Dim yellow lights sway in the small black room in the backyard of Hellfire.

Xiao Feng sat on the chair, staring at the sniper kneeling in front of him. Beside him was a sniper rifle, and the model was indeed the M1500 large-caliber sniper step.

"Tell me, who sent you to kill me?" Xiao Feng lit a cigarette and asked faintly.

The sniper was stammering his neck and stared at Xiao Feng fiercely.

"Pretending to be tough in front of me? Haha, I can tell you that there are not a hundred or eighty-year-old tough guys who die in my hands." Xiao Feng stood up slowly and a mouthful of smoke squirted on the sniper's face.

The sniper still stared at Xiao Feng and didn't say anything. It seemed that he was planning to be tough.

Xiao Feng glanced at the sniper, found a business card, took out his cell phone, and dialed the number: "Hey, Sadako, it's me, Brother Xiao. You didn't work part-time outside, right? Haha, come here to do me a favor, Hellfire. Well, it's not a part-time job, come here to help me translate Japanese, okay, I'll wait for you." After that, he hung up the phone.

Xiao Feng noticed that when he said 'translation of Japanese', the sniper's eyebrows thumped, and it seemed that this kid was indeed Japanese!

"Tough guy, you are Japanese, aren't you? Haha, I know, you can understand what I said." After saying that, he squatted down and grabbed the sniper's chin with his right hand, making his mouth open, and a denture came out of his mouth.

When Xiao Feng's eyes fell on the dentures in his hand, his face changed: "Potassium cyanide, Japanese deceased soldiers!" Sure enough, all his guesses were confirmed.

Potassium cyanide is a highly toxic drug. It can release toxicity by blood and wounds, and instantly kill people! He has seen this Japanese man with potassium cyanide in his mouth in Tokyo, Japan, and he will become a dead soldier if he fails!

"It seems that Saburo Watanabe has indeed come to Jiuquan! Damn, I followed him as a monkey!" Xiao Feng was sure that the one who sent the dead soldiers to kill him was Saburo Watanabe. But how did Saburo Watanabe know that he was also in Jiuquan? Could it be...?!

When the sniper saw that the poison was taken away, his face changed and he struggled violently: "Baga, return it to me (Sun)!"

Xiao Feng sneered, returned to the chair, no longer cared about the sniper, but looked at the dentures in his hand.

"What's this? Why did you get rid of his dentures?" Zhang Yu was a little curious and reached out to touch him.

Xiao Feng slapped Zhang Yu's hand off and said seriously: "Don't touch this thing, it's very poisonous! This thing is going to die if you see blood. Are you looking for death?"

When Zhang Yu heard this, he burst into cold sweat: "Ah? I'm sorry, why does this kid put this poisonous thing in his mouth?"

"He is a dead soldier trained by some Japanese forces. With the mentality of becoming a good person if he fails, he will bite his tongue and commit suicide by poisoning when he is arrested or questioned." Xiao Feng gently lowered the dentures in his hand and explained.

Zhang Yu looked at the denture and felt a little scared: "Then why didn't he commit suicide just now?"

Xiao Feng smiled: "Because he still holds the idea of ​​dying with me, how could he be willing to die?" As he spoke, the murderous intent in his eyes flashed away.

When the sniper heard Xiao Feng's words, his face changed again and did not dare to have any extravagant expectations. He suddenly struggled to stand up and was about to hit Xiao Feng.

The demon sword standing next to Xiao Feng took a step forward, stretched out his right hand, grabbed the sniper's neck, and smashed it hard to the ground.

"If it weren't for your usefulness, you're dead now!" A mocking smile appeared on the slightly weird face.

The flame woman patted the demon knife on the shoulder and smiled charmingly, "Let me do it." After that, she walked to the sniper's side and squatted down. Her two weak hands pressed on the sniper's chin, moved gently, and removed his chin first to prevent him from biting his tongue and committing suicide.

Then, he pressed his hands on his arms and thighs, and removed all the joints to him, causing him to fall to the ground and no longer move.

Looking at the sniper who fell to the ground and screamed, Zhang Yu wiped his cold sweat and thought to himself that he was so cruel. "Brother Feng, who is this woman?" He lay in Xiao Feng's ear and asked in a low voice.

Xiao Feng suddenly remembered that he had not introduced the demon sword to Zhang Yu yet, so he hurriedly gave a brief introduction to both parties.

Zhang Yu patted the demon knife on the shoulder, and after a few words of politeness, he looked at the flame girl, opened his arms, and hugged her: "Girl, you are good at it. If you encounter something in Jiuquan in the future, you can report my name at any time. Everyone outside has to give me Yu a little less face."

"Boy, seeing that you are Brother Feng, I warn you, don't hug me casually, otherwise I will be unhappy." The flame woman said with a cold face.

Zhang Yu was stunned and asked dissatisfiedly: "What would happen if I hugged Brother Feng for his sake? Also, what would happen if you were unhappy?"

"Then you have to become a eunuch this time, do you believe it? I'm not happy, but I will kill people, little brother." After the flame girl said that, she cast a charming look at Zhang Yu and looked down.

Zhang Yu looked down with the gaze of the flamenco. After seeing this, he couldn't help but feel scared and sweat broke out on his forehead, and he smiled: "Hey, sister, I'm having fun with you. From now on, I'll be bullied in Jiuquan. I'll report your name and I'll ask you for help, okay?"

Zhang Yu, who was still arrogant just now, was instantly timid. There was no way. I guess anyone who was wearing a sharp dagger in his crotch would be timid.

"Well, little brother, be good, if you have something to do, please come to sister. I'll give you a 20% discount." After that, the flame girl put away her dagger and said with a charming smile.

Xiao Feng smiled and turned to look at the Demon Knife: "Demon Knife, are you not planning to marry the Flame Girl?"

A bitter smile appeared on the demon sword's face and coughed hard: "Uh, I don't have this plan yet."

The flame girl curled her lips: "I don't know who proposed on the beach, so I didn't agree to come."

Zhang Yu looked embarrassed and fucked her. This was a married woman! It was so inappropriate to be teased by someone else just now. "Oh, buddy, I'm so sorry, haha."

The demon knife shook his head and smiled, saying that it was nothing.

"Bang." A knock on the door sounded, and Xiaodao walked in from outside with Sadao: "Brother Feng, the person has arrived."

Xiao Feng stood up and smiled at Sadako: "Sadako, I'll bother you this time."

Sadako nodded, glanced at the sniper who was twitching on the ground, and looked at Xiao Feng with a look of distortion: "Haha, Brother Xiao, what do I need to translate for you?"

"It's okay to translate his words, right?" Xiao Feng pointed to the sniper: "The process may be a little bloody."

Sadako smiled indifferently: "Don't worry, I will be a dedicated translator."

Xiao Feng suppressed the surprise in his heart and nodded: "Then let's start. Demon Knife, give you a task, pry open his mouth and let him say everything I want to know. Is there any problem?"

The demon knife gently stroked the Epiphyllum on his face, and shook his head with a smile: "I won't let you down." After that, he walked towards the sniper.

"Before execution, in terms of humanitarianism, I would like to ask, are you going to say it after you have suffered a crime? Or do you say everything you know now?" The demon sword squatted in front of the sniper, stretched out his slender and fair hand, and grabbed the sniper's hair.

"Baga, die, die!" The sniper cursed, opened his mouth and spitted on the demon sword's face.

The demon knife tilted his head and avoided it, patted the sniper's face: "Very good, haha, let's have something fun next."

Sadako's translator is very conscientious. "Brother Xiao, he just said, bastard, die!"

"..." Everyone in the house was speechless. This sentence is performed every day in anti-Japanese TV series, and they know what it means without translation.

"Uh, Sadako, we understand this without translation." Xiao Feng smiled reluctantly and said.

Sadako nodded, stopped talking, looked at the sniper seriously, preparing for translation.

At this time, the Demon Knife no longer knew where to find the silver needle for acupuncture, lifted the sniper's hand, and gently inserted it from his nails.

Zhang Yu curled his lips and disagreed: "This is nothing, it's an old routine, it's not satisfying."

Yao Dao smiled: "This is just an appetizer."

Although it was an old routine, the sniper still struggled and trembled on the ground in pain. However, his limbs were removed, and he could not struggle. In a short while, his face was covered with sweat.

"It hurts? It's useless." Yao Dao curled his lips and turned his head to ask, "Who has a lighter, lend me it to you."

Zhang Yu threw the lighter in his pocket, and the demon knife played with the lighter. A ball of flame lit up and approached the sniper's fingertips.

The flames came into contact with the silver needle, and the silver needle quickly turned red and then turned black. Looking at the sniper again, he cursed loudly, and the pain was a little exhausted.

Sadako learned to be smart this time, such as "bastard, dog fucking" and even China's national scolding "grass mud horse", all of which were automatically omitted and no further translation.

"Tell me, who sent you to kill me?" Xiao Feng asked slowly.

"Baga!"

"Damn it, demon sword, keep going!" Xiao Feng sneered repeatedly. The bones of such dead soldiers were hard enough.

The demon knife curled his lips. It is hard for a good cook to cook without rice. The same is true for the movement of the slaughter. Without special tools, the effect is always imperfect. "Flame Girl, use your dagger for me."

"Don't you have a knife? Why don't you need your own?" The flame woman threw the dagger reluctantly.

The demon sword smiled: "My knife is only used to kill people!"

He picked up the dagger on the ground, picked up the sniper's hand, and smiled evilly: "I will turn your palm into a skeleton bit by bit." After that, without waiting for the sniper's reaction, the dagger turned rapidly. In less than two minutes, all the flesh on the sniper's right hand fell on the ground, blood sprayed, and when he looked at his palm, there were only bones left.

"It's the turn of your arm now. Haha." The demon knife slowly turned the dagger and slashed towards his wrist.

"I said, no, I said! (Japan)" The sniper's eyes were full of horror. He really couldn't imagine that he was cut into a skeleton with one knife.
Chapter completed!