latent body

Chapter 82
"I've never seen you before."

"I'm sure we never had anything to do with each other."

"I don't understand, what do you want from me?"

One question after another, the fear in Fang Jialiang's heart gradually deepened over time, swallowing up the little bud of ecstasy that had just emerged from the depths of his consciousness, and the psychology of horror and extreme fear of death quickly fermented, becoming the only thing that ruled the brain. idea.

"...It's really not a big deal. I...I just want to get to know you...well, yes, to get to know you."

Fang Jialiang is indeed an old fritter who has been in the dandy circle for too long.He endured the pain and quickly found a seemingly logical reason.

At least it seemed so to him.

Suddenly there was a loud "bang", Ling Zihan pulled the trigger again, the gale pistol spewed out flames, and the bullet roared like a thunder and shot into Fang Jialiang's right leg, he bounced off the sofa like an electric shock, the whole mechanical leg shattered into pieces to the pounding glass.

"what!"

Fang Jialiang has never had such a painful experience.He lay on the ground and let out a scream that didn't sound like a human voice, as if he wanted to expel all the air in his lungs with the pain and howling.

"You bloody bastard.",

"I...I'm going to kill you."

"You can't escape, I must kill you!"

Ling Zihan turned a deaf ear to these vicious curses.He reached out to pick up the bottled wine on the table and looked at it carefully, as if his career was not a violent option such as mercenary, wilderness hunter, private detective, etc., but a very noble one, exclusive to the upper class of this era Wine connoisseur.

The wine that can appear in the private room of a young man like Fang Jialiang is naturally valuable, and it is not comparable to the crude and inferior products like cassava wine.

A single bottle of them sells for at least five gold dollars.

Ling Zihan opened the backpack, with the sincerity and stability of a countryman, picked up the unopened bottles of wine on the table, and carefully packed them in.

Yes, the countryman... Honest and honest, never spend money recklessly, a countryman who would break a steel penny in half.

The bodyguard in black opened his mouth and stared blankly.

After being with Fang Jialiang for so many years, it was the first time he saw someone stealing in this way in such an occasion... No, it was not theft, but robbery.

Fang Jialiang's screams gradually subsided, replaced by heavy gasps.

Ling Zihan picked up the exquisite ashtray and looked at it for a few seconds, then stuffed this beautiful trophy into his backpack with admiring eyes, then turned to Fang Jialiang who was lying on his side on the ground, and asked with a smile, "Have you called enough?"

Fang Jialiang's eyes were already bloodshot, he felt extreme anger and resentment in the panic, and said through gritted teeth: "You can't escape, I promise, I will kill you."

Ling Zihan drew the gun again, aimed at his other leg and pulled the trigger.

After the gunshots, the room was filled with thick gunpowder smoke.

Ling Zihan picked up the purse that Fang Jialiang had left on the sofa, untied the tether to look through it, and explained the facts without raising his head: "You still have one last chance, if you still maintain your current attitude, I will shoot and smash it into pieces." Your shoulder. After this, I'll cut off your head and sell it to the United Medical Society."

Fang Jialiang trembled all over when he heard that, he tried his best to control his emotions, and made a trill that was useless for composure: "You...how dare you..."

There were more than 200 gold coins in the leather purse, which made Ling Zihan very satisfied.He put away the money bag, turned around and looked at Fang Jialiang, who was half dead and dilapidated like metal trash, and said with a faint smile, "I'm not the kind of person you imagined. I will do anything for money. So don't follow me. I am talking about morality and law."

"Since you're bothering me, you should think that I will take revenge."

As he said that, Ling Zihan put the pistol into the holster, stretched out the five fingers of his right hand, and a ball of flames the size of a football suddenly appeared.

Fang Jialiang opened his mouth wide, staring at the ball of orange burning energy.

The black-clothed bodyguard who was about to make a move at a critical moment completely lost his mind.At this moment, he even had the urge to kneel down to Ling Zihan and worship on the spot.

Outside the open private room door, countless onlookers were either shocked on the spot, or exclaimed in unison.

"My God, what's in his hand? Is it fire?"

"Supernatural beings... I always thought their existence was just a legend, but I didn't expect to see it with my own eyes today."

"Who is in the private room? Who is this guy?"

The noisy human voice is getting louder.

Most of the onlookers are puzzled, after all, the existence of supernatural beings is too far away from them, and they are also out of the normal scope of life.Although the Internet still exists in the underground world, in terms of information and the amount of information in various aspects, the richness is far inferior to that of the old era, and very few people know the word "supernatural person".

A few guys who understood the seriousness of the situation suddenly changed their expressions, quietly retreated to the back of the crowd, and slowly moved towards the bar door.

The black-clothed bodyguard looked terrified. Although he maintained a barely calm standing posture, he couldn't help but began to tremble.

Ling Zihan spread his legs and looked down at Fang Jialiang who was lying on the ground.

"I won't kill you." He repeated what he said before, pulled out his fighting knife, and used the tip of the knife to smear too much skin care products on the opponent's face, poked lightly on the soft and smooth face, and pierced a Quickly floods the bright red depression of the metal tip.

"Let's go now! I only want your head, not your body." Ling Zihan put the blade horizontally on Fang Jialiang's neck, and cut twice with a little force. The tactile sensation of layer rupture is so clear, and then expands and extends to the brain, creating a fear that is countless times stronger than before.

He is going to kill me.

He is by no means as simple as what he said.

He was making this terrible thing a reality... no, it should be put into action.

"No, you can't do this."

"Let me go...don't kill me."

"Stop it, don't do this. I'll give you whatever you want. Don't kill me!"

Fang Jialiang was terribly frightened, and his strong sense of survival pushed him to scream desperately.

Ling Zihan stopped cutting and asked seriously, "What can you give me?"

"What do you want?" Fang Jialiang spoke quickly, and he had never thought so quickly before.He knew very well that this was the only correct answer, and it was also the most satisfactory answer for the other party.

Ling Zihan smiled, not like the devil-like coldness before, but genuinely satisfied.

"How much can you give me?" He paused: "Or should I say, how much do you think you are worth?"

"The only money I can take out now is four thousand gold dollars." Panting heavily, Fang Jialiang hastily explained: "There is no grievance or enmity between you and me, everything is caused by that bastard Luo Biao."

"I promise, everything I said is the truth."

Ling Zihan stared at Fang Jialiang's face smeared beyond recognition with blood, sweat and dirt, feeling relieved.

This is similar to his previous guess that Luo Biao is the cause of all the problems.

"Okay, just follow what you said just now, four thousand gold dollars. Give me the money first." Ling Zihan has always been a very realistic person.

He didn't lie to Yang Yan, he came here today to "collect the bill".

The many damaged wounds Fang Jialiang shot at you twitched repeatedly, producing more and more intense pain.

He knows very well that now is by no means the time to bargain.As long as he can live and save his life, no matter how outrageous the other party's conditions are, he must accept them honestly.

What's more, Ling Zihan's request was not too much. He said four thousand gold dollars, and he only wanted this amount.

The bodyguard picked up the severed limb that had been blown off and flew to that position from the corner of the room, followed Fang Jialiang's instructions to open the laptop, entered the account number and password, picked up the index finger that was still intact from the front of the severed limb, pointed it at the fingerprint recognition window, and pressed hard. go.

The transfer is complete.

Looking at the newly added numbers in his personal account, Ling Zihan once again showed a charming smile.

"It seems that we have reached a settlement." He reached out and grabbed Fang Jialiang's broken shoulder, straightened his body from the ground, and asked seriously: "Do you want to go to the hospital now? Or should I send you home?"

The tone of the boy who blocked the school gate in the old days and bullied the lower grade students to "pluck hair" was exactly the same as him.

"...Go to my place!" Fang Jialiang lost too much blood, he feels bad now, dying, but a strong life support system can ensure that the survival period of the brain is extended to 48 hours.

Ling Zihan didn't speak, and looked into it with his eyes.

Fang Jialiang tried his best to raise his head, and glanced at the black-clothed bodyguard standing opposite him: "He knows the location, follow him."

Now the situation is as bad as it gets.Fang Jialiang completely lost the idea of ​​playing tricks.

He has his own repair workshop.

You can't go to a place like a hospital. It won't bring any benefit except letting more people know about your embarrassment.

It can be seen that this young supernatural person is the kind of person who does anything for money.

He has received the money, which means that he has been guaranteed security.

……

Fang Jialiang's private residence is not far from the bar.

Two hours later, soaked in the liquid culture chamber, he felt rejuvenated.Although the installation of hands, feet and limbs has not been completed, the reconnected biological tissues have begun to function, and the brain's thinking ability has become normal.

He offered to meet Ling Zihan and have an interview with him.

The decoration style of the reception room is not luxurious, it can even be said to be simple and low-key.This changed Ling Zihan's view of Fang Jialiang to a certain extent.

"I always thought you were a very extravagant person." Sitting on a chair, looking at Fang Jialiang reclining in the liquid culture cabin opposite, Ling Zihan said with deep meaning.

"Money is a good thing, but how to use it depends on the situation." Fang Jialiang's face was pale, and he was recovering.

(End of this chapter)