"You're waiting for me here." Looking at Xiaoyu checking his pistol, looking like he was about to follow him and fight to the death, Zuo Lin pressed Xiaoyu's shoulder with his left hand, "I'm the only one."

Xiaoyu was stunned and said, "They, they have more than 20..."

"Enough. Give me 20 minutes."

Song Tao was not originally a gangster. He started out with investment and finance. Later, he met a retired boss in a business that helped clients manage their finances, and gradually began to manage the boss's usury business. Song Tao, who had rich financial knowledge and good investment vision, turned the usury business into multi-channel and multi-level private credit. After the boss's death, Song Tao officially entered the underworld with the connections he had accumulated over the years. He didn't want territory or any regular business, but just based on his own usury business.

Song Tao, who likes to play with funds in his hands, found that the underworld finance is much more interesting than the formal financial field, and there are many bad debts and bad debts. As for investment tools, they are endless. Since setting up the bet handicap for bet a few years ago, he has gradually become the leader in this industry. The bet handicap for bet has also become his biggest income project in recent years. However, Song Tao's gangster career is inherently deficient, and other bosses have always suppressed his strength. Being rich but lacking manpower has become Song Tao's biggest lack.

Song Tao’s so-called company is in a villa in the suburbs. None of the company’s employees has anything to do with the company’s nominal work, but various thugs and killers. He cannot recruit too many people, so except for the elite bodyguard troops raised with high salaries, almost all other things are solved by mercenaries. This is how this "warning" operation is handled. On the one hand, it is accumulating increasingly larger wealth, and on the other hand, it is suppressed by those bosses who are much poorer than him, but with territory and many subordinates, which has long made him more extraordinary enthusiasm for the rolling numbers. His psychological imbalance is a bit, and anyone who hinders his money is his enemy...

When the bodyguard told Song Tao that Zuo Lin was walking towards the villa alone and the car that sent Zuo Lin was parked there and it was not moving, Song Tao felt ecstatic. He really didn't dare to deal with Yan Beizhai. He regretted sending people to move Yan Beizhai's bodyguard now. He was impulsive. When he shouted to call the other bosses, he found that several usually arrogant guys were silent about Yan Beizhai, and found that something was wrong. He had been in the underworld circle and had too short experience, so naturally it was impossible to understand what the status of Yan Beizhai, a world like an old man who could not be older.

Now, Zuo Lin has come to the door himself. Maybe Zuo Lin is very good at fighting, but Zuo Lin can beat 20 by himself? According to the rules, since the opponent is delivered to the door, if he is crippled, he can only blame himself. After interrupting Zuo Lin's hands, the entire market handicap problem will be solved.

Since Zuo Lin dared to come to Song Tao alone, he naturally would not worry that anyone here could hurt him. Now he may not be able to deal with the full force of a guy of Insula's level, but it is difficult for ordinary people to threaten him, even if they are strong, it is difficult for ordinary people to pose a threat. Guns? Indeed, when you cannot use obvious spells in front of ordinary people, Zuo Lin lacks the means to protect himself in the face of bullets and other things. However, if the bullets are to be shot until they have to be shot, the person with the gun can shoot in the right direction before he knocks him down.

The moment Shi walked into the villa 20 meters, the guys holding guns could no longer threaten Zuo Lin at this distance.

"I speak on behalf of Yan Beizhai, Mr. Yan." Zuo Lin said to the bodyguard at the door. The bodyguard was wearing headphones and could directly accept Song Tao's instructions.

"After put it in, beat it hard." Song Tao only said that and turned off the walkie-talkie. Although he likes to use violence, he does not like to see or hear violence.

The guard led Zuo Lin into the living room on the first floor of the villa. The 9 thugs were already waiting here. The guard politely opened the door and guided Zuo Lin all the way, and the guard was the first to take action.

Zuo Lin did not take much effort to dodge the knife that was slashing at the back of his head. He waved his hands and six long emerald green blades appeared between his fingers holding his fists. Today, Zuo Lin specially selected some bamboo leaves. The slender and smooth edges turned into long blades and were very suitable for cutting muscles and blood vessels. The thin blade brought very little pain, but the damage was very great. While the long blade of the left hand slid across the guard's thigh, the long blade of the right hand had stabbed towards the thug closest to him.

The thugs were a little panicked. Zuo Lin, who had just left empty-handed, suddenly formed 6 terrible long blades, and they didn't even notice any movements he had.

The long blade pierced the shoulder of the thug. Zuo Lin shook his hand, and the thug immediately screamed and flew out. A bearded man who rushed over to the left happened to meet the three long blades that Zuo Lin shook on his left hand. If Zuo Lin hadn't turned his wrist and raised his wrist to the contact point of the long blade and the beard, he might have been castrated. From the lower abdomen to the neck, three long incisions spewed out a lot of blood, and the bearded man fainted.

It took Zuo Lin less than a minute to settle the guard and the 9 thugs in the hall. Originally, Zuo Lin was here to establish his authority today, so there was no need to consider whether the means were merciful, but he didn't want to kill people. Killing in this kind of place is different from the deep mountains and forests of Myanmar, and there are too many troubles. So, he chose not to kill people and not to cause permanent disability to anyone, but had a strong shocking method - bloodletting. Anyone who fell a knife must hurt the other party.

If the pulse causes a lot of bleeding, the wound must be moderate in size. If the wound is large, it will easily cause the bleeding to lose control and die, and if the wound is small, it will be useless. It is very interesting for Zuo Lin to fight while carefully calculating. However, the fight was a little bloody, and a piece of people lie on the ground, and blood flowed out of the wound, quickly making the floor of the living room bright red and sticky. With the blood dripping splashed around just now, the visual effect was amazing.

Dada dada... The sound of a submachine gun sounded, but the bullets fell on the sofa. A long blade passed through the entire living room and nailed the gunman standing on the stairs to the wall. The long blade filled with wounds disappeared, and blood immediately gushed out.

Zuo Lin jumped hard and jumped directly from the living room to the empty second-floor stairwell. He shot the remaining five long blades in turn, and solved the three people. After all, it was not with his own hands that the wounds of the three people were a little shallow. He then casually transformed three long blades, cut open a guy's upper arm, and threw the guy down the living room. Zuo Lin rushed up the stairs and stabbed the three guys just now.

The remaining guys were trembling, holding submachine guns in their hands and standing at the door of the study. The black muzzles lined up were probably really scary, Zuo Lin was stunned for a moment. He let go of his left hand, and three long emerald green blades stabbed the red pine wood floor, buzzing. The gunmen suddenly felt dizzy, and they immediately subconsciously pulled the trigger.

Zuo Lin was a little embarrassed, and he crashed into the room next to him. The thick wooden door made his shoulders a little painful. He just sprinkled a pollen mixture similar to the scented fragrance. If the Qingzhuxiang used in the hospital to make Yan Yingxue sleep is a good calming drug with no side effects, then this pollen mixture called "Nightmare Scent" by Mr. Sun is another extreme. In addition to making people dizzy and then causing coma, almost all its power lies in side effects, from causing mild but long-lasting diarrhea to sweating to dehydration, etc., depending on each person's physical condition. Once he was infected with the scent of Nightmare Scent, he would probably never forget this feeling in his life. Hearing the sound of several people falling to the ground one after another, Zuo Lin stood up, walked over calmly, and cut everyone with a knife and blood.

After Zuo Lin kicked open the study door, he saw Song Tao with a pale face calling for help. When Song Tao saw Zuo Lin, he hung up the phone tremblingly, and said with sweat on his face: "It's me wrong, it's me wrong, I'll accept my guilt, spare me. I can compensate for all losses..."

Zuo Lin shook his head and said, "Relax your right hand and put your palm up on the table."

Song Tao can only do it.

From the pen holder on Song Tao's desk, Zuo Lin picked up the paper cutting knife and looked at it. The handle of the knife was ivory and carved into the shape of a quaint three-headed lion stone pillar. I don't know what material the blade was, but it has the sharpness of the paper cutting knife at all.

This is a good collection, Zuo Lin thought. But the next moment, a paper cutter appeared on the table and nailed Song Tao's hand to the desk. Song Tao immediately let out a deafening and continuous scream.

The texture of the desk is really good. It is a dense rosewood with a thickness of 10 cm. The material used for the countertop is solid. But now it has become Song Tao's last choice. The 20 cm long paper-cutting knife blade has been completely buried in the countertop except for the thickness of a palm. What kind of strength and speed should be achieved? Seeing the blood flowing out along the edge of the blade, Song Tao did not dare to move. He knew that his strength was not enough to pull out the knife. Shaking the handle of the knife in order to make the combination of the knife and the countertop looser was tortured to him. He glared at Zuo Lin's calm back fiercely, and trembled with his left hand to call for help.

Seeing Zuo Lin slowly walking out of the villa, covered in blood, Xiaoyu was shocked.

"I'm fine." Zuo Lin breathed and said, "Call the police and the ambulance."

"The police are already on the road. Mr. Yan called me to take you away just now. If you don't meet the police, it's okay... Ambulance? Are there anyone alive?" Xiaoyu pushed Zuo Lin into the car and started the car and left quickly. He asked in surprise. Seeing Zuo Lin's clothes almost soaked in blood, and he looked like he was killing blood. How could anyone still be alive?

Zuo Lin could not express any other protests when Xiaoyu regarded himself as a murderer, except for rolling his eyes. He said: "No one died! Really, I don't know if the ambulance is late. I will take me back to change my clothes and take a shower first. It's not appropriate to go back to the hospital like this."

Zuo Lin could not know how much sensation it caused when his actions of punishing Song Tao were spread. When the police arrived, they saw a slaughterhouse, and the ground of the villa was almost red, and the air was filled with blood. That scene could be described in the exaggerated idiom of blood flowing and thrilling, and it could be used as the scene of any horror thriller without adding any props. No matter what era, blood is the most shocking thing, because it seems to remind everyone of the crisis that they may suffer.

A few minutes later, when the huge ambulance convoy arrived at the scene, they were even more shocked. All the guys who looked like corpses lying on the ground had breathing and pulses, and no one died. Except for Song Tao, the blood of everyone else was placed on the edge of death, but none died. Punched, cut, penetrating, non-penetrating, conservative wounds, open wounds... but they all had one characteristic, that is, at least one artery was cut off but could control the speed of bleeding. This accuracy was even more amazing to everyone.

Because the entire scene was full of "bloody", "violence" and incomprehensible, both the police and the hospital that treated those half-dead guys wasting blood stocks, the documents on this matter were quietly blocked afterwards.

Song Tao in the study on the second floor was a bit more complicated. No one could do it if they wanted to pull out the knife; they wanted to break the hilt of the knife and let Song Tao pull out his hand, but found that the knife, which was unknown to the material, was extremely strong and tough. He used all his strength and used the tools, but did not make the paper cutting knife bend even at a small angle, which only caused a lot of pain to Song Tao. Song Tao's howling like a pig lasted for almost 3 hours, until the police borrowed an electric wire saw from a nearby furniture factory and cut the countertop with a paper cutting knife together. Song Tao was able to be taken to the hospital. Although it was just a small wound, after so much trouble, the blood flowing from the front and back almost emptyed Song Tao.

Except for several senior officials in the public security, no one knew that Zuo Lin was doing this. Those who were bleeding, including Song Tao, were severely warned not to reveal what happened today to anyone. It was unexpected that their lives were left behind, and who would dare to talk nonsense. In the underworld, the reputation of the "blood devil head" began to spread. No one dared to underestimate Yan Beizhai anymore. Of course, no one would have thought that this "blood devil head" who was circulating in the increasingly exaggerated way was the same person as the young man who often saw on TV who was sitting on the turf of the stadium reading.
Chapter completed!