Peach Luck Unparalleled

Because of the rapid disappearance of vitality, Ramos, who was in a flashback, unexpectedly got rid of the shackles of the holding spell.

However, even so, there is no possibility for him to continue.

His throat was severed, but he still stretched out a trembling hand, pointed at Isabella, and said in a vague tone, "King Fei Lie will definitely kill you to avenge me."

The beautiful instructor smiled coldly: "Maybe, but you will never see that day. You should feel honored, because you are the first blood to die at my hands."

Ramos tilted his head and died.

"Sasha, I think it's better for us to be more cautious." Qin Feng suggested.

"Careful, what do you mean?" The beautiful instructor didn't quite understand.

He didn't explain anything, but demonstrated everything with practical actions. He took out an armor-piercing bomb with a remote fuze and placed it under the dead body.

When the armor-piercing projectile explodes, it can produce a high-temperature metal jet, and even a thick tank armor can be burned with a big hole, let alone a human body.

The beautiful instructor gave a thumbs up and said, "Sure enough, it is a prudent approach. However, only high-level vampires have the ability to regenerate, and it takes a complicated process, so your approach is somewhat unnecessary."

"Hey, be careful, it's not a big mistake!" He took out the remote control and said, "If this guy's ghost persists, I'm not afraid of him haunting me, because I didn't kill him."

Isabella's pretty face darkened: "You mean, his wronged soul will definitely haunt me, right?"

First Young Master Qin said with a sneer: "That's definitely not the meaning. I'm worried that his wronged soul will go to find his master. If we do this, we will be exposed!"

Regarding his fallacious reasoning, the beautiful instructor said Ya Lishan was great.

The two flew high into the sky, and as the red button was pressed, the armor-piercing bomb exploded, and Ramos' body was blown into countless pieces, and then burned to ashes by the high temperature.

The two flew towards the pyramid in a tacit understanding, and the next task was to interrogate.

When the old man came out from the tripod, the effect of the fixing spell was still there. Young Master Qin tied him to a chair and poured a basin of cold water on it.

This approach is not to end the holding spell, but to represent the beginning of the interrogation.

Isabella was sitting not far away, playing with a dagger in her hand, looking very leisurely.

Young Master Qin walked over, grabbed the old man's hair, and said with a smile: "Old man, I know you can hear me, so listen carefully, as long as you can give me a satisfactory answer, I will consider letting you go." A way out. Of course, you can also choose not to cooperate, I have a thousand ways to get you to speak, but you may suffer a little."

The old man was terrified. In his impression, Ramos was almost invincible. Except for his master, King Ferrell, no one was his opponent.

But now, from the leisurely expressions of the two, it is not difficult to see that Ramos must be in danger.

With the passage of time, his body gradually regained consciousness, and Qin Feng caught this subtle change in time.

"Then make a statement." He snorted.

The old man was short of breath, lost control of his body for such a long time, and suddenly recovered, which made him very uncomfortable.

"What do you want to know?" he gasped.

Qin Dashao smiled: "The first question, your name and responsibilities, I hope you choose to cooperate, and everyone can get what they need, isn't it?"

The so-called taking what they need means that Qin Feng gets the corresponding information, the old man gets a chance to survive, everyone is smart, and some things need not be said too clearly.

"My name is Weeks, and I am 68 years old." The old man replied, and then said: "As for my responsibilities, you should be very clear. I am the person in charge of the Angel of Death. This is our headquarters. My work includes: Accept tasks and assign tasks."

"Who is responsible for training killers?" First Young Master Qin asked again.

Weeks shook his head and said: "I don't know anything that is not my responsibility, and my organization does not have any kind of intersection with executives. I just heard from some people that there are countless training grounds for the Angel of Death. There are as many as ten, distributed all over the world, and I don't even know the specific location."

Qin Feng expressed his disappointment. As a senior leader of an organization, how could he not know this.No matter how secret it is, is it still a secret to those who have access to it?

Obviously, the old man didn't intend to cooperate [-]%, and he still took chances.

"Well, anyway, I don't care about those training grounds, and I don't have the experience to destroy them one by one." He shrugged and asked again: "Who is King Ferret that Ramos is talking about?"

Willers was startled, and pretended to be calm: "He is our supreme leader, and he never dictates the organization's affairs. Every time we communicate, we use satellite phones..."

"Don't talk about those useless things, this King Fei Lie is a blood clan, right?" Qin Feng interrupted him with a sneer, and said, "Old guy, I know far more than you think, so I advise you to be the best. Be sensible, there is absolutely no possibility of you getting away with it. At the same time, I also want to warn you that if you play tricks with me, the only result will be to reduce the possibility of your survival."

Weeks was in a cold sweat. He thought that his opponent was a young man, so it would be easier to fool him, but he didn't expect to be discovered at the beginning.

Qin Feng continued: "Don't forget, I'm also a killer. I know all the ways in it."

Weeks shook his head: "I'm not lying, I promise."

"Okay, I'll trust you for now." Qin Feng asked again: "What is the relationship between the island of death and the angel of death? You can answer after you think about it."

Isabella next to her raised her ears involuntarily. She was the first person to suspect that the island of death was related to the angel of death, and she was eager to know the answer.

The old man frowned and said seriously, "These are two organizations that have nothing to do with each other. Why do you ask that..."

"Nevermind, it's okay!" He slapped him.

Snapped……

Following the crisp slap, the old man's two teeth flew out with a mouthful of blood.

bang...

Immediately afterwards, another kick kicked him to the ground, including the chair and the chair, which was extremely miserable.

Qin Feng scolded: "Old guy, don't think that I won't dare to beat you when you're getting old! It doesn't matter if you say two more organizations, just say it!"

Weeks yelled, "They really don't matter, they don't matter at all!"

Whizzing……

Two throwing knives pierced his palm and nailed them deeply into the ground.

He let out a shrill scream, and Qin Dashao obviously felt that it was not enough, so he took out two throwing knives.