Chapter 7: Killing

Less than ten seconds later, the door was knocked open again, and Qian Sanhai stood at the door with a poor young man on his shoulder.

"This is my guide." Qian Sanhai threw the fat man at the young man, "It's really heavy, but it's lighter than a gas tank. You don't know that I deliver gas cans in Hangzhou. Sometimes I have to carry gas cans to more than ten floors. I'm so tired.

Meng Fan looked down at the poor guy and saw that he foamed at the mouth and almost fainted.

"It should be all right." Qian Sanhai bent down and patted the young guide's face. "Just now, I heard that you were at the Big Sunairong Hotel and ran away with the guide. You have to ask him to show me the way. But I didn't expect him to be in such poor health. He fell down as soon as he arrived at the door of the hotel. He really had to exercise well.

Meng Fan was speechless, just two minutes. Sanhai found the Big Japan Air Hotel from the travel agency. How can ordinary people stand such a speed?

Qian Sanhai was busy with watering and patting his face for a long time. The tour guide finally woke up in a daze. As soon as he saw Qian Sanhai's face, he immediately screamed. If it hadn't been for Qian Sanhai's timely cover, he would have had to recruit the hotel waiter.

"Brother, please don't kill me. I didn't see anything and won't say anything..." The young guide collapsed to the ground with tears.

"Ah, don't be afraid, I have to thank you, thank you." Qian Sanhai helped the tour guide up and deducted it in his pocket for a long time. Finally, he found hundreds of yen of change and stuffed it into the tour guide's pocket and said, "This is a tip. You can wash your face and cheer up. You can go back to the travel agency, but the distance is a little far. You'd better take a taxi."

I can't even afford a bowl of ramen for hundreds of yen. This boy actually asked someone to take a taxi, which is really speechless. Meng Fan shook his head helplessly, found a thousand dollars, stuffed it into the hands of the young tour guide, and then made a 'please' gesture.

The tour guide was stunned and immediately ran out like a crawl.

"Hey." Qian Sanhai scratched his head and smiled shyly, "Why are you giving so many thousand dollars? This money is deducted from my salary."

Meng Fan waved his hand helplessly, while Li He and the three laughed.

Meng Fan found a gold card and handed it to Qian Sanhai. This gold card is one of the 30 gold cards that Meng Fan asked Qin Wanshan to apply for at the Swiss Bank before leaving Macao. Su Qian, Li He and Michelle have it.

"This is--" Qian Sanhai swallowed his saliva, looking forward to it and didn't dare to answer it.

"Take it." Meng Fan laughed, "My companions each have one ticket, with a start-up capital of 5 million yuan, and 100 million yuan will be remitted through automatic transfer at the end of the month as an expense for ordinary shopping and living."

"Immortals!" Qian Sanhai gave Meng Fan a warm hug, "You are my god. I didn't expect that I, a gas tanker, could become a billionaire one day. Hahaha, I will send money to my family tomorrow, buy toys for my son, and buy the transformer that I couldn't afford last time.

Meng Fan's heart was a little sad. He never thought that Qian Sanhai was actually a poor gas worker, at the bottom of society and couldn't even afford his son's toys.

"Captain." Li He said, "In this case, we have another companion."

"Hey." Qian Sanhai began to chatter again, "So you all call Meng Fan as the captain, so I'll call it that too. The word companion is quite beautiful. I have a friend. I don't know if he is a companion. This time I came to Japan, he helped a lot..."

Meng Fan quickly interrupted Qian Sanhai and said, "If I'm right, your ability should be related to speed, right?"

"Ah, yes!" Qian Sanhai's figure shook and flashed a shadow in the air, refracting in the room like a black light. After two seconds, he finally stopped in front of Meng Fan and said, "My speed is very fast. It should be two or three hundred meters per second."

'Wow--' The strong wind driven by Qian Sanhai's body came to his face and blew away Meng Fan's hair. Meng Fan was stunned, two or three hundred meters per second. What is this concept?

"However, I haven't tried the limit." Qian Sanhai added another sentence.

Meng Fan was even more surprised. Looking at Su Qian and others, he also looked stunned.

It seems that the name of the wind is worthy of Qian Sanhai.

"Captain." Qian Sanhai laughed again, "You hired me, and my ability is also yours. I can use it whatever you want."

Meng Fan nodded and asked with a smile, "Can I use it any way?"

"Yes, I can't get such a high salary for nothing."

"What about killing people?"

Qian Sanhai's smile gradually restrained, and he was silent for a while and said, "To be honest, I was ready to kill before I came. Captain, you are different from ordinary people, and your goal will definitely not be the same as ordinary people."

"Real?" Meng Fan smiled bitterly, "But who would be willing to stain his hands with blood?"

After saying that, Meng Fan told Qian Sanhai about the disappearance of the great power in Japan and the mysterious ghosts. Of course, it also included the plan to make the ghosts appear through killing.

"It turned out to be for companions." Qian Sanhai seemed to understand. He said firmly, "Don't worry, captain, isn't it just killing a few little Japanese? I can do it!"

"Okay, let's go to bed early today, starting tomorrow, until the ghost appears, 500 people a day." Meng Fan said with a smile.

Several people dispersed and went back to their rooms to rest. It happened that Li He's room now had an empty bed, which was temporarily replaced by Qian Sanhai.

Only Su Qian and Meng Fan were left in the room. They turned off the lights. Su Qian snuggled up in Meng Fan's arms and said softly, "Meng Fan, don't worry, the big country will be fine."

Meng Fan nodded heavily and said in a low voice, "Cian'er, you're right. That boy has a big life and will never die. Definitely, I can't die!"

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At 10 a.m. the next morning, it was sunny and cloudless, Osaka, Japan, Chengdong Knife Store.

There are many pedestrians, and the people passing by on the road at the door of the store are still in a hurry.

Two figures hurried to the door of the knife shop from not far away. One of them was short and fat, with pimples on his face and his face was uneven. Another Japanese student dressed up with yellow hair, like a street gangster.

"Captain." The yellow-haired young man dressed as a student said with a bitter face, "This industry and skin are not comfortable at all. Let's finish it quickly and let Su Qian change me back."

"Don't call me captain!" The short fat man hummed, "Call me Boss Li. Didn't I tell you this morning?"

"Oh, I know, Boss Li."

These two were originally Meng Fan and Qian Sanhai. After the transformation of a pair of beautiful hands by Su Qian, a beautician, they became completely different and became like this.

This is intentional for Meng Fan to do so. First, he can not reveal his whereabouts, so that the Osaka police can't detect it. Second, he will not have any worries in his heart, and give the ghost forces behind Japan a sense of mystery, so as to induce them to gather in Osaka faster.

The owner of this knife shop is in his fifties and a little bald. When he saw a visitor, he hurriedly saluted and said.

Meng Fan couldn't understand, so he had to smile and say, "Hello, boss."

"Oh, Chinese people." The respect on the boss's face disappeared, changed into a contemptuous color, returned to the counter, and ignored Meng Fan at all.

Meng Fan nodded and smiled again and walked out of the store.

"What bad luck! China..." Before the word 'pig' was said, the voice of the bald boss stopped abruptly, and a slender wound on his neck was highlighted. He covered his neck to death, but to no avail. A large amount of blood gushed out, like a bloody fountain, one meter high and sprinkled down in the air.

There is only the last memory left in his mind. In his last image of the world, the knives in the store seemed to have wings and gathered into a big snake, slowly flowing out of the door.

"Hey, Sanhai, do you think this knife is suitable for you?" Meng Fan grabbed it in the air, held a Japanese samurai sword suspended beside him, handed it to Qian Sanhai and said, "It's better to use a knife to match your speed."

This knife is three feet long, and a golden five-clawed golden dragon is carved on its dark scabbard. Qian Sanhai took the knife and held the handle. With a sound, the blade came out of the sheath, driving a dazzling silver light.

"Okay, that's great!" Qian Sanhai laughed, "Maybe it's the treasure of that store just now."

"Well, just play it casually, just kill chickens and pigs."

"Good!" As soon as Qian Sanhai's voice fell, his body was shaking, and there was only a shadow left in the air, and the person had disappeared.

The sharp knives flying out of the knife shop converged into a pair of huge wings behind Meng Fan, but many pedestrians on the road had no time to marvel or doubt Meng Fan's strange ability.

Because those knives shot out the air at the instruction of Meng Fan's heart and began to attack indiscriminately.

In half a minute, more than 100 people around Meng Fan fell into a pool of blood, with round eyes and a completely incredible face, while the rest of the pedestrians finally understood what had happened and screamed and fled around.

"Ah-"

"Help!"

'poof''poof'..., the sound of the knife piercing the body kept coming, accompanied by a tragic cry, and the ground was full of grief, and there was a strong blood in the air in an instant.

Meng Fan walked leisurely, looking confused and intoxicated in the panicked screams around him.

Article 1 of Meng Fan's Criminal Law - Whoever offends my brother, die!

Death!

On earth, all races, even if they don't understand the language, are so similar to the screams before death. Meng Fan was surrounded by the screams of 'ah' fear, as if he were in a large slaughterhouse.

Yes, it's a slaughterhouse.

With Meng Fan as the center, all the people rolled and crawled, shouting loudly and dissipating quickly like a tide. Half a minute later, there were no pedestrians around Meng Fan 100 meters.

There are only three or four hundred corpses.

"Have you run far?" Meng Fan smiled and shook his arms. Hundreds of knives rose to the sky and drew a long parabola line in the bright sunlight, like a meteor outside the sky, flying down to the crowded crowd 100 meters away.

Boom, the meteorite composed of knives instantly exploded in the crowd, completely cutting several people into pieces.

Their ears were full of wow screams. In this bloody and frightened screams, Meng Fan looked up to the sky and laughed.