Chapter 5: Devil's Heart 5

In the next three days, Meng Fan accelerated his action and slaughtered the city's evil more crazily.

The police have nothing to do about this. They sadly found that when the killer was slaughtered, the monitors on both sides of the road collectively failed and could not know the killer's appearance at all.

Time is tight. In just one week, the number of thieves, hooligans and villains who died tragically is close to 600, and the gangsters are panicked for fear of becoming the next target of this unknown killer.

On the one hand, gangs used various means to pressure the police to seize the killers as soon as possible. On the other hand, they restrained various crimes, and even the gang bosses fled to other provinces. For a while, Guangzhou was particularly calm and the public security reached the best level in history.

On the morning of December 15, Guangzhou Police Department.

The middle-aged police chief looked at the files piled up in a hill on his desk in front of him and had a headache.

"In the past 24 hours, there has been no criminal case in Guangzhou, not even the lowest level of theft, which is really a great historical record." The director picked up a report at the top and said with a wry smile, "Is this killer a murderer or a god?"

At this time, the phone on the table suddenly rang.

As soon as the director picked up the phone, there was a rapid scolding in the microphone: "Damn, when can you catch the murderer? My brother must not die in vain! Son of a bitch, XX@%$%&^@”

'Pa!'

The director frowned, slapped the table, and hung the phone down fiercely.

In the past few days, he has received dozens of similar calls every day. These callers have one thing in common - anonymous, wonderful national scolding, and full of threats.

The director sighed, rubbed his red palm, and then pricked his ears, which seemed to have grown a cocoon, which was very helpless.

'bell'

The phone rang again.

"Ah--" The director jumped up suddenly and pulled down the phone line.

The world is finally quiet.

After a few minutes, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Who, who?" The director felt that he was going crazy.

"Telephone, phone, from the center!" It was the secretary's voice. The usually calm young man stammered a little.

"What?" The hall was angry, "Why don't you pick me up?"

"You, your phone..."

"Oh." The director stared at the disconnected phone and suddenly woke up.

"Oh--, I was dizzy by that killer." He shook his head and hurriedly picked up the phone line.

The phone was finally transferred in. The director held the phone, stood up respectfully and said, "Hello, I'm the director of the Guangzhou Police Department."

"Yo, it's Lao Li. Oh, oh, that's fucking cool!" A man's voice came from the microphone, and his tone was extremely lazy.

"Hm?" The director was stunned.

"I won't talk nonsense with you. Tap, yes, tap..."

"What?" The director is even more puzzled.

"I'm not talking to you. OhMygod! Slow down, slow down..."

"Ah?"

"Bright, Lao Li, I have something to tell you. The central government has known about your affairs, and I will come to help tomorrow. Before 4 p.m. tomorrow, you help me prepare three five-star presidential suites, a dozen 1700-year-old French wines, several beautiful waitresses, and a Ferrari. That's it!"

"Fuck, how long have you been in the industry? The old man's egg hurts! Du-Du-Du..." The man hung up the phone after a boundless scolding.

The director held the phone and maintained the talking posture, completely stunned.

Who the hell is this?

"Xiao Liu--" The director dropped the phone and shouted out of the door.

The secretary opened the door and stood at the door, like a cat and mouse, bowing his head and motionless.

Fools can see that the director is angry, not to mention that the secretary is not stupid.

"Is this a call from the central government?" The director reprimanded, "I just remembered that the central phone call will pass through a special line. How can I ask you to transfer? Did you grow up eating shit? Is your head full of shit?"

He was dizzy to deal with the killer for several days and was insulted and threatened dozens of times a day by the underworld. Now he is ridiculed by a man suspected of playing with a woman, which brings the originally elegant director to the verge of collapse.

The secretary didn't say a word and was scolded.'

After a while, the director vented enough and collapsed weakly in the chair, waved his hand, and motioned the secretary to go out.

"When will this day come to an end?"

The poor director hugged his head painfully and wanted to cry without tears...

At this time, the killing continues in this prosperous city.

Matters are the driving force of all desires. Money and enjoyment make many people take risks. Even death cannot stop their evil footsteps.

In the western suburbs of Guangzhou, in a simple and abandoned private house.

In this narrow and fiasco, two groups of people were tightly squeezed, a group of bald parties and a group of yellow hair, a total of more than 20 people.

The bareheaded leader is a big man with a fleshy face and an open coat, revealing a fierce tiger-headed tattoo, which looks particularly fierce.

"Dongzi, the wind has been tight these two days, and the land in Guangzhou is very uneasy, you--" The bald head touched the shiny forehead with a hesitant expression.

"Brother Qiang, I heard that several venues in Guangzhou are out of stock now. If you buy goods, you will earn at least twice as much as before." The yellow-haired leader patted a big suitcase beside him, "Besides, our goods have always been the best. If it hadn't been for the rules of the road, I would have gone to Guangzhou to work by myself."

"Damn it, die!" The skinhead known as Brother Qiang was cruel and ordered his men to say, "Give Dongzi money. Let's go. After returning to Guangzhou, we will raise 50% of the price. We must disperse the goods as soon as possible."

"Guys, don't go back to Guangzhou!" Suddenly, an extremely excited and excited word came from outside the private house.

"Who?" Dongzi turned over and threw out a dark pistol.

"It's over." Although Brother Qiang also turned out his pistol, he looked gray and desperate.

"Yoha--"

A bright silver light burst into the door and tore the corrupt door panel to pieces.

At the same time, the silver light went straight in with a gray shadow. Before everyone's reaction, it had quickly swept around the house.

Half a second later, the gray shadow stopped his figure. It was Qian Sanhai with an excited face. The demon knife village in his hand was trembling slightly and making brisk buzzing.

The expressions of more than 20 people in the room have been condensed, and their bodies have maintained the posture of half a second ago. After a few seconds, more than 20 heads fell almost at the same time and rolled down to the ground like a ball.

The bloody scene is unbearable.

Qian Sanhai opened the yellow-haired suitcase with the tip of the knife, and dozens of bags of white powder were exposed. Qian Sanhai frowned in disgust and picked up the big bag with the tip of the knife.

This time, what rolled out of the bag was a brand-new 100-yuan banknote. The bundle by bundle was very neatly tied. Qian Sanhai was very excited and shouted outside, "Captain, a lot of money, let's get rich!"

Meng Fan slowly walked in from outside the door, carefully avoided the blood on the ground, came to the edge of the package, looked down, and said with a smile, "Not bad, Sanhai, take the money, burn off the white powder, and let's go."

"Good!" Qian Sanhai took out a small bottle of gasoline that had already been prepared from behind, sprinkled it evenly on the white powder, and then took out the lighter and lit a cigarette.

"Captain, let's go!" Qian Sanhai picked up a package full of money and went out with Meng Fan excitedly.

The moment he went out, Qian Sanhai shook the cigarette butt in his hand and threw it on the box full of white powder behind him with extraordinary accuracy. For a moment, there was a burning fire behind his back.

"Captain, do you think I'm handsome?" Qian Sanhai took out a dirty toothpick from his pocket, pretended to hold it in his mouth, and asked vaguely, "Does it look like the legendary brother Ma?"

"Like, like, absolutely like!" Meng Fan looked at Qian Sanhai's thin figure and two funny moustaches and laughed.

Behind the scenes, the fire is still burning.

In front of you, the sun is shining brightly.

Meng Fan sneered at the bottom of his heart.

The bald man is really smart, very smart! Do you think you can avoid my Meng Fan's eyes by trading in the outer suburbs?

My eyes are all over the city, because every camera is my Meng Fan's eyes.

You think you are dancing on the tip of the knife, so fierce that everyone is afraid of you, right?

I Meng Fan is more ferocious and cold-blooded than you, and I can enjoy the killing of you freely.

Because I have extraordinary superpowers and a demonic heart.