Chapter 2209 Global Live Broadcast of Slaughtering Demons

[Curse Zhao Doushun to die! 】

【brute! go to hell! 】

[Don't go out again in this life, I will kill you if you go out! 】

[Scum! You have been targeted by gangsters! wait to die. 】

Such banners abound, and you don't have to think about it to know that this is the home where the devil lives.

It's just that Jiang Siming was a little disdainful when he saw these cursed banners.

If you really wanted to kill him, you should have broken in by now.

With so many people, a few South Korean policemen were left to drag the gate of the community, and others rushed up, knocked open the door, and beat Zhao Doushun to death.

Even if the police wanted to catch it, it would be difficult to convict it. After all, they didn't even know who the murderer was. With so many people doing it, stabbing him with a knife can turn him into a hornet's nest.

This Zhao Doushun is still alive and well, sleeping at home, it is obvious that these Korean sticks have no seeds and no guts.

For example, there was a human trafficker case in China back in the day. The criminal stole many children. The police arrested him, but it was still hard for everyone to vent their hatred.

At that time, all the people rushed forward and beat the criminal to death, and then the case was closed.

This kind of case that arouses public outrage deserves to be beaten to death by the masses.

In contrast, we Chinese men are still men, and Korean sticks are really unreliable.

Are the gangsters still watching? This kind of gangster is good at bullying good people, and they become shrinking turtles when dealing with people who are worse than them.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be Jiang Siming's turn to come forward for this kind of thing.

And this is not the first time Jiang Siming has helped with this kind of thing.

He was the one who found out the South Korean room N incident that caused a world sensation before, and helped all the Korean women kill 170,000 devil sticks hidden in South Korea.

It's a pity that South Korea seems to be rich in livestock. After killing so many, there are still quite a few.

This time, I have to trouble Jiang Siming to take action again.

Waiting for them to solve it by themselves is simply impossible.

Jiang Siming didn't want to see his wife sad, so he had to solve it himself.

Before coming here, Jiang Siming had already thought up a plan.

It's just killing scum, to be honest, it's easy for Jiang Siming.

It's just that the action is different this time. He is going to broadcast a global live broadcast, so he needs to hide his identity well.

Before Jiang Siming came, he thought about whether he wanted to eat a Yi Rong Pill.

Jiang Siming only used this thing once. It was used in the martial arts dungeon, disguised as Song Qingshu, and tricked Zhang Wuji to death.

But this time, Jiang Siming didn't want to pretend to be anyone, and he wouldn't show his face anyway.

On the banner at the bottom, there was a photo of Zhao Doushun. After Jiang Siming compared it, he immediately found the door number of Zhao Doushun's house.

When he was still muttering outside to show Zhao Doushun a good look, Jiang Siming was already at his house.

At this moment, Zhao Doushun was not at all influenced by those people who could only talk and talk. He was lying on the sofa in the living room and watching his news on TV.

Instead of being afraid, Zhao Doushun was very proud.

"Do you all hate me so much? Hehe, but what can that do to me? Tsk tsk, it seems that I am quite well-known, haha."

Zhao Doushun's short and ugly face was filled with the expression of a villain's success.

"Xiaoxian, are you ready? When you're done, let's start the live broadcast, and don't take pictures of me."

A voice came from behind Zhao Doushun, still in Chinese that Zhao Doushun could not understand at all.

Zhao Doushun was startled immediately, rolled off the sofa, and turned around to see a stranger standing in his house.

"You are... who are you! This is my home, you hurry up! There are policemen outside, do you want to go to jail?"

Zhao Doushun scolded, but when he found that the other party didn't respond at all, he thought Jiang Siming was an ordinary person who sneaked in underneath.

Immediately furious, he walked towards Jiang Siming step by step.

"Did you really fucking regard yourself as a hero, and you want to find fault with me? You were still breastfeeding when I was in prison."

With that said, Zhao Doushun slapped him with a slap, revealing his fierce look.

Sure enough, no matter how long the devil is in prison, he will still be a devil when he comes out, and he will be more dangerous than before.

Because the devil who has suffered a lot will hide himself better.

Jiang Siming took a step back, letting his slap miss him.

Zhao Doushun thought that Jiang Siming was afraid of him, and became more aggressive, chasing Jiang Siming and raising his slap again.

"Master, the live broadcast has been done, it can start now, it is now live broadcast globally, and no one will find us."

After Jiang Siming heard this sentence, he didn't back away, but showed a playful smile at Zhao Doushun.

The live broadcast of killing demons has officially begun.

At this time, websites from all over the world automatically popped up a link to the live broadcast, which read [Broken Zhao Doushun live broadcast room, click to enter]

Whether it is a computer or a mobile phone, you have received this link.

Billions of people saw this link and thought it was an advertisement, but hundreds of millions of people clicked on it.

Once inside, it is really a live broadcast room.

And it's not a live broadcast room that sells goods and advertises, or a female anchor sucks traffic.

In the live broadcast room, it was a short boy, and many people recognized him immediately.

Isn't this Zhao Doushun!

this home

What do you guys want? Dare to broadcast live? Do you still want to debut as an Internet celebrity? It's outrageous!

But everyone soon discovered that they thought too much.

Zhao Doushun, in this live broadcast, is just a victim.

He was chained to the wall.

A sound of footsteps reminded me that a person walked into the live broadcast room, but only a little of his clothes were photographed.

The man walked up to Zhao Doushun, with gloves on, holding a cup of hot oil that had just been brought out of the kitchen, and walked up to him.

Then holding a pair of pokers with one hand, he plunged them directly into Zhao Doushun's mouth, prying his mouth open.

The poker was already red hot, and when it was poked into his mouth, it made a sizzling sound.

Under the high temperature, Zhao Doushun let out a scream instantly, his mouth was already full of blood bubbles.

But then, Jiang Siming poured the whole cup of hot oil into Zhao Doushun's mouth without a drop.

The cry was even more miserable, and the people who heard it were terrified, but they felt very happy.

If ordinary people encounter this kind of experience, everyone will definitely scold this 'perpetrator'.

But when everyone knew that the person who was raped was named Zhao Doushun, everyone felt happy for the first time! So happy!

After drinking a cup of hot oil, Zhao Doushun's mouth was already bleeding out, and there were blood bubbles the size of thumbs all around his mouth and in his mouth, which looked particularly creepy.

"Help, help! Police! Police, help me! Help me!"

Zhao Doushun desperately shouted for help, but there seemed to be no sound outside the house.

The perpetrator calmly let him scream, then turned around and went into the kitchen, and took another cup of oil.

And this time it's not hot oil, but the same hot chili oil!

When he saw the chili oil, Zhao Doushun lost his courage and begged desperately for mercy.

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[Author's Digression]: Second update~