In the small dark room in the backyard of the Hellfire, dim yellow lights flickered.

Xiao Feng sits on the chair, staring at the sniper kneeling in front of him. Beside him was a sniper gun, and the model was indeed m1500 large caliber sniper rifle.

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

The sniper sticks his neck and glares at Xiao Feng fiercely.

"Pretend to be a tough guy in front of me? Hehe, I can tell you that there are 80 tough guys who died in my hands, even if there are not 100." Xiao Feng slowly stood up, and a puff of smoke sprayed on the sniper's face.

The sniper still stared at Xiao Feng and didn't say anything. It seemed that he intended to fight to the end.

Xiao Feng glanced at the sniper, found out a business card, took out his mobile phone, and dialed the number: "Hello, Sadako, it's me, brother Xiao. You don't work outside as a part-time job? Hehe, come and help me, hellfire. Well, it's not a part-time job. Come and help me translate Japanese. OK, I'll wait for you." Then I hung up.

Xiao Feng noticed that when he said "translate Japanese," the sniper's eyebrow jumped. It seems that this guy is really Japanese!

"Tough guy, you're Japanese, aren't you? Hehe, I also know. You can understand what I said." With that, he squatted down and grabbed the sniper's chin with his right hand. He opened his mouth and pulled out a false tooth from his mouth.

When Xiao Feng's eyes fell on his dentures, his face changed: "potassium cyanide, Japanese dead!" Sure enough, all my guesses were confirmed.

Potassium cyanide is a highly toxic drug. It can release toxicity when it is stained with blood and wound, and instantly kill people! This Japanese with potassium cyanide in his mouth, he had seen in Tokyo, Japan, were all people who died without success!

"It seems that Sanlang Watanabe has indeed come to Jiuquan! Damn it, I'm playing with him as a monkey!" Xiao Feng has already determined that it is Watanabe Sanlang who sent the dead man to kill himself. But how did Watanabe know that he was also in Jiuquan? Is it difficult?!

When the sniper saw that the poison had been taken away, his face changed and he struggled violently: "baga, return my (Japanese)!"

Xiao Feng sneers and returns to his chair. Instead of paying attention to the sniper, he looks at the false teeth in his hand.

"What is this? How did you get his false teeth down?" Zhang Yu was curious and reached for it.

Xiao Feng slapped Zhang Yu's hand and said solemnly, "don't touch this thing, it's poisonous! You'll die if you play with it. Are you looking for death?"

When Zhang Yu heard this, he broke out in a cold sweat: "ah? I'll wipe it. Why does this boy put this poison in his mouth?"

"He is a martyr trained by some Japanese forces. He has the mentality of becoming benevolent if he fails. When he is arrested or interrogated, he will bite his tongue and poison himself." Xiao Feng gently put down his false teeth and explained.

Zhang Yu looked at the false tooth and felt some lingering fear: "why didn't he commit suicide just now?"

Xiao Feng smiled and said, "because he still holds the idea of dying with me, how can he be willing to die?" As he spoke, his eyes flashed away.

When the sniper heard Xiao Feng's words, his face changed again. He dared not have any more extravagant hopes. He suddenly struggled to stand up and was ready to hit Xiao Feng.

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

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

The flame lady patted the shoulder of the demon knife and said with a smile: "let me come." After that, he went to the sniper and squatted down. Two hands, weak as bones, pressed the sniper's chin and moved gently to remove his chin first to prevent him from biting his tongue and committing suicide.

Immediately, his hands were pressed on his arms and thighs, and the joints were removed one after another, so that he fell to the ground and could not move any more.

Looking at the sniper who fell on the ground and screamed, Zhang Yu wiped a cold sweat and said in secret that he was so cruel. "Brother Feng, who is this woman?" Lying in Xiao Feng's ear, he asked in a low voice.

Xiao Feng suddenly remembered that he hadn't introduced the two people to Zhang Yu. He was busy introducing them briefly.

Zhang Yu patted the demon knife on the shoulder, casually politely said a few words, looked at the flame girl, opened his arms, and hugged her: "sister, you are good at martial arts. When you encounter something in Jiuquan in the future, please tell me your name at any time. Everyone outside will give me a little face."

"Boy, for the sake of brother Feng, I warn you not to hug me casually, or I will be unhappy." The flame woman said with a cold face.

Zhang Yu was stunned and asked unconvinced, "if it wasn't for brother Feng's sake, what would happen if I hugged him? And what would happen if you were not happy?"

"Then you'll have to become a eunuch this time, believe it? I'm not happy, but I can kill people, little brother." With that, the flaming woman threw a wink at Zhang Yu and looked down.

Zhang Yu looked down at the flame girl's eyes. When he saw it, he could not help but feel cold sweat on his forehead. He smiled: "Hey, sister, I played with you. Later I was bullied in Jiuquan. I'll give you your name and I'll ask you for help, OK?"

Just now, Zhang Yu, who was still arrogant, suddenly counseled. There is no way. It's estimated that anyone who has a sharp dagger on his crotch will have to counseled.

"Well, little brother, be good. Come to me if you need anything. I'll give you a 20% discount." After that, the flame woman put away the dagger and said with a smile.

Xiao Feng smiled and turned to look at the magic knife: "magic knife, you don't plan to marry the flame lady?"

A wry smile appeared on the face of the demon knife, and he coughed forcefully: "well, I haven't planned this for the time being."

"I don't know who proposed on the beach, but I didn't promise," said the flaming woman

Zhang Yu's face is embarrassed. He's a married woman! Just now, I was still playing with someone else. It's really inappropriate. "Oh, man, I'm really sorry. Hehe."

The demon knife shook his head and smiled, indicating nothing.

"Pa." The knock on the door rang, and Xiaodao came in with Zhenzi from the outside: "brother Feng, the man is here."

Xiao Feng stood up and smiled at Zhen Zi: "Zhen Zi, I'll trouble you this time."

Zhenzi nodded, glanced at the sniper who was convulsing on the ground, and looked at Xiao Feng with the same look: "ha ha, brother Xiao, what do you need me to translate for you?"

"Is it all right to translate his words?" Xiao Feng pointed to the Sniper: "maybe the process will be bloody."

Sadako smiled innocently: "don't worry, I will be a dutiful translator."

Xiao Feng pressed down his surprise and nodded: "let's start. Demon sword, I'll give you a task to pry his mouth open and let him tell me everything I want to know. Is there any problem?"

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

"Before the execution, in the spirit of humanitarianism, I want to ask you, are you going to say it after you have suffered the crime? Or do you want to say everything you know now?" The magic knife crouched in front of the sniper, stretched out its long white hand and grabbed the sniper's hair.

"Baga, dead, dead!" The sniper cursed and spat on the face of the demon knife.

The monster knife ducked and patted the sniper's face: "very good, ha ha. Next we'll have some fun."

Sadako, the translator, is very dutiful. "Brother Xiao, he said just now, bastard, die!"

All the people in the house were speechless. This sentence was played every day in the Anti Japanese TV drama, and you can know what it means without translation.

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

Sadako nodded, stopped talking, looked at the sniper carefully and prepared to translate.

At this time, the magic knife did not know where to touch the silver needle for acupuncture, raised the sniper's hand, and gently inserted it from the nail.

Zhang Yu pursed his lips and said, "it's nothing. It's an old routine. It's not enjoyable."

The demon knife smiled and said, "this is just an appetizer."

Although it was an old routine, the sniper still struggled and trembled in pain. However, all the limbs were unloaded. How could I struggle? After a while, my face was covered with sweat.

"Does it hurt? It's useless." "Who has a lighter? Let me use it," said the demon knife, turning its head

Zhang Yu threw the lighter in his pocket. The magic knife played with the lighter. A flame lit up and approached the sniper's fingertip.

When the fire comes into contact with the silver needle, the silver needle quickly turns red and then turns black. Looking at the sniper again, he yelled and cursed loudly. He was exhausted with pain.

Chaste son has learned to be clever this time. Everything like "bastard", "dog" and even the Chinese national curse "Grass Mud Horse" has been automatically omitted and no longer translated.

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

"Baga!"

"Wipe, demon knife, continue!" Xiao Feng sneered. The bones of such dead men are hard enough.

It is difficult for a skillful woman to make bricks without rice. The same is true of torture. Without special tools, the effect is always imperfect. "Flame lady, give me your dagger."

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

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

Pick up the dagger on the ground, pick up the sniper's hand, and smile: "I will turn your palm into a skeleton bit by bit." After that, without waiting for the sniper's reaction, the dagger was rapidly rotating. In less than two minutes, the flesh on the sniper's right hand was all on the ground, and the blood was spraying. Looking at his palm, only bones were left.

"Now it's the arm's turn. Hehe." The demon knife slowly turns the dagger and cuts toward the wrist.

"I said, no, I said! (Japanese)" the sniper's eyes were full of fear. He could not imagine that he was cut into a skeleton with a knife.

Xiao Feng nodded: "tell me, who sent you to kill me?" Sadako quickly translated the words.