Chapter 503 It’s Your Turn to Experience the Torture, Which Is Ten Times More Painful than in the Video

On the road leaving the unfinished building on the Gold Coast.

The Ford Raptor pickup truck belonging to the Venom Bee team is slowly driving towards the road leaving New York.

Compared with the solemn and nervous state when they came here.

This time, the state of leaving is obviously extremely happy, and even full of excitement and excitement.

In the pickup truck.

The Venom Bee, in a good mood, drove the noisy car DJ and twisted his shoulders to the music, obviously in a very proud and excited state.

Butterfly, sitting in the co-pilot, has already started to choose the island to go on vacation tomorrow and decided to start a new retirement career.

As for Curly, who was scared enough and almost confessed just now.

He kept searching on his mobile phone for any reliable investment projects in the near future and how to reduce the handling fees required for transfers.

The current actions and expressions of the three people are different, but it is obvious... They are all expressing their inner excitement and relieving their previous tension and worries.

After leaving Queens completely.

Venom Bee turned off the DJ in the car, looked at Butterfly beside him and Curly in the back seat, and smiled with emotion.

"Butterfly, Curly."

"Our Venom Bee team... should be considered the few lucky ones among professional killers who can retire with all their limbs intact, right?"

"To be honest, until now I feel... that the 100 million dollars is too magical. I don't know if it's too easy to earn."

Hearing what Venom Bee said.

Butterfly curled her lips with some disdain and exposed it bluntly.

"Venom Bee."

"You should thank Curly and me."

"If it weren't for the two of us insisting, you would have left with the 5 million dollars that was only enough to fill your teeth because of the so-called risk."

"To express your gratitude to us, this time the team vacation... just use your bonus to pay for it, is there any problem?"

As the voice fell.

Curly, who was sitting in the back seat, immediately stretched his neck forward and hurriedly took over the conversation.

"No problem, I agree on behalf of Boss Venom Bee."

"I just checked, as long as we spend 50 million US dollars to buy fixed treasury bonds, the interest alone is almost the same as the US dollars we usually earn from bounties in a year."

"But speaking of it... I think that detective is really scary."

"After this incident, I thought about it carefully and found that every situation and every event seemed to be within his plan and expectation."

"Morgan Consortium invited such a person, I guess the king is likely to lose this time."

For what Curly said.

Butterfly was also a little curious, looking at Venom Bee beside him, and asked.

"Speaking of which, I am a little curious now... How will that person deal with the dancers and other professional killers who were caught this time?"

"To be honest, these professional killers are very hard-mouthed, not to mention... The king may still have something on them. It's not that easy to dig clues out of them, right?"

The Poison Bee, who was driving, was stunned for two seconds. Recalling the brutal and bloodthirsty eyes of Su Ming when he dealt with the first two professional killers, he shuddered and said in a deep voice with his neck shrunk.

"It's very simple."

"If he comes to dig it himself, he probably has enough means to find the clues he wants."

"I don't know if he is a detective, but I can be sure of one thing... He is definitely a more crazy and brutal criminal than us, a natural criminal with no mercy in his eyes."

"Let's go."

"No matter what happens in the future, it has nothing to do with us who are retired."

......

Just when the Poison Bee team was evacuating New York City at the fastest speed.

Su Ming drove a heavy off-road vehicle with three unconscious killers in the back seat to the starting point of the previous massacre - the Devil Bar.

Since the matter of the Devil Gang was resolved and Secretary White was asked to help deal with it.

This Devil Bar was temporarily closed and no one was allowed to enter, even former members of the Devil Gang.

However.

Just after the Poison Bee Squad left.

Su Ming specifically called Secretary White and asked him to deal with the various traces in the unfinished building on the Gold Coast, and indicated that he needed to go to the basement of the Devil Bar.

As for why he had to go to the basement of the Devil Bar.

In fact, the reason is very simple.

Among the places Su Ming has been to, only the atmosphere and environment of this basement are suitable for asking the clues he needs from the stubborn professional killer.

Arrived at the door of the Devil Bar.

There were already several Morgan Consortium security guards waiting.

Su Ming asked them to lift the dancer, python and skunk down and send them to the room where Ross, the leader of the Devil Gang, was dealt with previously.

......

Five minutes later.

"Hua-Lin-Lin--"

A bucket of ice water was lifted by one of the security guards and poured directly on the three unconscious people.

The freezing cold water instantly woke up the three unconscious dancers.

The first moment they woke up, the three of them struggled at the same time, but it was completely useless.

The three of them were back to back, with a thick wooden stick in the middle, and their whole bodies were tied up, even their hands and feet were bound, leaving no room for struggle.

A cloth strip was stuffed in their mouths, so they couldn't even curse, and could only make bursts of whimpering sounds, but it was obvious that there was some indescribable fear in their emotions.

Because.

After the three were awakened by the water, this dimly lit room and the faint smell of blood that could still be smelled at the tip of their noses were constantly irritating the three people's nerves.

The most important thing is...

"Clang-clang-clang--"

The sound of metal sharpening was transmitted to the ears of the three people very clearly, and every time the sound of sharpening sounded, it seemed that the butcher knife was closer.

After three minutes, the sound of sharpening stopped in the darkness.

At this moment.

Su Ming, who was wearing a bloody butcher's plastic apron, half-knee rubber rain boots, and a deliberately disguised dried blood stain on his cheek.

Slowly walked in front of the three people, holding a meat cleaver that was sharp enough to reflect light, with a gentle smile on his face but like a devil, he spoke.

"It is more painful than the landmines, and dozens of times more desperate."

"Do you want to... experience it?"