Chapter 775: Magnetism (Seeking Monthly Votes, Subscriptions, and Recommendations) Second Update, Asking for Monthly Votes!!!

"I don't want money, I just want to know where Cornell is!" Blood Mint's cold voice came.

Willis almost gnashed his teeth when he heard this voice. Damn, you are so arrogant, how did I beat you like a dog yesterday? If I had known you were so arrogant, I would have eaten too much to trouble you? !

"I can tell you! Riley Snow! The grudge between you and Cornell has nothing to do with me! Cornell and I are just partners! I have never participated in the matter between you!" Willis begged for mercy immediately.

"Then stand up! Tell me where Cornell is!" Blood Mint shouted.

"I can come out! Don't shoot!" Willis shouted.

Then Willis threw out the gun, raised his hands, and slowly moved out from behind the car. He moved very slowly, as if he was afraid of causing misunderstanding.

Blood Mint made a mistake at this time. She felt that she had controlled the situation, so she withdrew the shadow.

As a new younger brother, Hannibal was still quite concerned, so he gave her the power of the shadow, although it was not very strong. After all, that was just the power given to her by the blood of the Tindalos Hound, which was really not that strong. It could only give her some power to manipulate shadows, and she couldn't even jump with shadows, let alone more advanced abilities.

But it was definitely enough to deal with ordinary people.

But this woman carelessly removed the protection of the shadow.

Willis saw that he was ecstatic. He was just going to give it a try, but he didn't expect the other party to be so smart.

"Tell me where Cornell is!"

Willis showed a flattering smile, bowed slightly and rubbed his hands in front of him, looking very humble.

"I told you, can you let me go? There is nothing to do with the grudge between you and me."

Blood Mint immediately despised him very much. Such a scumbag could actually be the boss.

"I can..."

Suddenly, a small black shadow shot out from Willis's sleeves! Flying towards the position of Blood Mint's neck.

Squeak!

What just flew over was a thin and sharp blade. The blade is triangular, without a handle. The surface of the blade is matte-finished, showing an inconspicuous gray-black color. The material is similar to a paper cutter, relatively heavy, with all the edges extremely sharp, and the tip is equally deadly.

When it was shot out, it was impossible to see what it was.

Blood spurted out from Blood Mint's neck!

Blood Mint covered his neck and knelt on the ground powerlessly. The wound was very deep! It almost cut off Blood Mint's throat. What's more terrifying is that there seems to be poison on the blade. This poison is terrible. It almost destroyed Blood Mint's central nervous system in an instant, making it impossible for Blood Mint to counterattack. After all, she has been transformed by Hannibal. Such injuries are impossible to make her lose her combat effectiveness in an instant. Only toxins can achieve this effect.

Seeing Blood Mint kneeling on the ground powerlessly and bleeding continuously, Willis walked in front of her with a grim smile on his face, grabbed Blood Mint's hair, lifted her head up, and made her look up at him, which brought Willis great pleasure.

No matter how powerful she is, she can only be killed by me!

"You bitch! Weren't you arrogant just now? You're arrogant again now! Hahaha, you're such a stupid woman! Didn't you care about those bitches just now? You will be reunited with them soon! I will find them out, and then kill them one by one in a cruel way! Let you reunite in hell together! Hahaha!"

Pa pa pa pa!

"To be honest, there are not many villains like you."

Willis turned and looked behind him!

A handsome man in a suit and tie was not far behind him, applauding him.

"Who are you?"

At the same time, secretly controlling his blade, he flew behind the man.

"Can you put Riley down? She is my pawn that I found with great difficulty. She will be a good assistant. Besides, as a gentleman, bullying women and children... is really ugly." The man seemed to pay no attention to Willis's little action at all. He just frowned and pointed at Willis's hand holding the blood mint.

"Ha! Are you her lover? Stand still! Otherwise, I will kill this bitch immediately!"

"I didn't move, and if you want to use her to threaten me, at least, you have to make sure she doesn't die so quickly, otherwise how can you threaten me?"

Willis's attention has always been on Hannibal. He was paying attention to whether Hannibal noticed his little move. Soon, his throwing knife was in place.

"Hahaha, threatening you? No, I just want to... kill you!"

A thin black line shot at the back of Kai's head!

Willis seemed to have seen the scene after his throwing knife shot through the man's head in front of him!

He almost laughed out loud!

But his smile froze the next second.

Because just when the throwing knife was about to touch the man's scalp, the man turned around and gently closed the two fingers of his right hand in the air, and the black shadow was caught between his fingers.

He laughed: "So, it's just this kind of gadget. It's hard to kill me with this thing."

Willis immediately touched his belt, where there were still a few throwing knives.

He just touched his waist with his hand, and several flying knives flew out, dancing around him, as if alive!

"Go to hell! Go to hell! You monster!"

Swish, swish, swish!

Several flying knives turned into black lines and rushed towards Kai at a very fast speed.

But Willis seemed to have reached his limit. Big beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, his cheeks were clenched tightly, and veins popped out on his neck.

A few meters away, Hannibal's figure suddenly flashed irregularly from side to side, and then walked over again.

Willis' face was full of shock and anger. With one hand, he repeatedly pulled out the throwing knives from his belt and threw them out. With the other hand, he had already opened the car door and got into the car.

But it was useless. Hannibal was still walking leisurely. No matter how the throwing knives changed tricks, they had no effect on him at all. He was like a prophet who could dodge in advance before the throwing knives touched him.

Hannibal's figure flashed and followed to the car door, stepping on Garcia's left leg that had not been retracted.

Crack!

Willis's left leg suddenly became an L shape, and he screamed miserably.

Then Hannibal stretched out his big hand, pinched his neck, pulled him out of the car, and lifted him in the air.

Then he exerted force with his hands, and the gangster's eyes went dark and he fainted. The flying knives lost power, slowed down, and then fell to the ground one after another.

The people around were watching the battle silently, and saw the man holding Willis in the posture of carrying a dog, disappearing quietly as he came, and taking the blood mint with him.

On the huge GG sign next to him, there was a giant graffiti.

Under the two dim spotlights on the top, a woman covered in a black hooded sweater stood silently with her head down, two huge wings stretched to both sides, and under her was a city silhouette with heavy shadows. It was like an angel protecting the city, but the woman's wings were not feathers, but rows of guns. There was no halo on her head, but a small piece of bright red like blood.

Angel of revenge!

Blood mint is, and this man is even more!

After Hannibal's figure disappeared, a large number of people sparsely came out of the shacks around. They were silent and gradually gathered at the street corner where corpses were strewn all over the field. Suddenly, an old homeless man said, "The police should be here in half an hour. We can do something."

Everyone was silent for a moment, and suddenly rushed forward.

You have to know that those bandits have a lot of money on them. Not to mention the clothes and wallets, the guns and bullets alone are also a lot of wealth. The gangs like this kind of black guns, and look at the quality of these guns. They are not ordinary goods, brand new and good guns! The price is between five hundred and nine hundred US dollars each. Of course, they can't get such a high price if they sell them. At most, it's one or two hundred.

But this is enough! Moreover, the gangs are different from ordinary people. These guys like to carry cash, a lot of cash. They don't like credit cards, just like nouveau riche. And their jewelry, these guys like to dress themselves up in gold, even their teeth are gold, which is another income.

How could the homeless people miss it?

In less than ten minutes, except for a large pool of sewage mixed with detergent and disinfectant on the ground, the street returned to its previous calm, as if nothing had happened. Even the bodies were nowhere to be found, as if they had never existed.

This is the fate of these scumbags. Don't look at them as arrogant today, wearing gold and silver, but who knows when they will die on the road and be buried in a ditch. No one cares, and no one pities them.

…

On the other side, Hannibal, holding Willis in one hand and Bloodmint in the other, entered an abandoned factory. There are many such buildings on both sides of the Hudson River, all of which are the product of industrial relocation.

Then he helped Bloodmint treat the wound, and everything else was fine.

The main thing was that the poison on the knife was a bit difficult to deal with, but fortunately Hannibal found the antidote on Willis. After all, no one can guarantee that he himself will not be poisoned, so he always carries this thing with him.

Willis is also an inventive guy. His knives are not ordinary stuff. There are some small mechanisms on these flying knives. Some blades are equipped with poisonous gas and explosives, and some can emit sonic pulses that make people weak.

Of course, Hannibal didn't expect that this guy is also a mutant, and he seems to be able to manipulate metal.

Although it looks a bit weak, it is useless beyond a range of ten meters, otherwise he would not have been hiding all the time. But it must be said that it is very practical. Once activated, most metals can be deflected by the strong magnetic force as long as they are about ten centimeters close to his body surface. Relying on this peculiar ability that far exceeds the effect of bulletproof vests, he has dodged countless times of opponent's determined shooting. And using that special flying knife, he unexpectedly took the lives of more opponents.

For example, Blood Mint was hit. He was clearly deflected by several bullets that hit him, but Blood Mint didn't notice it. But this thing is useless to Kai.

Almost ten minutes later, Blood Mint woke up. Soon, the woman's body twitched, as if she wanted to jump up.

"Okay, it's me, you're safe."

Blood Mint's eyes returned to normal from the unfocused state. Looking at the familiar man beside her, she breathed a sigh of relief. With this sigh of relief, she almost fainted again.

The wound and poison were resolved, but she was still very weak. After all, she had lost so much blood, it would be strange if she didn't faint.

"Willis!"

But she soon thought of Willis.

"Don't worry, he's next to you."

Blood Mint was stunned and looked sideways. She realized that Willis was staring at her. This gangster star who was a big shot in New York and killed countless people now had sealing tape on his mouth, his hands and feet were tied to his chest with ropes, and he was sitting on the ground with a dusty face.

"Don't get excited, he can't run away, you can take your time. Baby. It will take a long time." Hannibal still spoke slowly, and the hand pressing on Bloodmint's shoulder turned into a support, and gently helped her up.

Hatred made Bloodmint quickly overcome dizziness and weakness, and she stood up with gritted teeth.

"Where is Cornell?!!"

Seeing her stand still, Hannibal let go of his hand and went over to tear off Willis's sealing tape.

"Hahaha, do you think I will say it?"

Bloodmint staggered in front of her and raised his hand to slap her.

But because of weakness, the other party didn't feel any pain at all.

"Are you going to flirt with me?"

Willis said disdainfully.

"Hey, a scum like you is so loyal?"

"Loyal?" Willis seemed to hear a joke: "Ha! I will be loyal for an old man? Forget it! I just don't want you to have an easy life! Anyway, I can't leave alive, why should I tell you? Will you really let me go?"

"That's right."

Hannibal felt that the explanation given by the other party was reasonable and convincing. After all, they are all bad guys, who is loyal? "Scum like you really don't deserve to live."

He really didn't plan to let this guy go. After all, a scum who can kill even children and women, what's the point of living? To hurt more people?

"Then you can have a good chat with him." Kai said to Blood Mint: "I have prepared a lot of tools for you."

Hannibal raised his hand and rows of dissection tools appeared on the ground, as well as electric saws, electric drills and wire cutters, and even castration tools were prepared.

But soon, Hannibal thought of this guy can control magnetism.

These tools are all made of metal, and he might even control them. So Hannibal said to Bloodmint: "Wait a minute, I'll go find a set of ceramic knives."

Willis's face turned pale: "Are you a devil?"

In fact, Willis was so scared when he saw the rows of dazzling props that he even forgot that he could control magnetism.

But now, Hannibal actually plans to change to ceramic knives.

Damn, this is not giving him any chance to survive!

...

After a while, Willis' screams gradually died down.

To be honest, Bloodmint is still relatively merciful, and there is no way to compare with Frank. Back then in the warehouse in New Jersey, Frank used a kitchen flamethrower to squeeze out all the oil from the head of the Irish gang.

That guy smiled happily when he died, and he was finally dead.

Unlike Bloodmint, after a long time, he could only poke with a knife and watch the blood splatter. In fact, it was just like that, without any technical content, and without Frank's torture skills.

According to Frank himself, he can roast a person to medium rare, but the person can survive.

Kai was actually quite curious, but thought he was bragging, so he didn't try it.

If Frank were here, he could definitely teach Bloodmint a lesson.

However, a good match is always a good match. Obviously Willis looks like a tough guy, but compared to the Irish guy, he still lacks blood. Even with Bloodmint's poor interrogation skills, he still made him speak.