"Ahh Yes! ”

"My hands! My hand! ”

Accompanied by a terrible scream, an arm holding the staff of civilization flew up at the same time.

Fang Qiuling smashed the activation shield that was trying to protect the holder with a heavy fist from behind, and then chopped off Douglas Cook's right arm with a single sword.

Douglas Cook, who had lost an arm, clutched his bleeding severed arm and screamed loudly, completely devoid of the arrogance he had just had. Immediately after, a long sword stained with a little blood appeared in front of him. The sharp tip of the sword lifted slightly upward, picking up his chin from below.

The screams stopped abruptly, and Douglas Cook felt not only the coldness and sharpness of the tip of the sword, but also the cold killing intent of the sword-wielder. Compared with the pain that is constantly coming to the brain, if there is a real killing intent in front of you, it is even more terrifying.

"Your name is Douglas Cook?"

Fang Qiuling's empty other hand held the revolver that had been emptied of ammunition, then glanced sideways slightly, and then squeezed it hard.

The wooden grip immediately made an overwhelmed sound and quickly shattered. The metal body of the gun held out for a moment, but it still turned into a piece of scrap metal with a screeching sound.

"Yes, yes!" Douglas Cook replied in a trembling voice, "You, you dare to attack the messenger of the clock tower!" Do you know what sin you have committed? ”

As if to verify Douglas Cook's words, two bodies appeared at the end of the hallway. When they saw Douglas Cook lying on the ground, they immediately ran over, shouting loudly as they ran.

"Stop!"

"Stop!"

"Mr. Cook! Mr. Cook! Are you alright? ”

The two figures who came...... Slightly familiar, it seems to be the person in charge of procurement at Penglai Media, one is a middle-aged man who is about to retire, and the other is a young backbone in his early thirties. They ran through the hallway screaming, and rushed to Glass Cook, who was lying in a pool of blood.

"Fang Qiuling! How can you kill your international friends! Do you know his identity? Do you know who he is? He's a messenger from the Clock Tower! On identity is diplomatic envoy! Find out what you did! He actually drew his sword and cut people, and he also cut off an arm! Are you—Are you trying to cause international disputes? ”

The one who yelled was the one who was approaching retirement age, his surname was Ma, and although he was a buyer, he had the title of director. He was wearing a well-fitting suit, a little blessed, and at a glance he knew that he was a perennial pampered master.

The other was silent, but his face was pale. His surname is Zhao, and he also seems to have the title of a section member. Seeing the severed arm holding the civilization stick on the ground, Zhao Ke's head was quickly covered with a layer of fine beads of sweat, and after a while, the whole person seemed to be fished out of the water, obviously terrified.

The situation at the scene was tragic in the eyes of Director Ma and Section Member Zhao. In times of peace, they had seen so much blood, and there were also stumps and broken arms! Just looking at the bloodied arms and smelling the blood in the air, they felt dizzy and their hands trembled as if they had Parkinson's.

"Quick! Call the doctor! ”

"Quick! Call an ambulance! ”

They couldn't help but push Fang Qiuling away, hurriedly took off their suits, and tried to bandage and stop the bleeding for Douglas Cook. However, they have no experience in first aid at all, and they are not so much saving people as they are torturing people.

After bandaging it a few times, Director Ma suddenly touched a few hot things. If you look closely, it is a round shell of several metals. Combined with the twisted and shapeless metal that had been thrown aside, he exploded again.

"You, you, you! Fang Qiuling! You even used a gun! Who gave you the guts to shoot here! You, what do you want to do! Do you want to make the country an international joke and ruin the image of the country! What kind of attitude do you, what kind of attitude do you! You got into trouble, you know! You're in trouble! Do you know! ”

His voice was loud, screaming loudly, but it gave people a sense of lust and guilt.

Fang Qiuling, who was pushed aside, looked indifferent, completely ignoring the shouts of the older purchaser. He raised the sword in his hand, and swung it at Douglas Cook from a distance.

The bloodstains on the blade were thrown out as Fang Qiuling swung his sword, like a blood-colored whip slashing through the air. At the head of the blood-colored whip was Douglas Cook's painful pale face, and the end ended at Fang Qiuling's feet. Not only did Douglas Cook's long black sweatshirt have a straight blood mark, but even the two buyers were also scratched by the splash of blood.

"You...... What do you want! I warn you, Fang Qiuling! You've made a big mistake! Now, now...... You should admit your mistake immediately and wait for the organization's decision on punishment! You have to see the situation clearly! You! Confess your mistake to Mr. Cook now! You've made a ...... Yes! ”

Director Ma was slapped heavily in the face, and he rolled over and fell to the ground. The slap was quite heavy, and white molars mixed with blood could be seen flying out of his mouth.

The person who did it was Fang Qiuling. The expression on his face was still indifferent, and the aura he exuded was even more frighteningly cold.

The younger one was directly stunned, and it took a while to remember to help Director Ma. However, the coldness that Fang Qiuling exuded from his body made his movements extremely stiff, and he couldn't get his hands and feet to obey orders again for a while.

Fang Qiuling pushed Section Member Zhao away, pushed Section Member Zhao, who was stiff in his hands and feet, and the long sword in his hand grazed Douglas Cook's neck and fell to the floor.

"Mr. Cook, you don't know my identity yet, do you?" He reached out and grabbed Douglas Cook's hair and lifted him up, "Let me introduce myself first, my name is Fang Qiuling, a new Adventist. ”

- The Advent! No, it can't be! That's impossible!

Douglas Cook's bloodshot pupils suddenly contracted, and his already pale face became whiter.

"Looks like you know exactly what the Adventist stands for."

The Adventist has a very transcendent status in the "inner world" and enjoys many privileges. This status and privilege are derived into the present world, and it becomes a qualification that can "walk sideways".

"Article 3 of the 'Covenant' states that all events relating to the Adventist shall be borne by the person concerned, as long as they do not involve the death of intelligent life. Mr. Cook, you should be familiar with this clause, right? ”

Douglas Cook endured the pain of his broken arm and squeezed a word out of his teeth: "Yes." ”

"So as long as I don't kill you, it's not a violation of the Convention. Is there a problem with my understanding here? ”

A ceramic bottle appeared in Fang Qiuling's hand. He shook it indifferently, then slammed the ceramic bottle on Douglas Cook's severed shoulder shoulder.

"Ahh

The severed arm was hit again, and Douglas Cook immediately screamed.

The ceramic bottle shattered immediately under the impact, turning into fragments of various sizes. The red liquid in the bottle spilled out.

The red liquid is mixed with blood, and although the two are similar in color, they are distinct. The red liquid flowed through the wound on the severed arm, and the trickling of blood immediately stopped. The bleeding at the severed arm was barely stopped, but the fragments of the ceramic bottle hung all over the severed arm, and it is estimated that it will take another hardship to carry out the severed arm replantation operation.

"Mr. Cook. You should know better than me what will happen to those who offend the Advent, so I won't repeat it. Of course, if you want to spend the rest of your life entirely in bed, or if you feel like you're missing a hand, don't ...... It doesn't matter if you become a trash that doesn't have two hands, then it's just that my words haven't been spoken. ”

Fang Qiuling stepped on Douglas Cook's intact hand, and then crushed it hard under his feet. Douglas Cook's pale face then turned a little whiter.

"Mr. Fang, Mr. Fang, you, you can't treat international friends like this......" Section Officer Zhao, who was pushed and fell a big heel, got up and said in a trembling voice, "You, you want to be sued like this!" Cut off a hand, a hand, this is a serious injury! Yes, it takes 10 years to start......"

Fang Qiuling didn't answer, just replied with an indifferent gaze.

His gaze was cold, with a killing intent that seemed to be in substance. Zhao Branch's voice became smaller and smaller under his gaze, and finally turned into a whining sound in his throat.

“…… I'll only ask once, and if you don't answer, I'll chop off your hand. If you don't answer, I'll chop off one of your feet. You have three chances left...... No, it should be four chances. I'm optimistic about you, I should be able to make it to the fourth time, right? ”

- What the fourth chance is, it goes without saying!

Fang Qiuling turned his head, and then pressed his feet again, and Douglas Cook's fingers immediately began to click. Judging from the fact that he opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound, and the beads of sweat that kept pouring out of his forehead, it was obvious that a finger had been trampled on, and there was more than one.

Douglas Cook wasn't much of a tough guy, so he immediately began to nod his head, signaling that he was willing to say anything.

"Very good, just say it."

Fang Qiuling stretched out his hand, first letting Douglas Cook look at the broken silver ring in his palm, and then activating the ring. The spear that had just been left with only half a handle appeared in his hand.

"First question, where did this spear come from!"

Douglas Cook's eyes widened suddenly. When Fang Qiuling collected the Moon Reflecting Spear as a ring before, he didn't see it clearly, he just thought that the other party had put away the broken weapon. But now he saw clearly, this broken spear was a magic weapon! Judging from the appearance of the demon in front of him skillfully activating the weapon, this spear probably belonged to him! Even if it doesn't belong to him, it's obviously a weapon of his acquaintance!

He immediately remembered the figure of a few days ago standing tall with a gun and holding on. The body involuntarily began to tremble.