The Strongest Arms Dealer Chapter 91

Bernard sat in the car with his eyes closed, thinking about the next plan to nibble.

He is more like a Jew in his bones, with a pathological yearning for money and benefits. For him, there are no small tricks, only losers and winners, and Tang Dao is doomed to fail!

squeak…

Suddenly, a piercing sound cut through the sky.

Before Bernard could figure it out, the bearded driver with sunglasses opened his mouth wide, "RPG! RPG!"

After he shouted, he turned the steering wheel violently to the left, almost avoiding the bazooka, but the Audi car behind him was not so lucky. Explosion, the violent shock wave blew up the body weighing more than one ton in half, and the flames burned instantly, without even a scream.

The four bodyguards inside died instantly!

Bernard stared wide-eyed, covered in cold sweat, looked back, and shrank back in fright.

"There is a roadblock ahead!" The bodyguard on the co-pilot's seat pulled the handle and shouted in the same voice. The driver gritted his teeth and stepped up the accelerator. He knew that he was being attacked. If he stopped, he would have no choice but to die.

Can only bite the bullet and hit the roadblock.

But... obviously bad luck.

As soon as the front of the car hit it, there was a loud noise, the front of the car was blown apart, and the tires of the car rolled mischievously on the ground for a few laps before falling heavily to the ground.

There's a landmine in this place.

At this time, the closed houses around were opened, and a group of gangsters armed with various weapons rushed out from the inside. They didn't even have any formal clothes, and they were sparse and casual. , A group of people screamed and went to find the corpse.

Drag out the bodyguard's corpse, take off the sunglass subordinates, and take off the bombed-out suit, as long as they are usable.

Bernard was gasping for breath, blood dripped down his forehead and got into the crevices of his eyes. He tried hard to open his eyes, but found it very difficult, and he couldn't even move his neck.

"Mr. Bernard?" Just as he was about to "sleep" in a daze, he was pulled back by a well-spoken English. He only saw a pair of leather shoes and the butterflies painted on the socks.

"It's pathetic, you're like a dog now."

Robert clicked his tongue twice, raised his foot, and stepped on the side of the other person's face, "My boss asked me to greet your father, and he asked me to take you as a guest. Do you like this way of greeting?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he shook his hand, and Bernard didn't know where the strength came from, he roared and screamed.

I saw a military thorn sticking out of my shoulder.

"Don't fall asleep, set an alarm clock for you." Robert snapped his fingers, stood up straight, put his pockets in, "Take it away."

Two employees behind him stepped forward and pulled Bernard up by his hair. They dragged him to a pickup truck and threw him back. The pain in his body made him pass out.

"Boss, is he going to die?" an employee asked, looking back at the still Bernard.

"If you die, you will die. We didn't do it. This... was killed by General Aidid's men, right?" Robert crossed his legs and took out a piece of Swiss candy from his pocket. He liked the taste .

The two employees looked at each other, and cleverly closed their mouths without chewing.

Bernard's eyelids trembled slightly, and a drop of sweat mixed with red liquid slipped down his temples, and finally penetrated into his lips. The chapped lips were moistened like a wasteland, with a little blood color, and he opened his eyes tiredly and slowly, a glare of light was like After finding where he belonged, he rushed in quickly, his whole body was shaken by the stabbing, he glanced to the side, and let out a soft hum.

"You're finally awake." Someone suddenly spoke in New York-style English.

Bernard squinted his eyes, and slowly opened them after he got used to it. His eyes were bloodshot, and they gradually became clear after being blurred.

Tang Dao is sitting at a table with Western-style steaks on it. The person opposite is still empty. Several employees are standing at the back, straddling the steak. He cuts the steak with a knife and fork, and the blood inside is entangled , he likes to eat medium rare, the smell of blood lingers in his mouth, it is particularly flavorful and chewy.

Bernard finally discovered his current situation.

His hands were tied, he was hung by a rope, and there was an iron stool under his feet. There was still a smell of diesel in the air.

"N... Nicholas? You want to kill me!" His words sounded like nonsense, and the weak ones had no strength.

"I don't like people wronging me the most. I saw a group of bandits chasing and killing you. My men saved you, that's all. But it seems that your memory is not very good, Robert, helper Think about it, Mr. Nader."

Robert responded, and walked towards the other party. The footsteps of the leather shoes stepped on the ground, pedaling, death is not suffering, the suffering is waiting for death, just like now, Bernard is terrified and wants to struggle, But this is more like a game, killing pigs!

The former walked up to him, took out a box of fire colors, and said with a gentle expression, "Sir, I promise, you will absolutely like it."

thorn...

The match was flying towards the iron stool with flames. Because of the angle, Bernard didn't see the firewood below. The top was already filled with diesel oil, and when it encountered the fire, it burned instantly.

The iron absorbs heat very quickly. The Swiss felt that the soles of his feet were scratching and hurting. He lifted his feet screaming, but the rope on the top was tightened, causing pain in his armpits, and his whole hand was like It looked like it was about to be torn off, but when he put his foot down, it hurt again, as if he was dancing on it.

"Put some music on Elvis Presley's Can'tHelpFallinginLove"

The employee walked over and took out the video tape and put it into the tape recorder. With a light press, the voice of Elvis Presley slowly rotated in the room.

Wisemensay, onlyfools rushin

A wise man says that only fools are addicted to love

But I can't help, falling in love with you

But falling in love with you is something I can't help

Shall I stay, would it be asin?

If this is a crime ~www.mtlnovel.com~ should I stop here?

This is a re-creation based on the art song "d'amour (Praise of Love written by the German composer Jean Paul Martini in the 18th century. With his body bent, he hummed along.

It used to be at a Stanford school party.

He likes to listen to this song, and then dances with his female classmates with a blushing face.

And Bernard is obviously also very talented in music. Every time he screams and stomps, he steps on the beat, which is very talented.

After the song ended, Tang Dao also put down the knife and fork, took off the napkin on his chest, wiped the corners of his mouth, and stood up. Naturally, an employee behind him would step forward and pull the stool away.

"Do you remember, Mr. Bernard?" He asked with a smile, "This is called teppanyaki in other places. You probably haven't seen it before. It's also the first time I've seen a living being burnt."

"Fa... Fake squid!"

For this greeting, Tang Dao didn't care at all, and patted the other person's face, "I just admire you for being so stubborn, and give him more food."

Osborn came up to pull his feet up, spread chili oil on the stool, and with a smirk on his face, he put his finger in his mouth and took a sip. His lips were numb from the hotness.

The soles of Bernard's feet were already torn, and this one was covered in pepper!

He himself obviously knew that when Osborn let go, he was suspended in mid-air, and he couldn't help roaring out from the tearing pain.

"Bastard, what are you doing!"

"Me? I like watching theater the most, and you will perform next." Tang Dao clapped his hands and looked back at the employees, "Come and let us applaud and welcome."

Special skill: Floating over the fire on the iron plate.

Chapter end