I killed the film and television world

Chapter 139 The feast begins

At the birthday party, time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Everyone's eyes subconsciously stayed on the dining table.

Some stared with their eyes wide open, some stretched their necks, and some simply stood up, all looking at the scene in disbelief.

Mr. Yan, who had been so majestic just now, was now hunched over, leaning over the table in an extremely uncomfortable posture.

His neck was pierced directly by a chopstick!
He felt a strong sense of suffocation, his face turned blue and purple, and blood from under his neck began to slowly flow along the edge of the table!

Song Ren controlled his strength very well.

The chopsticks were slammed into Yan Tong's neck and penetrated the dining table, but the blow was not strong enough to directly cut Yan Tong's throat.

However, even so, Yan Tong is still beyond saving. It just depends on how long he can hold on.

Inside the hall, everyone was already thirsty from watching!
Yan Tong was lying on the dining table in pain, his facial muscles distorted.

He raised his hand tremblingly and touched his neck, but he could not find any trace of the chopsticks.

Obviously, it has completely penetrated into the flesh!
Yan Tong kicked his legs and feet in panic. The suffocating feeling in his chest became stronger and stronger. He stared with his eyes wide open and spoke weakly and with difficulty: "Help, save me..."

The faint cry for help finally woke everyone up.

For a moment, the whole scene was in chaos.

Yan Tong’s wife reacted most violently. She held her head and screamed heartbreakingly:
"ah!!!"

"You useless people, what are you doing just standing there? Go save your Master Yan!"

"We must arrest this bastard Hua Zai Rong and execute him!"

Her shrill voice and aggressive appearance completely lost the grace and elegance she had just shown in front of others. She looked like a mad woman!

Several detectives under Yan Tong came to their senses one after another, and immediately drew out their police revolvers, holding their guns and sternly warning:

"Don't move!"

"Hua Zai Rong, you are so brave! Let Master Yan go!"

At this time, the gamblers at the gambling table had already dispersed in fear.

Blanchard also took the opportunity to hide behind a little, and after standing next to an agent, his face quickly calmed down.

Two foreigners nearby advised him to stay away.

But after being scolded by Blanchard, his expression once again turned into an expression of watching a good show.

At the dining table, the white translator's face was distorted with pain because his middle finger was broken. He pointed at Song Ren and yelled to the detectives: "Fuck! Shoot! Shoot quickly! Shoot him to death!!!"

Several agents did not obey his orders.

Now that Inspector Yan Tong was seriously injured and too close to Song Ren, they did not dare to shoot easily. Each of them looked a little nervous and was slowly approaching with guns in hand.

The foreign translator saw this scene and became so angry that he lost his mind:
"Fake Squid!"

"Fake Squid!"

"You lowly monkeys, open the door quickly--"

The last sound suddenly stopped, and all the tones came to an abrupt end.

Because, a clear bone-cutting knife swept across the chattering throat of the foreign translator.

The sword light was like a dragon, bringing up an arc-shaped scarlet blood bead in the air.

The foreign translator subconsciously covered his throat with his hands, but the blood kept pouring out from between his fingers, and it even became more and more, and he couldn't cover it up anymore.

Soon, he fell to his knees in exhaustion.

Song Ren was holding a bloody bone-cutting knife in his hand, and scarlet blood was dripping gently from the smooth edge of the blade.

His eyes became colder and colder: "You idiot, you dare to talk nonsense when you are so close to me..." Several detectives were shocked when they saw this and shouted fiercely: "Hua Zai Rong, I told you to stop!!!"

The death of the foreign translator nearby completely destroyed Blanchard's mood to watch the show.

Seeing that the agent was still warning him, he immediately shouted angrily: "Fuck you, you are a bunch of low-class pigs who can only scream!"

He snatched the revolver from an agent and shot Song Ren in the chest!
Bang!
The gunshots were quite deafening!
Blanchard was not satisfied.

The second shot followed closely!
Bang!
The third shot!
Bang bang bang!
The fourth shot! The fifth shot! The sixth shot!
Blanchard emptied the six rounds of the revolver in a short period of time.

As the white police inspector watched Song Ren collapse dejectedly, his eyes became more and more excited.

He spat a mouthful of thick phlegm to one side, with an agitated look on his face: "Fuck! It's so satisfying!"

However, at the moment Song Ren tilted down.

A piece of steel plate was exposed from the torn part of the clothes.

However, before others could react, Song Ren had already lifted his feet deeply, gripping the ground with his toes, and his strong leg muscles instantly exploded at this moment!

boom!
The wooden attic floor is cracked!

Song Ren leaped seven or eight meters away, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Blanchard.

This moment happened so fast!
By the time the others reacted, Song Ren had already grabbed Blanchard's throat with his hands.

The five knuckles are like sharp hooks, and the fingertips are deeply embedded in the muscles of the neck!

Blanchard opened his mouth wide, and the pain of suffocation on his face made him panic in an instant!

However, Song Ren acted too quickly!
The changes in perspective are almost overwhelming!

In an instant, a group of people who were curious were pushed aside.

After another loud stomping step, with the terrifying explosive force, he dragged Blanchard like dragging a chick.

With one leap, he knocked over a dining table a short distance below him, causing a commotion nearby.

Song Ren stopped and looked up, Yan Tong's wife was standing in front of him.

At this moment, he still had one hand on Blanchard's throat, his fingertips digging into the flesh, bleeding.

Blanchard was so suffocated that she couldn't even put up a slight resistance. She could only hold Song Ren's arms with both hands, but her strength was getting weaker and weaker.

The ferocious look on Yan Tong’s wife’s face had not yet disappeared.

At this moment, she just turned her head and met Song Ren's dark pupils.

For a moment, she felt as if she had fallen into an icy cave. She shivered from the cold and stammered, "Ah, Ah Rong, I, I..."

Song Ren's eyes were filled with coldness: Sister-in-law, wouldn't Master Yan be lonely if he goes down alone?

It would be a shame not to accompany him when you are so jumpy!
Song Ren started by poking his hand, his movements were incredibly fast.

In just a moment, Yan Tong's wife was so panicked that she couldn't even dodge and was strangled by the throat.

This time, Song Ren did not stop there.

Instead, he continued to exert force with his five fingers and quickly twisted her throat off on the spot.

The entire throat had been completely twisted and deformed, and the neck was swollen and purple.

Yan Tong’s wife couldn’t even utter the beg for mercy.

The whole person swayed and fell to the ground.

The feeling of suffocation due to lack of oxygen made her scratch her ears and cheeks as she struggled continuously. She opened her mouth but could only make whimpering sounds, and soon she died completely.

(End of this chapter)