My excellent lecherous aunt

This light putrid smell is made of a kind of corpse that can only be found in the valley of flame.

Just crush the dead insects to death, squeeze out their juice, and then add water according to the proportion, which can become the best tracking signal.

The characteristic of this kind of potion is that once it is stained on clothes and skin, even if it is repeatedly washed with water, it will not want to wash off its rotten smell. It will cling to the target like a tarsal maggot.

However, it is not always attached to the target. After 36 hours, without taking any measures, it will automatically disappear without leaving any sequelae to the target. It can be said that it is the greenest and most difficult to be detected tracking weapon.

Apart from Yang coffin, no one can distinguish from the thousands of smells on the streets of London and track them accurately.

"Excuse me, is there anything I can do for you?"

After seeing a woman in a rustic, windbreaker hat and a big mask on her face walk into the hall, the beauty at the front desk of speed whirlwind company frowns slightly, but still smiles professionally and greets Yang coffin.

"I'm looking for maushima."

Yang coffin mouth light said, at the foot of the non-stop to the stairs.

This company is a four story building, waiting for the elevator time, also went up.

"Well, you wait, wait, our general manager is not here. Do you have an appointment

See Yang coffin coffin two words don't say to rush in, the front desk beauty of course don't want to, quickly around the bar chase out.

She had just caught up with the corner of the stairs when Yang's fist waved.

The beauty at the front desk rolled her eyes and collapsed on the stairs.

In the general manager's office on the fourth floor, Mao Dao, with a band aid on his nose, is sitting on his knees with his bare arms. After a few days, he is holding a pen and lighting something on a piece of white paper.

He's deploying his troops to fight all night tonight to get some of the night games controlled by David back.

Maodao is the head of the branch of the black dragon group in London. He has long coveted the fields controlled by David, but he doesn't dare to rob them easily.

First, David is a local snake who has been in business for many years. Second, at that time, he was not strong enough to fight against the local snake. Third, if he did it without authorization, it would be a violation of the unwritten rules of London underground and would be despised and resented by his peers.

Now, he finally found a good chance to be famous in the first world war with brother David.

The band aid on the nose is proof.

Such a good opportunity, he would be stupid to let it go.

In less than half an hour, he mobilized 37 elites from various departments to come here, drinking wine in the gym on the third floor, waiting for his order.

Plus the seven people in his office, that's 45.

Although the number of 45 people is far less than that of David white in London, these people are among the elite of the black dragon group. They all play the role of one against 100.

Forty five times one hundred is four thousand five hundred. Can there be four thousand five hundred white David?

"At 11 o'clock tonight, let's start from the night scene of huideng street, stand at attention, and solve the battle in ten minutes. Let's make a quick decision. We must not delay for a moment. Then, we turn around -- "

Speaking of this, maushima's injured nose moved, looked up and asked, "what's the smell, so bad?"

In fact, his six main forces had already smelled the faint smell of putrefaction, which came from maodaojun's clothes, but they didn't care. After all, maodaojun had body odor. They thought it was a variety of body odor.

Maodaojun has just recovered his olfactory function because of his nose injury, so he can smell this bad smell.

In order to maintain the dignity of the boss, several main players shook their heads together: "No. I didn't smell it

They said they didn't smell it, but they couldn't help looking at Mao Dao's clothes.

After Mao Dao came in, he took off his clothes and put them on the desk, revealing the upper body of a big black dragon, which was so strong.

"Is it?"

Looking at the odor source, Mr. Mao picked it up and threw it at the window. He continued, "then we'll turn around."

When he said these words again, it seemed that there was a man's cry, which came from outside the door.

"Those bastards, are they making a foundation again?"

Maodaojun frowned and said to one of his men, "go, let them stop making trouble. On the eve of the great war, shouldn't we keep enough energy? "

"Hayi."

The man nodded, got up from the tatami and walked out quickly.

Maodaojun lit a cigarette, and then he continued to plan his attack.

After he finished in detail, it was already five minutes later. The man who went to restrain his subordinates and didn't make any more bases on the eve of the war had not come back yet. During this period, the men's voices seemed to be more and more frequent.

"What's more, taro is such an asshole. He doesn't like to be a base? How did you join? You, go and have a look. "

All of a sudden, maodao Jun had no reason for a burst of irritability, raised his hand and casually pointed to a subordinate.

With an ambiguous smile on his face, he agreed, got up from the ground and went to the door.

Just now when the boss sent taro there, he was a little dissatisfied - the boss was right. Taro didn't like to be a foundation, but he did.

Send someone who doesn't like to engage in fundamentalism to teach them not to engage in fundamentalism any more, but let those who like to engage in fundamentalism sit on their knees and feel itchy. It's just a stupid assignment.

Seeing that it was still early, the man who could definitely take advantage of this opportunity to engage in the last time didn't put what Mr. Mao had just said in his heart and secretly sneered: "cut, white David, how could he be the elite opponent of our black dragon team? Don't say you'll go there after you've had a good time. Even if you've had a good time for three days and three nights, you can do them well. "

Confident men, just about to step out of the door, one hand!

Suddenly, he reached out of the door and locked his throat.

Before he could react, he heard his throat bone crack.

When the hand that didn't play the piano was absolutely a waste of time, slowly retracted, the man covered his neck with his hands, his eyes seemed to stare out of his eyes, and his open mouth was enough to put an eggplant into it, so he slowly collapsed on the ground.

This is the 38th person Yang Xiao killed in ten minutes.

Everyone's way of death is that the throat bone is crushed. The stubble of the broken bone is as sharp as a thorn. It directly pierces the trachea and makes them make the same kind of sound when they are engaged in basic education.

Yang shook his hand and took off his hat and mask, revealing his sallow face.

From last night, she fell in love with the way of strangling people's necks.

Her reason for love is very simple, so there is no need to see blood.

In particular, when the human laryngeal bone is crushed, the sound that she gives is enviable, as if children love to crush the shockproof foam.

Suddenly someone comes in and crushes his partner's throat. What's the reaction of others?

Of course - I'm confused.

But after being forced, it was the indescribable anger and murderous intention in words that prompted the person nearest to the door to burst into the sky with a strange cry. In mid air, the person whipped Yang's chin with a sharp and unusual whirlwind leg.

The man jumped too high.

Yang didn't like it very much.

Because she didn't want to jump like a dead man.

Since you don't want to jump up, you can't crush his throat and enjoy the beautiful feeling. Of course, you will be unhappy.

When Yang is not happy, his temper will get worse, and his way of killing people will become more fierce.

She also kicked a kick.

The late starter's first kick kicked heavily at the crotch of a man who was flying in mid air like an eagle.

This is the most vulnerable part of a man's body.

Even if the weak woman to a foot, it will hurt to death.

If you are attacked by Yue Zitong, a little pepper of military value, you can be kicked by his two eggs and become a eunuch.

Let Li Nanfang play?

This man will die.

Yang coffin to kick?

This man will - die miserably.

It's impossible to describe how loud the scream of his middle foot is. It's definitely a bullfight. The glass of the whole four story building is buzzing with echoes.

Is it better than that?

Indeed, Niubi - Yang's kick not only burst his two things, but also broke the bone in his hip. He stabbed back and penetrated his intestines.

And he himself, more like a shot, banged on the opposite wall.

With another bang, it fell to the ground.

No life at the end of the pumping, moving, simply died.

Again, I'm confused.

Mao Dao Jun four people, together brush brush stare big innocent big eyes, looking at the frown Yang coffin.

"Stop dancing. I don't like it. It's kind of cruel. "

The coffin of the Yang coffin finally knew that it was cruel, so he felt sad that he walked slowly to a confused young man. He put his hand under his chin and squeezed it quickly. After enjoying the feeling of squeezing the foam, he smiled lightly. Just sit there and don't move. "

Her demands on Mao Dao Jun and others are too high.

Killers are not allowed to move.

How can there be such a fool in the world?

Maybe, too?

Because Yang's coffin broke a person's throat again. He acted calmly without the slightest smell of fireworks.

When the man covered his neck with his hands and shivered in pain on the ground for the last few times, Mao Dao Jun and his wife finally woke up from the state of ignorance.

"Baga!"

They let out a roar of fear and disbelief.

Next to maodaojun, the man who was the closest to the case reached out and took out a gun from his waist.

Yang coffin especially hates guns. When she was teasing Ye Xiaodao and her three friends in the southern mountain area of Qingshan, she was accidentally injured on the shoulder by two of Lin Yiting's men with guns.

For her, it was a shame that she could never forget.

Therefore, whoever dares to raise a gun at her will die.

Although, this person does not show the end of the guy, it is also a death.

It's just a way of death, but it's not so cruel - with a bang, Yang's head is kicked on his back.

"Don't point a gun at me. I will not be happy

Yang's coffin frowned and said faintly to Mao Dao Jun, who was about to roll over and take the pistol from his clothes in front of the window.

Mr. Mao dare not take it.

"Sit down."

Yang said again.

Mr. maushima, please sit down.

Yang coffin also sat down, just opposite him, also kneeling.

The kneeling style that island people are used to now is still what they learned in the Tang Dynasty, so Yang didn't think that it was wrong for her to sit like this.

"Get me a glass of water."

After sitting down, Yang raised his hand to lift his hair and looked at Mao Dao Jun: "I'm thirsty. It's hard work to kill people. "