Lin Xiaotian opened his eyes, held the dragon scales in his hands, and hid behind the door quietly like a ghost.
Puff puff puff As soon as the door opened a crack, a pistol with a silencer fired three shots at the body where Lin Xiaotian had just been lying.
Two shots to the chest, one to the head, standard killer tactics.
After the gunfire, a strong white man in a suit and leather shoes tiptoed into the room.
The moment he walked into the room, Lin Xiaotian's body clung to his like a shadow, and the dragon scales gently rested on his neck.
"Who sent you here?"
Lin Xiaotian asked in Russian.
The big white man didn't look back, he just stood there blankly for a while, and then his body fell limply.
His neck was cut off by the sharp edge of the dragon scale, and half of it was cut off.
Strange bright red blood splashed out, leaving a trace in the air.
Salsa's voice.
"Fuck you actually committed suicide by taking poison?"
Lin Xiaotian waved the dragon scales in his hand angrily.
There are not many people in this world who are not afraid of death, but there are not many people who leave poison in their mouths and are ready to commit suicide at any time, because it is stupid to do so.
Don't look at the TV shows where agents or dead soldiers put potassium cyanide in their teeth and bite them to commit suicide when they are captured by the enemy.
That is actually nonsense.
Think about it, the teeth are filled with poison.
If you are accidentally hit in the face by an enemy, wouldn't it be fatal on the spot?
Therefore, most killers and death warriors in reality store poison in ring poison needles, which can be used to kill or commit suicide.
But the white killer obviously put poison in his mouth, which made Lin Xiaotian careless and let him commit suicide successfully.
After the killer died, Lin Xiaotian lost interest in sleeping.
He turned on the TV and watched boringly the Tsarist-style love action movies unique to Tsarist hotels.
Yeah, unique style.
It's much rougher than the United States.
Of course, it can't be compared with the United States.
After watching the film, Lin Xiaotian did not go through the killer's clothes to look for clues.
Because he knew very well that a person who was so determined to commit suicide would probably not leave any useful clues on his body.
In the morning, just after dawn, Dongfang Ren knocked on the door.
When he saw the corpse on the ground, Dongfang Ren frowned and asked in surprise: "Who is it?"
Lin Xiaotian said vaguely while eating Tsarist Russian black bread: "Phuket Island" "It shouldn't be from Menshak Ilyich Kampov.
He has no reason to send people to kill you," Dongfang Ren said coldly.
Lin Xiaotian shrugged and said nothing, concentrating on the food on the table.
Dongfang Ren couldn't help laughing when he saw this: "You have a good appetite."
After taking a nice sip of vodka, Lin Xiaotian said happily: "I'm not like you.
I have to eat vegetarian food to maintain my health before taking action, so as not to release the smell.
I am very good at enjoying life.
Why don't you have some?"
Dongfang Ren shook his head: "You also said that we were vegetarian before taking action."
"This is your loss.
Although the food of Tsarist Russia is not as exquisite as that of France, it has its own flavor."
Lin Xiaotian was still feasting.
Dongfang Ren wanted to say something, but his expression suddenly changed.
He stood up and came to the door, slowly drawing out the sword from behind. bang bang bang There was a soft knock on the door, and a Russian female voice came: "Room service, guest."
Before she could finish her words, the long sword in Dongfang Ren's hand had already stabbed out like lightning, directly piercing the wooden door panel. puff The Tsarist woman behind the door was stabbed directly through the eye socket by a long sword.
Her body shook violently, and a pistol with a silencer slipped to the ground.
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"Hey, you don't know how to show mercy to women.
What if you kill the wrong person?"
Lin Xiaotian shouted loudly.
"The footsteps of the two men were steady and powerful, and I heard the sound of the two men turning on the safety of their pistols.
There is absolutely no mistake in killing them," Dongfang Ren explained seriously.
"I mean, what if you kill the person who knows the information?"
Lin Xiaotian continued.
Dongfang Ren paused when he heard the words and took a deep look at Lin Xiaotian.
Then he flashed and hid on the left side of the door. bang bang bang bang Almost at the moment he dodged, the wooden door was riddled with holes from automatic rifles.
Countless bullets poured into the room, shooting all the furniture in the room to pieces.
Among the countless flying debris, Lin Xiaotian was still cutting the Russian bacon leisurely with a knife and fork, as if he had not seen the bullet that was only one or two meters away from him.
Dongfang Ren, who was on the side of the door, had a cold light in his eyes, and the long sword in his hand was fiercely inserted into the wall.
The hollow brick wall looked like tofu in front of the sharp sword, which was easily pierced.
The sharp blade of the long sword grazed the ear of the gunman outside the door, causing the gunman to break into a cold sweat.
Just as he was about to shoot at the wall, he heard a crisp metallic buzz in his ears, and the long sword trembled slightly, snap.
A slap was slapped on his neck, and he felt his vision go dark before he lost consciousness and fell to the ground.
Dongfang Ren's attack is so simple and crude.
When the miserable gunman woke up, he found that all the muscles in his limbs had been severed.
He seemed to feel a little uncomfortable in his mouth.
He vomited twice, but found that he had spit out some blood mixed with his teeth.
He raised his head in panic and saw a Chinese young man wearing a napkin, elegantly cutting Tsarist Russian aspic.
"I like Tsarist Russian food very much.
It's rough and simple, especially this Russian-style aspic.
The cake is crystal clear, fragrant but not irritating.
It's easy to get addicted."
The Chinese youth put the aspic into his mouth with a look of enjoyment on his face. appearance.
The gunman gritted his teeth and said nothing.
He wanted to commit suicide but found that there was no way.
He could only close his eyes and pretend not to understand Chinese.
"Oh, you are going to toast me instead of eating the fine wine.
The knife and fork in my hand can cut Tsarist Russian meat jelly, and it can also cut Tsarist Russian steak.
Speaking of which, I have only eaten Tsarist Russian women before, and I have never eaten Tsarist Russian men.
Men are strong.
The meat from the heart must be very chewy."
The Chinese young man had elegant dining etiquette, but he said something that made the shooter's hair stand on end.
Seeing the glistening aspic on the Chinese young man's knife and fork, the gunman felt a chill in his back and felt nauseated.
He was not afraid of death, but that didn't mean he wasn't afraid of being eaten.
Facing this man-eating demon, he was really scared.
He didn't doubt the words of this Chinese young man.
Just looking at the swordsman's killing without blinking an eye, this These two people are not kind-hearted people.
He now regrets very much and regrets why he took this mission.
"I'll tell you whatever you want to know," the gunman said in awkward Chinese.
Tsarist Russia is adjacent to China.
China's economy has developed rapidly in recent years, and many Tsarist Russians have learned Chinese.
"Oh, it's difficult if you understand Chinese.
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Although I want to eat a Russian man, I don't want to eat a Russian who understands Chinese."
The Chinese young man frowned and murmured.
"Don't eat me.
I'll tell you the truth.
I'll tell you everything."
For the first time, the gunman felt that learning Chinese was the right thing to do.
"Then tell me, who sent you to assassinate me?"
The Chinese youth cut the delicacies skillfully without any intention of stopping.
When the gunman saw the Chinese youth's movements, he felt chills all over his body and said urgently: "We are members of the White Fox Killer Organization, and we have come to kill you on the order of Miss Alexeyevna."
"Who is Alexeyevna?"
the Chinese young man asked slightly impatiently.
The gunman was a little surprised that there were people in Tsarist Russia who didn't know Alexeyevna's name.
But when he saw the deep eyes of the Chinese young man, he couldn't help but lower his head timidly.
He always felt that the Chinese young man in front of him looked at him as if he were looking at a plate of food, which made his hair stand on end.
"Miss Alexeyevna is Peter the Great's right-hand man and the most powerful woman in the Forest City," the gunman said tremblingly.
The Chinese young man smiled coldly and said calmly: "I am very satisfied with your answer, especially the fact that you understand Chinese language, so I will not eat you."
Just as a look of relief flashed across the gunman's eyes, he felt a chill on the back of his neck and his body completely lost consciousness.
"Cuckoo" The gunman's throat twitched several times, a large amount of blood oozed from his nose and mouth, and he gradually lost his breath.
The ogre Chinese youth is naturally Lin Xiaotian.
"Haha, it seems that there is also a factional dispute under Peter the Great.
Through Kampov's relationship, I came to Tsarist Russia to meet Peter the Great, but I became a thorn in the side of another faction."
Lin Xiaotian's lips raised a playful smile.
The factional wars between big forces are even more cruel than the struggle against the enemy.
The enemy can be conquered and exploited, but the rival factions can only fight to the death.
Since this Alexeyevna and Menshak Ilyichkampov did not deal with each other, it is not surprising that they arranged spies for each other and knew which hotel they were staying in.
Dongfang Ren shook off the blood on the long sword and said in a deep voice: "Alexeyevna is a Chinese expert, who calls herself Ice Rakshasa.
She is a very difficult femme fatale.
She rose quickly under Peter the Great.
She has controlled half of the forest city in five or six years, and is known as the daughter of Peter.
She is ruthless and unscrupulous in doing things."
The headquarters of Ksitigarbha Seven Kills is adjacent to Tsarist Russia, so Dongfang Ren knows the forces and top figures of Tsarist Russia relatively well.
Lin Xiaotian nodded thoughtfully.
So far, the people sent by Menshak Ilyich Kampov have not shown up.
Instead, it is the killer hired by Alexeyevna.
It can be seen from this Alexeyevna's power in the Forest City was stronger than that of Menshak Ilyichkampov.
Thinking of this, Lin Xiaotian raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said lazily: "Brother Dongfang, it's a rare trip to the forest city.
Are you interested in exploring around?"
Things in Tsarist Russia were more complicated than expected.
Lin Xiaotian was not in a hurry to meet Peter the Great, the tycoon of Tsarist Russia.
He wanted to understand the situation first.
Although Dongfang Ren didn't like intrigues, he could still see Lin Xiaotian's thoughts and said thoughtfully: "You want to take advantage of the conflict between the two of you?"
Lin Xiaotian smiled and said: "If the water is clear, there will be no fish.
Since Tsarist Russia is a pool of muddy water, I don't mind making it muddy."
Dongfang Ren nodded indifferently: "These things are up to you.
Just tell me when you need to kill people."
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He came to Tsarist Russia with Lin Xiaotian entirely out of brotherly loyalty.
Lin Xiaotian's thoughts were exactly where his sword pointed.
Lin Xiaotian laughed and hugged Dongfang Ren's shoulders: "Since my good brother came to Tsarist Russia for loyalty, there is no reason why he should not experience Tsarist Russia's famous underground black boxing tour and take you to the underground boxing ring."
When he heard about the underground boxing ring, Dongfang Ren's eyes lit up.
He was a martial arts fanatic, and this kind of fierce fighting situation suited him best.
Lin Xiaotian and Dongfang Ren were strolling around leisurely, but Menschak Ilyichkampov was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.
He waited for Lin Xiaotian to arrive, and then waited for Lin Xiaotian to arrive.
Finally, regardless of his identity, he dialed Lin Xiaotian's phone number, only to find that Lin Xiaotian's phone was turned off.
What worried him even more was that his men sent word that three bodies were found in the hotel room where Lin Xiaotian stayed.
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