pyramid with a tacit understanding, and the next task was to interrogate.
When the old man flew out of the small tripod, the effect of the immobilizing spell was still there. Young Master Qin tied him to a chair and poured a basin of cold water over him.
This approach is not to end the immobilization spell, but to represent the beginning of the interrogation.
Isabella was sitting not far away, playing with a dagger in her hand, looking very leisurely.
Young Master Qin walked over, grabbed the old man's hair, and said with a smile: "Old guy, I know you can hear it, so listen carefully to me. As long as you can give me a satisfactory answer, I will consider letting you go." There is a way out. Of course, you can also choose not to cooperate. I have a thousand ways to make you talk, but you may suffer a little."
The old man was extremely frightened. In his impression, Ramos was almost invincible. No one was his opponent except his master, King Ferret.
But now, from the leisurely expressions of the two people, it is easy to see that Ramos must be in trouble.
As time passed, his body gradually regained consciousness, and Qin Feng captured this subtle change in time.
"Then make a statement." He hummed.
The old man was breathing rapidly. He had lost control of his body for such a long time and then suddenly recovered, which made him very uncomfortable.
"What do you want to know?" he gasped.
Young Master Qin smiled: "The first question is, your name and responsibilities. I hope you choose to cooperate, so that everyone can get what they need, right?"
The so-called "each one gets what he needs" means that Qin Feng gets the corresponding information and the old man gets the chance to survive. We are all smart people. Some things need not be said too clearly.
"My name is Weeks, and I am sixty-eight years old." The old man replied, and then said: "As for my responsibilities, you should be very clear. I am the person in charge of the Death Angel, and this is our headquarters. The content includes accepting tasks and assigning tasks.”
"Who is responsible for training killers?" Young Master Qin asked again.
Weeks shook his head and said: "I don't know anything about things that are not my responsibility, and my organization does not have any form of interaction with the executive staff. I only heard from some people that the Death Angel's training ground has dozens of people. There are so many of them, distributed all over the world, and I don’t even know their specific locations.”
Qin Feng expressed his disappointment. As a senior leader of an organization, how could he not know this? Even if it is a secret, is it still considered a secret to those who have access to it?
Obviously, the old man does not intend to cooperate 100% and is still taking chances.
"Well, I don't care about those training grounds anyway, and I don't have the experience to destroy them one by one." He shrugged and asked, "Who is the King Ferret that Ramos mentioned."
Willers was shocked, but pretended to be calm: "He is our top leader. He never comes out to give advice on the organization's affairs. Every time we communicate, we use satellite phones..."
"Don't talk about those useless things. This King Fei Lie is a vampire, right?" Qin Feng sneered and interrupted him, saying: "Old guy, I know far more than you think, so I advise you to better Be more knowledgeable and there is absolutely no chance of you getting through this. At the same time, I also want to warn you that the only result of playing tricks on me is to reduce your chances of survival."
Weeks broke out in a cold sweat. He originally thought that his opponent was a young man and would be easier to fool, but he didn't expect that he would be discovered at the beginning.
Qin Feng continued: "Don't forget, I am also a killer. I know all the ways there are."
Weeks shook his head: "I didn't lie, I promise."
"Okay, I believe you for the time being." Qin Feng asked again: "What is the relationship between Death Island and the Angel of Death? Please think about it before you answer."
Next to me, Isabella pricked up her ears involuntarily. She was the first person to suspect that the Island of Death was related to the Angel of Death, and she eagerly wanted to know the answer.
The old man frowned and said seriously: "These are two organizations that have nothing to do with each other. Why do you ask..."
"It doesn't matter what you say." He slapped her away.
Snap...
With the crisp slap, the old man's two teeth flew out along with a mouthful of blood.
Bang...
Then there was another kick, knocking him and the chair to the ground. It was extremely miserable.
Qin Feng scolded: "Old guy, don't think that because you are old, I won't dare to beat you. If you say that the two organizations don't matter, just say it."
Weeks shouted: "They really don't matter, not at all."
Whoosh…
Two flying knives pierced his palms and penetrated deeply into the ground.
He let out a shrill scream, but Young Master Qin obviously felt that it was not enough, so he took out two more throwing knives.