Baojian

Chapter 485

"You can also go to accompany Anthony!"

Liu Zimo knew that although the American police had always been habitually late, it was really inappropriate to delay here, so he made a wrong step and came to the two of them.

"Satan, you are Satan, you are the devil...!"

The big black man just witnessed the murder of his companion, and now he was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were torn apart. At this moment, he only hated that his belief in Jesus Christ was not so pure, and he didn't accept the cross that the pastor gave him last time.

"That's right, I am Satan, a devil who specializes in killing people..."

Liu Zimo's eyes were icy cold, his body turned slightly to the side, his right arm suddenly wrapped around the big man's neck, his left hand grabbed the man's chin, and he twisted violently to the side.

Hearing a "click", the big black man's head dropped limply. Liu Zimo loosened his right arm, and his huge body fell limply to the ground.

"No...don't kill me, don't kill me..."

Seeing Liu Zimo's cruel killing method, Barnum almost collapsed. He could no longer care about the pain in his thigh, so he pulled out the knife and kept waving it in his hand.

"I won't kill you, you commit suicide!"

Since he was a child, he had heard his grandfather tell about the bloody storms in the rivers and lakes. Liu Zimo was no less murderous than Qin Feng. He suddenly stretched out his right hand and grabbed Barnum's wrist, pulled him sharply and slashed at his neck.

"No... want..." Barnum's voice came to an abrupt end with the slash of the knife. Blood gushed out from his neck, but it happened to cut through the carotid artery.

"Damn it, my young master can also encounter such crap when he comes to pick up girls."

After solving Barnum, Liu Zimo heaved a sigh of relief. After a careful inspection of the scene, he took out his mobile phone and made a call while walking outside.

"Uncle Bai, something happened to me in Las Vegas and I killed a few people..."

Liu Zimo knew that he might be able to hide this matter from the police, but he might not be able to hide it from the local gangsters. He had to report the matter to the Hongmen headquarters. Even if there was any problem, Hongmen would come forward to settle it for him of.

"You kid came back from China, and your murderousness has grown a lot?"

The person on the opposite side obviously didn't take the death of a few people to heart, and said, "I will bring some people there tomorrow morning, don't worry..."

"Hey, thank you Uncle Bai, I feel relieved with your old words."

After hearing that person's words, Liu Zimo really let go of his heart, because Liu Zimo knew that the person on the other end of the phone was the real boss of Hongmen.

Not to mention just killing a few gangsters, more than 100 people were killed and injured that year, and the gang fight that shocked New York was planned and led by him behind the scenes. Isn't he living a very healthy life now?
"Zimo, are you alright?"

When Liu Zimo hurried back to the hotel, what he didn't expect was that he was hugged by Hua Xiaotong as soon as he entered the room.

"It's okay, what can I do?"

A sense of happiness surged into his heart instantly, Liu Zimo actually felt that the bottleneck of kung fu had been loosened, and couldn't help but thank those dead ghosts in his heart.

"It's good that it's okay, are you taking advantage of my aunt?"

Hua Xiaotong, who came back to his senses, found that he was actually hugging Liu Zimo, and couldn't help stepping on his feet, causing Liu Zimo to fall from heaven to hell.

"Okay, you two stop fighting."

Looking at this happy couple, Meng Yao shook her head helplessly, and said, "Liu Zimo, you...you killed someone, so nothing will happen?"

Meng Yao grew up in that kind of environment in China, and she has never been exposed to the dark side. In her opinion, murder is a very serious crime, so she has always been worried about Liu Zimo.

"It's okay, this is in the United States..."

Liu Zimo said nonchalantly: "In places you can't see, this kind of thing is happening every day. The American police, hmph, are doing some corpse collection."

Liu Zimo snorted coldly, and continued, "Of course, it would be different if the rich died. They would dig out all three generations of our ancestors..."

As a key training target of Hongmen, Liu Zimo has a good understanding of the American society. To put it bluntly, the laws of the United States are tailor-made for the rich, and they only protect and deal with the rich.

Just like a few years ago, there was a case in the United States where a billionaire football star killed his wife.

After the rugby star paid tens of millions of dollars in legal fees, the powerful legal team turned over an iron case and acquitted the star in court, which is a good proof of the Chinese saying that "the rich Can make ghosts turn mills" famous saying.

Like the few people who died today, if they were poor or innocent, they probably still had a criminal record. For this kind of case, the police will generally classify it as a gang fight, and it will be settled after a routine investigation.

"Is this what American society is like?" The two girls, who were good babies at home, learned about a completely different world from Liu Zimo's words.

Today, the two of them deeply realized that besides white, there is also black in this world, and the boundary between black and white seems to have become blurred.

Liu Zimo thought that the two girls were still afraid, so he comforted him: "Girls, it's okay, sleep on it, I'm sure you will forget about today's incident."

"Hey, the surname is Liu, we are both medical majors, who is afraid?"

Hua Xiaotong's pungent temper was ignited again. It was true that she was a little scared at the beginning, but what she felt afterwards was all excitement. If Liu Zimo hadn't chased her away, she would have stayed at the scene for a while longer.

"Okay, two aunts, can you be good?"

Liu Zimo rolled his eyes when he heard the words, and suddenly remembered seeing that figure from behind not long ago, so he couldn't help turning his face to Meng Yao, and asked, "Meng Yao, who is the person who saved you? Did you see his face clearly?"

What happened today, the most difficult thing for Liu Zimo to understand, was the wound on the body of Anthony who died outside. Judging from the appearance, it was definitely stabbed by a sharp knife.

But Liu Zimo couldn't think of what could cause such great harm?The shape of the wound is definitely not what a knife can make.

After hearing Liu Zimo's words, Meng Yao thought about it seriously, and said, "I don't see it very clearly, that person should have an Asian face, a bit like the person we saw in the bar before..."

"The person I met at the bar? Which one?" Liu Zimo was stunned for a moment, then said, "Meng Yao, please tell me what happened in detail."

"After you and Xiaotong went in, the door was closed, and a black man came out from the side of the warehouse to pull me..."

Meng Yao said while recalling: "When the black man pulled me, the man jumped out suddenly, holding a roll of newspaper in his hand, and poked the black man's chest, and then the black man fell..."

"Poke a black man with a roll of newspaper and he falls?"

Hearing this, Liu Zimo interrupted Meng Yao's words, shook his head repeatedly and said, "Meng Yao, do you have an illusion? Do you think you can stab someone to death with a newspaper?"

Regardless of whether Meng Yao said that the other party stabbed the black man to death with a stick, a knife, or even a mop, Liu Zimo might be able to believe it, but Liu Zimo wouldn't believe it if he stabbed someone to death with a newspaper.

"It looks like a newspaper to me, but I'm not sure..."

Meng Yao was really frightened when he was pulled by the black man's arm. In addition, the man turned his face away after making a move, so she was not sure if she was delusional.

"You must have read it wrong..." Liu Zimo waved his hands and said, "I would believe in cutting someone's throat with a newspaper, but I've never heard of using a newspaper as a knife."

Theoretically speaking, when the speed is extremely fast, newspapers can indeed scratch people's skin. Liu Zimo has seen this with his own eyes, and there are people in Hongmen who can do it.

But no matter how fast the speed is, it is impossible for the newspaper to penetrate someone's body, which is already against the common sense of physics. Unless he saw it with his own eyes, Liu Zimo would never believe it.

"Meng Yao, is the bodyguard hired by your family here?"

Liu Zimo, who hadn't figured it out after thinking for a while, suddenly thought of a reason, secretly protecting and not showing up, could it be someone from the Blackwater Company?

"I don't know if they followed."

Meng Yao shook her head. In fact, when the man left, Meng Yao vaguely felt that the man's back was a little familiar, but she thought it was unlikely that the man would appear in this place, so she didn't say anything.

"This is really strange. Are there still people who learn to do good deeds or help when encountering injustice?" Liu Zimo scratched his head, puzzled.

"Forget it, you guys go to rest early, the police can't find us in today's matter." The left and right couldn't figure it out, so Liu Zimo simply didn't want to. Anyway, that person is an enemy and not a friend, and it's okay to hide in the dark .

The hotel that Liu Zimo booked is also one of the nine best hotels on the Las Vegas Strip. In addition, all three of them are students. No matter how imaginative the American police are, it is not easy to point the finger at them. A few of them are allowed.
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"Grandma, I let you act in the scene of saving the beauty. I'm not even a hero behind the scenes..."

Watching Hua Xiaotong and Meng Yao enter the hotel, Qin Feng did not leave. He waited until Liu Zimo came back before he turned and walked to the MGM Hotel. Today, this matter finally came to an end.

The person who made the move at that time was naturally Qin Feng, and the seemingly impossible act of stabbing someone with a newspaper was also done by him.

In Qin Feng's hands, the cone-shaped newspaper instilled with true energy, the effect produced in an instant, the sharpness is definitely not under the sharp edge.

Of course, there will never be more than three people who can use this killer move.

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