blenderwars Chapter 160 His Way
Chapter 160 His Way
The children in the living room outside heard the cry for help inside and were frightened and started crying softly again.
At this time, Zhao Yan walked up.
When the children saw that the visitor had no expression on his face and his clothes were stained with blood, they immediately shut their mouths.
Horrible, so terrible.
Even scarier than the two bad guys just now.
The children shrank back and did not dare to look at Zhao Yan.
Looking at the child who was covered in bruises and even some disabilities.
Zhao Yan's eyes were cold and he felt very depressed.
Without saying a word, he walked to the door of the room and knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" The doctor held the scalpel and was a little confused.
"I, Sun Qiang." A familiar voice came from outside the door.
A Biao signaled the doctor to continue, and he went to open the door.
"Sun Qiang, didn't you go to the city to beg for food?" A Biao was a little confused.
"And what's going on with you? There's a lot of blood."
"You'll know later." Zhao Yan pushed A Biao away and entered the house without saying a word.
At this time, the doctor's scalpel was almost touching the boy's skin.
Zhao Yan saw this and quickly grabbed the doctor's arm.
"What are you doing?"
The doctor and A Biao looked at Sun Qiang unhappily and didn't know why.
"Of course I'm going to fuck you." He grabbed the scalpel and pulled a piece of cloth to cover the boy's eyes.
The following scene is not suitable for minors to watch.
"Crap, are you sick when you step on the horse?"
A Biao has not yet realized the seriousness of the matter.
"Talk too much." Zhao Yan took the scalpel and threw it away.
puff!
The sharp scalpel directly penetrated the muscles of the cheek and nailed A Biao's tongue.
"Ah, wuwu..." A Biao screamed, and then closed his mouth.
Because my tongue is nailed, it hurts to speak when I open my mouth.
The doctor was frightened.
This fucking hurts just looking at it.
"Sun Qiang, what are you doing!"
The doctor couldn't understand why Sun Qiang, who was usually inconspicuous, suddenly went crazy and dared to attack them.
Confused about your place in the team?
Aren't you afraid that the boss will find out and punish him severely?
"Are you a doctor?" Zhao Yan asked.
Don't doctors save lives and heal the wounded? Why have they fallen to such an extent?
"Nonsense, I'm not a doctor and you are? Are you possessed?"
The doctor was very impatient, took out his cell phone and started dialing the boss's number.
Delaying the customer's order, this guy is absolutely a pill.
Toot.
Um? what happened? Can't get through?
The doctor looked stunned and had a bad feeling in his heart.
He dialed again in disbelief.
Still no one answered.
"Are you talking to the boss? Do you miss him?" Zhao Yan smiled gently.
Hearing this, the doctor's expression changed, "You, what did you do to the boss?"
"Boss, he is very ill and needs you to save him."
"What's the disease?" The doctor was a little confused. He could only cut the waist but not cure the disease.
"Hey, my head fell off, can you put it back on?"
Zhao Yan took out the relatively well-preserved lone wolf's head from the storage space, his one eye widening.
It still looks fresh.
"ah!!!"
Coming face-to-face with the freshly baked head at close range, the doctor screamed in fright and took several steps back with a pale face.
He thought that after cutting so many organs, he could bear it well enough.
Unexpectedly, I was still shocked.
A Biao, who was hesitating whether to ruthlessly pull out the scalpel, froze when he saw the boss's head.
No, it's fake, it must be fake.
The boss is so good at fighting, how could he send it!
"Looking at you, there is nothing you can do to save the boss, so go and accompany him."
Zhao Yan threw Lone Wolf's head aside and took out a knife.
"What are you going to do? I'm warning you, murder is against the law!"
When the doctor saw this, he backed away and roared with anger.
How he hoped the law could protect him at this moment.
It's a pity that they are all wishful thinking.
Click click click.
Zhao Yan was unmoved and stepped forward to interrupt the doctor's limbs.
Then he ignored his wailing and said to himself: "You must have cut others a lot. You have to pay back when you go out to fool around. I will cut you as many times as you cut others. Is it fair?"
"No, I was wrong. Please let me go. I am willing to surrender to the police station."
The doctor whose limbs had been severed lay paralyzed on the ground, pleading.
A Biao secretly moved to the door, preparing to escape.
Turning his head, Zhao Yan smiled, "You are dishonest."
He went up to subdue the man, and then tied A Biao to an iron frame with an infusion tube.
"Woooo..."
A Biao shook his head and made an unknown whimpering sound.
There was a torture method in ancient times called Lingchi.
Zhao Yan thought about it for a moment and realized that the chest muscles should be removed first.
He ripped off the doctor's white coat and started cutting with a knife.
"Ah! It hurts, it hurts!"
As soon as the knife went down, the doctor's eyes widened and he let out a shrill scream.
A Biao next to him was frightened.
The boy lying on the operating table was a little panicked.
In his opinion, the doctor and A Biao were the most vicious people, but he didn't expect to make such miserable screams now.
"Then the muscles on the outside of your arms, and the front of your hips."
Zhao Yan began to change his target, and the flesh on the doctor's chest was almost gone.
"Kill, kill me..." The doctor's face was pale and his head was covered with cold sweat.
He begged for mercy many times, but the opponent's hand movements remained the same.
In this situation, he just wanted to die.
ten minutes later.
The doctor breathed his last in extreme pain and wailing.
Maybe he died from excessive blood loss, or maybe he died of pain while still alive.
"The level is not good. It's only five hundred and eighty-seven cuts. How did those people cut three thousand six hundred cuts and the prisoner was still alive?"
Zhao Yan wiped the blood on his hands and shook his head with emotion.
Um? Why does it smell like urine?
Turning his head to look, he saw a pool of water appearing under A Biao's body at some point.
Taking out the phone, Zhao Yan called Fang Manning.
He told her the location of the sentinels and asked them to come over now.
He had promised Xue Wanshan to take it easy.
So those few sentinels should be punished by the law.
"Hmm, I heard you like whips?"
Feeling Zhao Yan's thoughtful gaze, A Biao shook his head crazily.
"Shake your head yes and nod your head no. It seems you really like whips."
Nodding understandingly, Zhao Yan picked up the whip that belonged to A Biao.
? ? ?
A Biao was stunned for a moment, wondering if the English he learned was fake.
Seeing Zhao Yan pick up the whip, he nodded crazily without thinking too much.
"I understand, don't worry."
Snapped!
"Well!"
Bang bang!
"ah!"
Zhao Yan used a lot of force. Every time the whip went down, the skin would be torn and tiny pieces of flesh would fly everywhere.
A Biao's screams echoed throughout the second floor. The children outside had some confusion on their faces. They didn't understand what was happening inside and why the big bad guy was screaming so miserably.
The boy was so frightened that he peed. He was right next to him. Although his eyes were covered, the inhuman screams of the two people one after another made him remember many bloody scenes.
A Biao's fate was very tough. He was whipped seventy-three times before he died.
The upper body was already blurry, and white bones and internal organs could be vaguely seen.