Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 71 Devil Whisper
"sizzle"

The little black snake flapped its fleshy membranes and flew in mid-air, and the hissing sound of the snake made people shudder.

Directly below it, a puddle of green viscous liquid was constantly corroding the carpet, emitting a pungent stench.

The pool of liquid is the only evidence that Mellen Walker ever existed.

"Fizz!"

The little black snake hovering in mid-air suddenly made a sharp turn, and flew downstairs along the staircase door that Mellen Walker knocked open.

In a guest room on the first floor, the little black snake flew to the door, circled for a while, and suddenly neighed.

Blue lightning flashed on the black scales, and as it leaped forward, a bullet-like hole appeared on the hard guest room door, and the hole was scorched black.

"Hiss..."

In the room, a man in a windbreaker was cleaning his gun, and when he heard the hiss, he wanted to look up.

A red-white high-intensity current instantly engulfed him.

A ready-to-wear studio near the Bulgari Hotel, this street-facing store, through the glass, you can see the fabrics, hand-made sewing machines, and semi-finished clothes hanging inside.

Apparently, this atelier is one of Italy's characteristic industries, hand tailoring.

Thanks to Milan's luxury goods industry and Italy's cultural output to the world's clothing brands.

Italian luxury brands are popular all over the world, such as Prada, Gucci, Versace, Bulgari, Dolce & Gabbana, Valentino...

These well-known big names are all from Italy.

(In addition to operating the hotel industry, Bulgari is also the third-ranked jewelry brand in the world.)
A century ago, the concept of industrial production was popular in the Federation and Europe, but some craftsmen in Italy were very stubborn. They believed in tradition:

Shoes should fit your feet, clothes should fit well, and the material should be good and durable.

This completely deviates from the concept that the efficiency of large-scale industrial production is king.

Not everyone has the courage to go against the tide of the times.

This obsession with tradition has given birth to a batch of fine handcrafted brands,
Among the top ten menswear brands in the world, Italian brands account for eight.

They insist on making suits by hand without even using any sewing machines,

They believe that handmade has a unique quality.

A hand-sewn suit cannot be replicated through an industrial process.

Fitting and comfortable, a really good tailor can produce no more than a dozen pieces of clothes each year, but this has also increasingly attracted many rich people.

You get what you pay for. Take Tang and Song’s white suits as an example. The price of a set is as high as [-] to [-] US dollars. The high price is enough to discourage ordinary people.

Judging from that sewing machine, it was obvious that the tailors in this store could not reach the level of serving the top rich.

After all, the top tailors claim that 7000 stitches are all hand-sewn.

Through the glass window, one can vaguely see that there are red dots flickering on and off in the store building.

"Jeremy, something is wrong. Mellen Walker has been in for half an hour, why can't I hear any movement!"

Using the cloth in the store to prop up the gun rack, the two killers set up two sniper rifles, lay down on the ground, and aimed at the target room in the opposite hotel.

A killer turned his head, just in time to see his accomplice puffing.

He knocked the cigarette out of his accomplice's mouth, and angrily said in a low voice:
"Jeremy, how many times have I told you not to smoke on missions, it will kill you!"

By the light of the cigarette butts, one can see that Jeremy is a white young man in his 20s, with blond hair, tattoos on half of his face, nose studs on his nose, and a rebellious expression.

"Okay, Uncle, let me tell you, we might as well bombard the room with rockets!
I know an arms dealer, the army changed clothes, and he took the opportunity to buy a batch of weapons that the military had just bought out. To be honest, the sniper rifles in our hands should also be changed..."

Looking at the chattering nephew, the older killer squeezed his brows helplessly, and just wanted to educate his new nephew about the rules of the Continental Hotel.

A white light exploded in the dark room,
laugh!
His head flew straight out,

Blood sprayed into the sky, pouring Jeremy's head and face.

Feeling the sticky blood on his body and face, looking at the uncle's head thrown into his arms.

Jeremy let out a shrill, high-pitched scream, like a little girl being raped.

laugh!
Yi Dao sent the young killer to meet his uncle, Dao Feng picked up a piece of cloth and wiped the silver-plated long knife, then disappeared in the darkness, looking for the next target.

For Blade, the night is the perfect cover.

The reason why he appeared here was of course because of West.

As a local snake, the Continental Hotel's inclusion of Tang and Song in the hunting list naturally cannot be hidden from West.

Out of respect for Tang and Song's younger generation, West not only sent Blades to help out, but also sent a group of referees from the Inquisition.

…………

"Pfft..."

A killer held UZi in both hands, aimed at the armored man in front of him and pulled the trigger.

These armored men who suddenly appeared were covered with ancient Roman bronze armor and carried various cold weapons in their hands. As soon as they appeared, they attacked the killers surrounding the Bulgari Hotel.

Firearms versus cold weapons, the advantage lies with me!
This is the first reaction of many killers when they see these strong men playing Cosplay.

A joke, how many years have passed since the era of cold weapons.

However, when they really faced these strong men in bronze armor, these killers felt what it meant to be desperate.

"Puff puff…"

The two UZI magazines in his hand were emptied in an instant, and fifty rounds of bullets hit the bronze armor of the strong man in front of him firmly.

After the tinkling sound, the killer looked in despair at the white holy light glowing from the brawny bronze armor.

"God loves the world!"

Before the killer could reload, the referee of the Inquisition uttered a pious prayer, his body was covered with a layer of white holy light, and he turned sideways and ran towards the killer.

The strong man's charge was like a wild boar's charge. His elbow directly smashed the killer's chest, sending him flying more than ten meters away.

A killer wearing a one-piece leather jacket and a closed helmet, seeing that the situation was not right, twisted the accelerator and wanted to run away.

"Whoosh..."

An umpire held a bronze flail hammer the size of a human head in one hand.

Swinging the flail, the head-sized hammer with the chain directly smashed the killer and his motorcycle into the air.

"Shet, what kind of monsters are these!"

Watch as a burly man in bronze armor wields a medieval crossed sword that slices a well-known killer in half, man and gun.

Many killers who wanted to wait and see couldn't sit still any longer, and fled in all directions.

Is this what the Inquisition is all about?

Bulgari Hotel, Tang and Song Dynasties appeared on the rooftop at some point.

With his hands behind his back, he watched as a group of strong men in bronze armor slaughtered the group of killers at the Continental Hotel.

"Physical fitness, muscle strength is about [-] to [-] times that of ordinary people, and the bronze armor on his body is blessed with holy light!"

Watching a strong man wearing a glove punch a car door into a depression,

The several-ton sedan was abruptly moved four or five meters with a single punch.

Tang Song raised his eyebrows, this power is a bit inferior to digging the US team out of the ice.

He could tell that these strong men were really good in physical fitness, but the one with the best physical fitness was only [-]-[-] with the US team.

But the bronze armor and weapons they wore seemed to give them a certain increase in strength.

Enchanted, or blessed by angels, Tang and Song thought about legends about Western religions.

With a flick of his fingers, two sword pills flew out, forming two sword shadows more than ten meters long in mid-air.

The two cars that were about to attack and crash into the armored man were split into two by the sharp sword energy, revealing the shivering driver inside.

The strong man with the chain and flail in his hand glanced at Tang Song who was standing on the top of the building, and nodded to him.

Then without hesitation, he waved his flail and threw it at the two killers.

...............

At three or four o'clock in the morning, outside the Bulgari Hotel, everything was clean,

A group of men in waterproof jumpsuits and rain hoods appeared on the street in two vans.

In the presidential suite of the Bulgari Hotel, Tang and Song stood by the window, quietly watching the group of "colleagues" carry the corpses outside the hotel and clean up the scene.

"boss!"

Ryan had already taken off his body armor, still dressed as a housekeeper, standing behind Tang Song.

"Find a gold shop, order a batch of crosses, take them with you tomorrow, and go to the Vatican with me! Well, don't forget to plate a layer of silver on the outside of these crosses!"

Tang Song looked at the "scavenger" below who was busy cleaning up the corpse, rubbed his black jade finger, and said to Ryan.

"I understand, boss!" Ryan nodded!
………………

"Boss! Someone is here to visit!"

Tang and Song used breakfast,

Ryan, who was about to negotiate compensation with the Bulgari Hotel, suddenly led a person in.

Tang Song put down the chopsticks in his hand and looked at the visitor.

"Mr. Tang, hello! I'm Willie Gambino!"

Willie Gambino bent over and introduced himself to Tang Song.

"Gambino?" Tang Song repeated with a smile, looking at the Italian in suit and tie in front of him.

"Mr. Tang, I am sorry for the trouble the Gambino family has caused you. Although I am only the adopted son of the Gambino family, I am willing to take all responsibilities!"

Willie Gambino took out a check from his pocket, and handed it to Tang Song respectfully with both hands.

"This is my little thought, please accept it!"

Tang Song looked at the numbers on the check and tapped his fingers on the table.

Willie Gambino only felt that every tap of Tang Song seemed to hit him, and this tormented feeling was like a fish waiting to be slaughtered on a chopping board.

Sweat trickled down Willie Gambino's forehead to the carpet, and he didn't even dare to wipe it off.

"Are you the manager of the Continental Hotel?!"

The words that Tang Song spoke made Willie Gambino's legs go weak immediately.

"Mr. Tang, all of this is old Gambino's idea, I have withdrawn your reward from the Continental Hotel!"

Willie Gambino explained repeatedly.

He couldn't help but be afraid, as an adopted son who aspired to inherit the Gambino family, he placed many people in the Gambino estate.

Therefore, he immediately learned of the disappearance of a large number of family members including his son and grandson.

Coupled with the annihilation of a large number of killers at the Continental Hotel, Willie Gambino, no matter how stupid he was, understood what was going on.

Willie Gambino was not a fool, nor would a fool be the manager of the Continental Hotel as an adopted son of the family.

This is why he rushed to the Bulgari Hotel for the first time, compensated for the loss of the hotel, and took out almost all of his net worth.

Tang Song waved his hand and signaled Ryan to take the check in Willie's hand. He looked at Willie Gambino and asked.

"Do you want to be the patriarch of the Gambino family!"

Think, fools don't want to!
Willie Gambino almost blurted out, but when he met Tang Song's half-smiling eyes, it was like a pot of cold water poured on his head, and he immediately calmed down.

"Mr. Tang, I am only the adopted son of the family, and I am not qualified to inherit the family property!"

"Aren't they all missing?" Tang Song interrupted Willie Gambino.

"There are still some family members who are not in the manor..." Willie Gambino's voice paused, he met Tang Song's eyes, and instantly understood what he meant.

"I'll get someone to help you, to help you take the position of the patriarch of the Gambino family,"

Tang Song's words sounded in Willie Gambino's ears like the whispers of a devil.

"I think the Italian mafia has five families too much, what do you think, Mr. Godfather!"

More than an hour later, Willy Gambino walked out of the Bulgari Hotel in a trance.

(End of this chapter)