Chapter 639: Not cold killer (6)
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"Who sent me? Killers have professional ethics, Mr. Smith, you should know that?"
Ling Wuzhi was still leaning against the door and answered Uncle Smith's words unhurriedly.
She is so unhurried, but she is not giving the bodyguards a chance outside.
She knew that this room was really what Uncle Smith said, unless it was an explosion, no one could hear the sound in the room.
If Uncle Smith was in this room, he would stay for several hours each time.
This old man, xing tortured so many poor girls to death, she just stopped by and let him enjoy the feeling of being tortured to death...
Killer? !
Uncle Smith looked at Ling Wuzhi in amazement, such a little loli is actually a killer!
I wanted to call for help, but the soundproofing function of the room was strong, and there was no communication equipment in it.
In order to prevent the little loli from escaping, there is not even a window in this room.
The only way out is the door!
But at the door of the room, standing Ling Wuzhi...
Uncle Smith began to think, how lethal is Ling Wuwei?
Now no matter what, he has to figure out a way to get out!
Ling Wuzhi stood up straight, Uncle Smith also swung his whip towards Ling Wuzhi—
Ling Wuxie sideways to avoid, the whip hit the door, making a crisp sound.
Don't say it, that sound is quite nice...
Sharon: [Frightened face] Are you also perverted, Xiao 55? !
Ling Wuzhu: [cold and ruthless face]...
Before Uncle Smith could react, Ling Wuzhi kicked Uncle Smith's wrist with the whip.
Uncle Smith was in pain, and as soon as his hand was loosened, the whip was about to fall to the ground.
Ling Wuwei picked up her toes—the whip that almost fell to the ground reached her hand.
"Snapped--"
"what--"
"How does it feel to be whipped?" Ling Wuyi looked at Uncle Smith, who was beaten to the ground with a single whip.
"you……"
Ling Wuyi didn't give Smith a chance to speak, and directly whipped his upper body——
"Snapped--"
"what--"
"Snapped--"
"Ah...don't...don't fight anymore..."
"Snapped--"
…
After being beaten for about ten minutes, Uncle Smith curled up on the ground, and he didn't even have the strength to moan.
Ling Wuyi's strength was definitely not deliberately restrained, and he was even more merciless when he attacked.
During the whole process, Uncle Smith begged for mercy and made harsh words. He even said that he would give Ling Wuzhi more money than his employer.
Ling Wuyi didn't answer, just pouted in disdain.
For Mao, every time these people use the same lines? ! Can't you be a little new?
Seeing Uncle Smith curled up on the ground, his shirt and suit pants were slashed by her whip, covered with red bloodstains, and he looked dying.
"I...I'll give you money..." Uncle Smith was still thinking of giving Qian Lingwuzhi to let her let him go. At this point, he was a little speechless.
Ling Wuzhi threw the whip aside, bent down slightly, and kicked Uncle Smith's chin with his foot.
"It's impossible to let you go. You should think about how to ask me to give you a good time."
Ling Wuyi smiled, and the delicate face was sunny, which formed a sharp contrast with the **** old Uncle Smith at his feet.
"No...please..."
Ignoring Uncle Smith's plea, Ling Wuzhi walked over to the tool rack to pick out the tools.
Taking advantage of Ling Wuzhi not paying attention to him, Uncle Smith's eyes slammed, he struggled to stand up from the ground, and picked up the whip that Ling Wuzhi threw on the ground.
He held the handle of the whip in one hand and tightened the end of the whip with the other.
staggered towards Ling Wuzhi who had his back turned to him, trying to strangle her neck with a whip.
One step…two steps…three steps…
When he was still half a meter away from Ling Wuzhi, Uncle Smith raised his hand——
At the moment when Uncle Smith saw hope, Ling Wuyi gave a roundabout kick and directly kicked Uncle Smith's chin, kicking him two meters away.
smiled helplessly and shook his head: "Did I say you can't wait for me to use these tools to serve you? Good don't worry, I'll let you slowly... bleed to death!"
As a killer, first of all hearing is very important.
Uncle Smith is a man with basically scumbags, not to mention that he was injured.
If Ling Wuyi couldn't even notice that someone was approaching her, would she still be worthy of being a killer?
Actually, Ling Wuyi is really fortunate that every time she enters the body of the host, she not only has the memory of the host, but also inherits all aspects of the host's abilities.
Otherwise, it would be really difficult for her to encounter a host with this identity!
Ling Wuzhi was holding two barbed hooks in her hands. She didn't know what to use, so she simply used them to beat Uncle Smith——
An hour later, Ling Wuzhi pierced Uncle Smith's throat with a dagger, sending Uncle Smith, who had been tortured beyond recognition, to the west.
After doing some stretching exercises, Ling Wuzhi yawned.
"Well it turns out that torture is also a kind of physical work"
looked down at the breathless Uncle Smith and shook his head involuntarily.
Tsk I didn't expect wow, she has such a strong taste!
While admiring his results, he removed the two messy ponytails on his head.
rubbed his head, and ripped his skirt a bit.
Smeared some blood on Uncle Smith's body and smeared it on his skirt.
Feeling almost done, Ling Wuzhi tilted his head: "Mr. Smith, let's go!"
adjusted his state, Ling Wuzhi opened the door in a panic and ran out.
After a while, all the bodyguards in the manor gathered around.
Ling Wuzhi trembled and shouted, "Mr. Smith he... he..."
If was vague, the bodyguards ignored Ling Wuwei, and everyone rushed to the room to see Uncle Smith.
Ling Wuxiao hooked her lips and walked quickly to the parking place.
There were also several bodyguards in suits standing next to the car. Seeing Ling Wuzhi approaching, he was knocked unconscious by Ling Wuzhi with a knife before he had time to react.
Looking at the driver who was lying on the ground, Ling Wuyi bent down to get the car keys, and muttered, "Cut it's useless to return the bodyguards of important state officials"
Dumping the car keys in his hand, Ling Wuzhi didn't waste time, got in the car quickly, drove the car as fast as possible, and flew out of the manor.
When the bodyguards saw Uncle Smith lying in a pool of blood, they reacted to catch the murderer.
It's a pity that when they go out, there is still Ling Wuwei's shadow!
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