Chapter 245
Somewhere in Kawiya, South Africa!
There are some small European-style villas scattered in a ravine.
Those villas are not big, all of them are two-story.
But in such a desolate place, it is already very rare.
This is the lair of the Blood Killing Organization.
At this time, there is no ravine here.
Deafening music, some men and women of various skin colors are twisting their bodies.
Some are smoking and drinking, some are playing poker.
There are also men and women who don't care about the people around them at all, doing men and women's things in public.
Those people look very decadent, and they don't know that there are already a group of people watching them at this time.
"Is this really the lair of the Blood Killing Organization?"
No. 8 frowned and said.
"Of course it is their lair, our information is not wrong."
No. 9 said with certainty.
"Isn't No. 1 making a fuss? Do we need more than a dozen people for such a bunch of rubbish?"
A young man said proudly.
"No. 62, although the other side is all rubbish, No. 1 is also afraid that some fish will slip through the net."
No. 9 looked at No. 62 who was speaking and reminded, "Also, No. 1 is our leader, don't question his decision."
In the wolf pack, strength is king. How dare you, a little guy with such a low number plate, question No. 1?
Are you crazy?
No. 9 did this for No. 62's sake, so that he wouldn't make a big mistake in the future.
No. 62 also knew that he had said the wrong thing, so he lowered his head and replied embarrassedly: "I know, sorry!"
No. 9 patted No. 62 on the shoulder and nodded.
No. 8 said again: "This Blood Killing Organization is a little bit famous, but I didn't expect it to be so worthless."
No. 9 said: "Who cares? Let's finish it and go home early. I don't like this place where no one lives."
No. 8 nodded and said to the headset: "Everyone pay attention and get ready to work."
After that, the three of them walked towards the houses in a swagger.
A burst of gunfire with silencers rang out, and the Blood Killing members who were on guard were directly eliminated.
Those who were still intoxicated with decadence were still unaware.
Afterwards, more than a dozen people in the wolf pack walked over in a swagger from all directions.
When someone found them, they had all turned into corpses.
When No. 8 and others came to the main building, they immediately heard bursts of women's screams.
Most of those women were just ordinary people.
However, No. 8 and other wolf pack members didn't care who they were.
Immediately, there was a one-sided massacre.
Only three leaders of the Blood Killing Organization were left.
They were kept for the time being just to get a list of all the members of the Blood Killing Organization.
It is impossible for a killer organization to have all its members in the lair.
Although not afraid, it is better to clean it up as much as possible.
"Are you the so-called Paul? What's your nickname Scalpel?"
No. 8 looked at one of the white people with disdain and asked in English.
That man was the leader of the Blood Killing Organization, nicknamed Scalpel.
It is said that he always carries nine scalpels with him, and he uses those small scalpels to perfection.
There are more than a hundred people who died under his knife, and they were all killed with one blow.
But how could Paul be a master at this time?
He was timid, that's all!
What a first-class killer who kills people like crazy?
That's it?
"Who are you?"
Paul looked at the group of people surrounding them and asked in English with fear.
"Can't you see that we are here to kill you?"
No. 8 said jokingly.
Paul looked bitter.
This...
Of course, this can be seen.
But this is not the question people asked!
No. 8 sneered and said, "How dare you send people to my Yanxia country to kill people? Who gave you the courage?"
Yanxia country?
How could Paul not understand.
He did accept an order from Yanxia country.
They are actually from Yanxia country?
The matter was exposed?
Those two bastards actually betrayed them?
They are really two wastes!
Paul remained silent, knowing that he was doomed today.
In his heart, he secretly cursed those two wastes who went to Yanxia country eight hundred times.
But the matter is done, and it is irreversible.
People like them will not think that they can avoid death by explaining a few words.
It can be seen from the ruthlessness of those people.
Those people are all ruthless and murderous.
No. 8 played with the dagger in his hand and said jokingly: "I'll give you a chance, do you want it?"
Chance?
Paul heard this,His eyes lit up. Even ants try to survive, so it is better to live if you can avoid death.
Paul asked, "What opportunity?"
No. 8 said calmly, "Aren't you good at using knives? Let me see how good you are. If you win, I will let you go."
Paul's face was filled with disbelief, and he said, "Are you really letting me go?"
He naturally didn't believe that No. 8 would let him go easily.
Where in the world would there be such a good thing?
However, this is also an opportunity!
If you can kill him, then this wave is not a loss!
If you can hold him hostage, then wouldn't it be a great opportunity to run away?
Thinking of this, a cold murderous intent flashed in Paul's eyes.
It flashed away, but No. 8 still saw it.
"Don't you want this opportunity?"
No. 8 sneered, and said that he was ready to let someone kill Paul directly.
"No, no, no, I want it, I want it!"
How dare Paul question it? Does he have any choice?
As he spoke, a scalpel suddenly appeared in his hand.
The corner of No. 8's mouth curled up.
Does this idiot really think he still has a chance?
Don't you know that I'm just bored and treat you as a toy.
No. 8 hooked his finger at Paul.
Paul's eyes turned fierce and he quickly slashed towards No. 8's neck.
However, there was still a long distance from No. 8, and the hand could no longer move.
Then, I felt a sharp pain coming from my arm.
And No. 8 actually held a broken arm in his hand.
The broken arm also held an extremely sharp scalpel.
Was that Paul's arm or what?
It was just a second, and Paul not only failed to attack, but his entire arm was cut off by No. 8 with a dagger.
"Ah!"
Paul groaned in pain and gritted his teeth to try not to make a sound.
"You're too slow."
No. 8 threw Paul's broken arm on the ground, and said with disdain, "What kind of quick knife? How can you be called a quick knife when you're so slow?"
Paul looked at the broken arm on the ground that originally belonged to him, and felt heartbroken.
He lost that arm forever.
"You didn't seize the opportunity, now, give me the complete list of your blood-killing members."
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