Fang Buwei quickly untied the curtain on his body, first dipped the blood under Lu Ying's body, wrote a few big words on the curtain, and then twisted the remaining piece together and twisted it into a rope, tied a knot, and put a head around Lu Ying's neck.

After tying it up, after making sure that there was no movement below, Fang Buwei opened the window and hung Lu Ying down......

Ding dong......

When the five hundred points are in hand, Fang is not happy and smiles.

Uncle System, good job.

After receiving the system, Fang Buwei glanced at Jin Jiulin, who was still sleeping on the bed.

This bastard even has points?

It's only fifty, though.

It is estimated that there is no less oppression of the good and careless of people's lives.

If you kill it, you will kill it, and it will be a convenient thing.

The problem is that Jin Jiulin has not defected yet.

As soon as Jin Jiu is killed, there is a sense of indiscriminate attack, and in the long run, some gains outweigh the losses.

And being scared like this should make Jin Jiulin restrain a little.

Forget it, let's let you live a few more days first.

Jin Jiulin really doesn't know whether he lives or dies, and if he wants his life, it's only a matter of minutes.

After thinking about it, Fang Buwei smeared some blood from the ground again and wrote a few words on Jin Jiu's body.

Let's live!

Fang Buwei looked at his masterpiece and nodded with satisfaction.

It's not that he is inhumane, it's not that he loves to kill, but in his eyes, people like Lu Ying are no longer in the category of "people", and there is no pressure to kill.

After making some arrangements and cleaning up the traces, Fang Buwei pulled the curtains and wiped the blood stains on his gloves, poked his head out, and looked down at the movement.

It's almost five o'clock, and there is already a fish belly white in the east, and the two street sweepers have begun to sweep.

Fang didn't wait any longer, and watched the street sweeper walk a little farther before he climbed out of the window and jumped onto the street.

Hearing the sound of "bang", the street sweeper subconsciously turned his head, only to see a tall and thin figure turning around the corner.

……

At seven o'clock in the morning, there were more and more people on the street, people going to work, people going to work, and people pulling carts......

Even the police patrolling the house have started patrolling the streets.

A man in his thirties walked briskly on the side of the street and rushed to the foreign company where he went to work.

He is a guy from a foreign company, and his income is so-so, because the rented place is not far from where he works, so he doesn't take the tram.

When he saw the lantern sign of the Great World Club, the man still fantasized in his heart, thinking that if he would get rich, he would definitely go to the largest gold cave in Shanghai to see it.

As he was thinking about it, his feet suddenly slipped, and the man fell to the ground with a buttocks.

"Your mother...... " The man scolded and screamed, and got up in embarrassment, slapping his clothes.

Well, how do you get your hands wet?

The man subconsciously raised his hand and looked at it in front of his eyes.

Blood?

Or?

He looked down again and saw a puddle of filth beneath his feet.

It's a bit thick, and the top layer is still dry, as if it's piled up little by little.

I accidentally slipped and stepped on it.

I'll fuck your uncle......

Where did it come from?

Could it be that some bastard defecated on the street and cracked his anus?

Are others stepping on dog shit, are they stepping on human shit, or are they the bloody ones?

Why do I go so much?

The man cursed, and suddenly felt a chill in his neck, as if raindrops were falling.

He touched it.

There was blood on my hands, and I couldn't tell if it was water or something, but I could clearly smell it, with a smell of feces and urine.

What the hell?

In the cloudless sky, can it still down?

The man muttered and subconsciously raised his head.

What's that?

When he saw something above his head, he screamed.

A naked man hung from a third-floor window.

It's just covered in blood, hanging on the outside of the belly, what is that pile of bags?

Bowels...... Belly?

"Vomit ......" The man was nauseous, and the breakfast he ate in the morning squirted out on the spot......

"Kill...... Vomit...... Kill someone......" the man shouted heartbreakingly.

……

It was almost half an hour, and the police patrolling the house were late.

It's all blazing fast.

If it weren't for hearing that Jin Jiulin, the head boss of his family, was also in this room, he still didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and in half an hour, the police patrolling the room might not be able to arrive.

Downstairs of the Great World Club, there was already a sea of people.

"Scattered, all scattered......" Several black-skinned policemen drove the crowd away.

But the onlookers only stepped back a little, still watching with relish.

If a few people don't die every day, Shanghai Beach is not called Shanghai Beach.

But it's really rare to die so tragically.

"So miserable? It's disemboweled......"

"Who's to say it's not......"

"The person who started is ruthless enough, and the knife is still stuck in his chest......"

"Big brother, I can't read, what is the writing in blood on the big cloth?" A rickshaw driver asked.

"This is what happens when you are a traitor......"

A man next to him lowered his voice and replied word by word.

"Shhh...... Removing the gang? Someone else gasped.

"Aren't the Axe Gang destroyed?" Someone else asked.

"The leader of the Wang gang is indeed dead, and this must have been done by the man who killed the king gang leader......" someone said.

"Military commander?" Someone exclaimed.

"Silence, these two words can also be said nonsense? Don't die......"

"Got expelled?"

Some people are afraid of the same, but there are still people who feel happy and even gloating.

"Let me see, who's being removed?"

"Does this person look familiar?" The other man stretched out his neck and stared at Lu Ying's face for a long time.

When he saw the specific appearance of the corpse hanging on it, someone gasped violently. "Isn't this Director Lu of the Detective Department of the former Songhu Garrison Command? ”

"He is now the chief of the Shanghai Special City Police Department......

"What director, isn't he still disemboweled, and he is dead?"

"So, traitors aren't so easy to be......"

A bunch of people gathered around the corpse and shouted and said everything.

Upstairs, a bunch of people gathered at the door of the room, looking at the crack in the door that was only one finger wide, all squeezing a bitter gourd face, but there was no way at all.

After seven o'clock, I heard a group of people downstairs, and the thugs of the Great World Club went out to take a look, only to know that the guests of the club had been killed, not to mention, and were hanged outside.

After reporting to the manager, the manager asked the door to open, but it couldn't be opened.

A few more people were called, and after slamming the door open a crack with great effort, the manager did not dare to hit it again when he saw something hanging behind the door.

Behind the crack in the door, a grenade hangs......

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