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Only those who have really contacted Xiao Chen can know how terrible Xiao Chen is under the fierce anger. At this moment, he is facing the expressionless and cold eyed Xiaochen.

The hibiscus assassin could not help shivering, and the fear from the depths of his soul was also uncontrollable.

"Think about it?"

Xiao Chen squatted down slowly, still looking at the Fusang killer in front of him. At this moment, Xiao Chen did not worry that the Fusang killer would escape.

Because in front of Xiao Chen, the Fusang killer doesn't want to run away, and even has no qualification to commit suicide.

The eyes of the hibiscus assassin twinkled a few times. Suddenly, the muscles on his face were tense. Xiao Chen's two fingers were as fast as lightning.

In an instant, he pinched the cheek bones of the Japanese Hibiscus assassin, and then with a slight force, the mouth of the hibiscus assassin opened involuntarily.

A black pill rolled to the ground.

Xiao Chen, who used to work in this field, naturally knows that many killers are deadly dead men. After knowing that the task can not be completed, he is caught.

In order not to reveal the secret, they often choose to commit suicide, and the way they commit suicide is mostly the same. There is a poison pill in the mouth that can block the throat.

As long as the appearance of the poison pill is broken, the killer will die in a moment.

"It seems that you still can't understand the Chinese language. Before you say what I want to know, you don't even have the qualification to die!"

"I have a thousand and ten thousand ways to let you experience what life is not like death, and then you will know why I say death is sometimes an extremely luxurious thing."

When talking, Xiao Chen's hand has been gently put on the shoulder of the hibiscus assassin. At this moment, the hibiscus assassin has already been scared to death.

Every muscle of his body was shaking, and every pore of his body was constantly seeping out with cold sweat. At this moment, this kind-hearted young man fell into the eyes of the Fusang killer, which was ten times more terrible than the devil from the 18th floor hell.

Xiao Chen put one hand on the shoulder of the Japanese assassin, and his five fingers began to contract slowly. The next second he rubbed, the voice of the killer's shoulder bone breaking was particularly clear.

The sharp pain of the bone being crushed alive didn't make the killer compromise, even didn't let the killer make any screams, just let the killer bite his teeth, and his already bloodless face suddenly turned white as paper.

Xiao Chen is a bit different from others. Although he can be a killer of Fusang, he can still persist for such a long time in the face of his powerful atmosphere