I have ten trillion licking dog gold

A dark and depressing basement.

The only source of light is a few light bulbs hanging overhead, and they are suspended by wires. If they are touched or blown by the slightest wind, they will probably sway from side to side, and are extremely unreliable.

Fortunately, this is a basement and there are no vents.

Several incandescent lamps tried hard to emit light, fighting against the darkness, but perhaps because the wattage was not enough, the effect was not significant, and part of the light was blocked by human figures, leaving shadows on the ground.

Xu Kuan couldn't help but raise his hand and cover his nose.

Without him.

Even he felt that the smell here was too strong.

"It should be impossible to pry anything out of their mouths."

Du Enqin next to him was obviously a woman, but her reaction was calmer than Xu Kuan. She looked at the several crosses leaning against the wall with a normal expression, as if she was not affected at all by the strong smell of blood in the air.

That's right.

This basement is not a storage room. It does not contain abandoned tables and chairs or grain or rice. Instead, it has several crosses standing upright.

Ok.

The kind that crucified Jesus.

of course.

This is not a filming location for European and American horror movies, nor is it a cult den, nor is it set up like an exorcism ceremony, but there are indeed people tied to several crosses.

And he is scarier than a ghost.

  Who is Xu Kuan?

If we judge from the perspective of civilization, he can definitely be said to be full of evil. However, when he looked at these people who were tightly fixed on the cross, his eyes showed a slight fluctuation.

Maybe it's because he hasn't dealt with such things personally for too long.

It may also be because the appearance of these people is indeed too terrifying.

Although it can be seen that it is a human, it actually no longer looks like a human. Its eyeballs have been pierced, all ten fingers have been cut off, its nose has been cut in half, its upper body is covered with scars from burns from irons, its kneecaps have been dug out, and it is unknown how many intact bones are left in its body.

  How can we pry things out in this situation?

"Boss Du, you are joking. How can a dead person speak?"

Horror movies are fiction.

But real scenes can sometimes be scarier than horror movies.

"They're not dead yet."

Hearing the answer, Xu Kuan couldn't help but turn his head.

"Don't get me wrong, Mr. Xu. They are not dead. They can live for at least another six hours."

Du Enqin calmly made his statement, or explanation.

Six hours left to live.

It is really calm.

And it's accurate.

How much experience does it take to make such an accurate judgment?

Wei Hong, who was never seen alive or dead, should actually feel fortunate.

Death is not the most terrible thing.

Being shot to death by Wei Yi might be a relief.

Xu Kuan wanted to laugh, but he couldn't. He was definitely not scared, but he was still a little upset inside.

People who can survive in Myanmar, and live well, need more than just adaptable means to take advantage of the situation.

At least you have to have the same psychological qualities as a forensic doctor.

If it were an ordinary person, not to mention the visual sensory stimulation, the disgusting and strong smell of blood in the air alone would probably cause physical discomfort.

“But they can’t talk, either.”

Xu Kuan said softly.

  Who could have imagined that there would be such a place under a hotel?

As for whether these people could still talk, Du Enqin did not deny it, "I will give the information I got to Mr. Xu for review later."

Xu Kuan nodded.

These "people" on the cross were almost all local officials of the Allied Forces.

But it's unfortunate.

They fell into Wei Yi's hands and were handed over to Du Enqin.

This is the cruelty of war.

Too many innocent people have become victims.

"Boss Du often handles things here?"

Xu Kuan asked something off topic.

"Generally, the more difficult problems are dealt with here. It's quiet here."

Du Enqin's answer was humorous and witty.

Xu Kuan has no prejudice against women, but at this moment, in this situation, it is inevitable that he will question the other party's mental state.

"I want to know how Boss Du dealt with these people afterwards?"

"What is Mr. Xu worried about?"

Du Enqin tilted her head and smiled.

Fortunately, it was Xu Kuan.

If it were someone else, they would probably scream out of fear.

Xu Kuan said nothing.

"Mr. Xu, Peace Hotel is a serious hotel. Whether it is the cleanliness of the environment or the safety of the food ingredients, they are all first-class."

Ok.

I'm thinking of something.

Xu Kuan was a little worried that some scenes from movies would appear. Because he had a job, he didn't stay in the Peace Hotel as long as Mr. Jiang, but he had dined in the hotel quite a few times.

There is a difference between a cruel and evil person and a pervert.

No matter how evil a person is, there will be taboos.

Xu Kuan did not doubt that the other party would deceive him. Just as he was relieved, he heard: "But next I plan to add some food to the refugees outside. What do you think, Mr. Xu?"

Since the outbreak of the Allied Civil War, prices have skyrocketed. Many poor people or those who want to get a bargain have come here to block the door of the Peace Hotel and ask for help.

It's a bit like moral kidnapping.

However, the Peace Hotel did live up to its founding philosophy, assumed corporate responsibility, and played the role of a large hotel. Not only did it not take the opportunity to fuel price hikes and make huge profits, it also provided three free meals a day to refugees.

Eating lots of fish and meat is naturally out of the question.

It’s just dry food or porridge like steamed buns, dumplings, corn, etc.

And from what Du Enqin said, she was planning to add some meat dishes?

"Rice supply in the restaurant is a bit tight, so we need to save as much as possible."

Although Du Enqin is keen on doing good deeds, she does not disregard her own interests.

Xu Kuan was silent for a moment.

In some places, every citizen is a soldier.

In some places, everyone is guilty.

Moreover.

He is not the kind of person who would meddle in other people's affairs.

"This is Mr. Du's own business. Mr. Du can make his own decision. I have no opinion."

Du Enqin pursed her lips and smiled.

Xu Kuan took one last look at the person tied to the cross.

"Go up."

Washington.

A private hospital.

On the same day, luxury cars drove into the hospital gate one after another. Bodyguards opened the doors and the passengers who got out were all celebrities, politicians, tycoons, and energy giants...

Although these upper-class dignitaries had different identities, they coincidentally entered the same hospital building and visited the same ward.

A place where a bunch of big shots who are busy with all kinds of things gather together is definitely not an ordinary place. This hospital may not be well-known worldwide, but it is well-known in the circles at the top of the pyramid, especially in terms of heart disease, which is second to none in the world today.

"This old man is really lucky. He was able to be saved."

The girl who had just finished the visit couldn't help but mutter before she even walked into the elevator.

A striped catwalk-style top with thin straps, a hip-hugging miniskirt, and a pair of shiny embossed shoes on her graying legs. It's obvious that she's trying hard to look sexy and mature.

of course.

She is sexy as hell.

But maturity is not necessarily the case.

"Vera, keep your voice down, or you might hear us."

The girl with her exposed her age. Although she was equally fashionable and elegant, her round face still had a bit of baby fat. Plus, white people look older, so it was unclear whether she was an adult or not.

"I heard it. You're over eighty years old. Haven't you lived enough?" Having said that, Miss Vera still lowered her voice. She might be willful, but she was definitely not stupid, otherwise she would not have accepted the arrangement and wasted time making this trip.

She is very busy now.

After entering the elevator, the round-faced girl next to him who also had a prominent surname became much bolder and couldn't help but agree, "Yeah, he's over 80 and still getting married, and the girl he married is younger than his granddaughter. How can he not have health problems?"

"What man isn't lustful? This old man just has a unique quirk. He likes lolis like you."

Vera habitually reached out to pinch the other person's face, but was slapped away.

"I'm two months older than you!"

Vera didn't care. "Apart from age, how do you look older than me?"

The round-faced girl subconsciously lowered her eyes and glanced at her full and firm breasts. She was speechless and said angrily, "What's there to be proud of? Aren't they just two pieces of meat? I can make them as big as you want."

"Then go ahead."

People are divided into groups.

The fact that they can play together proves that the round-faced girl is definitely not innocent, and appearances are deceptive at best.

She was not provoked and straightened her small hill which was indeed insignificant in comparison.

"Why should I go? Wouldn't it be tiring to walk so far? It's a burden!"

Look.

A counterattack was launched immediately.

"hehe."

Vera just smiled and didn't continue to attack the other party.

"Ding."

The elevator door opens.

The two women walked out.

"Vera, do you like Martin or not?"

asked the girl named Rockefeller.

"do not like."

Vera is understated, blunt and simple.

"Then can you refuse him?"

asked Rockefeller Jr.

Vera walked out of the hospital building without stopping, "I have rejected him countless times."

"But you didn't refuse firmly enough!"

Miss Rockefeller said as she followed.

Not resolute enough?

How more resolute can you be?

of course.

With Vera's personality, she didn't bother to waste her breath on further explanations and asked, "Do you like Martin?"

"Like it."

Miss Rockefeller said without hesitation, "Vera, don't you know it very well?"

"Then why are you still dating that Patton?"

"Because Martin ignored me."

Miss Rockefeller's answer was both reasonable and speechless.

"Then why do you care about him?"

Vera said casually.

In the liberal democratic West, such ideas are extremely common, especially among the upper classes.

"Because my favorite is still Martin."

"You like his guns, don't you?"

Vera didn't know if it was a double entendre or not, but her number one bootlicker, Master Martin, was the son of the founder of the military-industrial complex Martin Fak Company. Whoever married Master Martin would have the opportunity and qualifications to get involved in this super arms group.

Unfortunately, Master Martin is too infatuated and cannot tolerate anyone else in his eyes.

It seems that all bootlickers are like this.

After all, if there are many people licking you, you are no longer a licker, but a fucking sea king.

"Vera, I like him! Don't talk nonsense!"

A shy blush appeared on Miss Rockefeller's round face. Regardless of whether Vera meant something or not, she must have thought it wrong.

Being a dog licker is actually not worthy of ridicule.

Because a bootlicker may also be the white moonlight in the eyes of others.

For example, Master Martin, who has an exceptional background and appearance.

Although he is ordered around by Vera and never gets tired of it, he is also the prince charming in the eyes of many Western socialites.

Arriving at the parking lot, Miss Rockefeller opened the car door and got in the car, which was extremely inconsistent with her image.

The classic black and white color combination makes this car very visually appealing. Coupled with the body with a full sense of lines, it is enough to make this top supercar, which may not be so well-known, the focus of attention in any occasion.

Worth 70 million.

Ok.

Not even a small goal.

"Om..."

The engine emits a blood-pumping roar, which is the romance unique to the mechanical industry. No matter how advanced the tram is, it is difficult to bring such passion.

Miss Rockefeller held the steering wheel with one hand, but when she drove out of the parking space, she found that her best friend's car did not move.

"Vera?"

She looked out the car window.

Among the giant lizards, Vera made a gesture, indicating that she should go first.

Miss Rockefeller did not dawdle, after all, she had a date later.

The windows go up.

Fenir Wolf King, who usually only appears in online videos or car magazines, roared and left.

In the lower-lying Silvey lizard, Vera looked at the hospital building she had just visited in the distance with a cold look in her eyes, then took out her cell phone and made a call.

It was connected just when it was about to be automatically disconnected.

No one spoke over there.

"Thanks to you, another beast was saved."

Sitting alone in the car, Vera's words were more direct.

Miss Vera may have many flaws in her character, but at least she has a clear distinction between love and hate.

The old guy who attracted so many dignitaries to visit him was indeed a scum. It's not that he liked young girls. It's normal for men to like young women and it's not surprising at all. But the old guy who had just successfully completed a heart surgery liked a girl who was too young.

Even young children.

In fact, it's not just him. Many well-dressed bigwigs have similar pathological habits. Related news has been reported many times, but because of their power and status, they all ended in vain.

"Cynthia, don't you feel any guilt at all? Or do you think you have no responsibility at all? Look at what those people did."

Vera spoke eloquently, as always.

"what are you saying?"

It should not be playing dumb, but the nobles are meddling in other people's business.

"Einstein, the heart surgery was a great success. This absolute beast can live a few more years."

The other side should have heard it clearly, but there was no response.

"Any thing else."

“Cynthia, don’t you think you are responsible?”

"Is it related to you?"

Vera was asked back.

"How is it okay? I almost vomited in there just now!"

Yes.

Isn't this an influence?

Vera was disgusted and her pretty face turned cold. "You don't care, right? Then I will take care of it!"

After saying that, Vera hung up the phone, threw it aside, and started the giant lizard.

"Buzz!"

The big lizard drifted out of the warehouse, and left with a smooth tail swing. (End of this chapter)