356 Chapter 10, The Song of the Nightingale

Finally, after firing more than a dozen shots in a row, the young man finally finished firing all the bullets, and the slaughterhouse fell silent. Due to the extremely violent shooting, the gunpowder smoke from the gun barrels filled the nostrils of several people, and because the stray bullets pierced through the dry ice pipes used for refrigeration, the liquid in them leaked and turned into gas, thick The white smoke almost blinded everyone's sight.

For a while, the slaughterhouse was extremely quiet, only the short man's heavy breathing and the young Pique's confident footsteps.

"Are they... are they dead?"

The tall man knelt on the ground with lingering fear, looking around.

"Death must be death."

Pick took a puff of cigarette, threw the cigarette butt away, exhaled a puff of smoke ring, and said, "I just don't know if the organ can be removed. I guess it was smashed by me, and it's worthless."

The short man stood up from the ground, clutching his wrists. The severe pain made him grin his teeth fiercely: "Damn, damn reporters, I must cut off their heads and soak them in formalin as souvenirs."

Pique lit another cigarette, took a puff, spit out, and said, "Give me the man, give me the woman, that girl is very punctual, and fits my aesthetics very well."

"Really? Wouldn't it be more in line with your aesthetics that I live?"

Someone said: "What's the point if there is only one head left?"

Pique was smoking happily, and when he heard the voice behind him, his face changed drastically. He immediately turned around with his gun in his hand, but unfortunately, he was kicked in the air at the moment of turning around, and the whole person directly shot at fly away.

This was not the worst part. During the flight, the sharp and thick shotgun was also grabbed by another person and taken away.

Then, there was a muffled bang. The young man named Pi Ke bumped into the tall and short ones, knocking them to the ground with them, and rolling far away on the ground.

The smoke dissipated, and the figures of Hoffa and the girl appeared. Although the two were quite embarrassed, their bodies were covered with blood stains, but those blood stains belonged to others. They themselves were not harmed.

"How is it possible that you don't even have any injuries??"

Pique clutched his chest and looked at the two in shock.

"Because I have a good bodyguard, do you have one?"

The girl half leaned on Hoffa's side, and said with a smile.

She elbowed Hoffa. "Look, it's not bad. There's nothing wrong with asking you to act."

Hoffa didn't answer, he just stared blankly with a shotgun in his hand, to be honest, he still doesn't know how he did all this until now. Some things seem to have completely melted into the blood and turned into instinct. But as for why he can kick an adult, that will only be known when he retrieves his memory.

Compared to the girl's relaxation and joy, the three people facing each other in the slaughterhouse were already terrified. They hugged each other tightly, looking at the boys and girls in the distance with monster eyes.

"Come on, give me the gun."

The girl took the gun in Hoffa's hand with great interest.

Hoffa did not dare to disobey her will, and obediently gave her the gun.

The girl took the gun, looked up and down, left and right, and even pointed the barrel of the gun to her eyes, staring inside. While admiring her, he muttered: "Muggle weapons, interesting."

After admiring the gun, she sighed and regretted: "It's a good weapon, but its owner is not qualified to control it."

After finishing speaking, she carried the shotgun and walked towards the slaughterhouse trio.

The girl was slender and well-proportioned, and she looked very inconspicuous, but when she was walking, the lights of the slaughterhouse hit her, making her whole body black. Coupled with the thick smoke around her, she looks like a feline walking in the twilight.

While the girl was walking, her fear began to magnify infinitely, and the three of them, realizing that the final judgment was coming, rushed out of the door. But the fastest dwarf was shot.

boom! !

Accompanied by a loud bang.

The dwarf who was rushing forward suddenly accelerated, and hit the door straight, his cheek smashed the glass on the door.

Then, like a puddle of slugs, he slowly slid down the door. Leaves a bright red liquid trail.

"Haha~"

The girl smiled happily, as happy as a hunter harvesting prey.

Hoffa heard her laughter not far away, and couldn't help feeling numb in his palms.

"There's still one bullet, I'll see who of you dares to run away."

The girl said while holding a smoking shotgun.

The remaining two did not dare to run away, and stood there tremblingly, motionless. The tall man even wet his crotch, rolled his eyes and could hardly stand up.

The girl moved the gun barrel to his mouth and asked, "Where will the organs you cut out here be sent to?"

The tall man was trembling like chaff, he was almost fainting, and he stammered: "I, I, I am. I am a part-time worker. I. What. Nothing. I don't know."

"Is it."

The girl moved the barrel of the gun to Pique's mouth again: "You look like the boss, tell me."

Pique's nervous brow kept sweating, but he still tremblingly took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it slowly. After lighting it, he forced a smile and said, "Of course it's the ones that are transported to the last ones." The top hospitals are half in Europe and half in the Americas, you know, they are in great demand."

"Ooh."

The girl raised her eyebrows: "Then you must earn a lot."

Peake took a breath and said with a smile: "I'm just doing some business, a small business. You know, things like the market. Where there is demand, there is supply. These soldiers are also dead. We can put their Maximizing value allows them to help more people after death and create more jobs for the world.”

"So you're still a philanthropist."

The girl clicked her tongue and exclaimed, "It's amazing~"

"I don't dare to be a philanthropist. I'm a businessman, you know. As long as you are willing to give me a way of life, I am willing to pay all the price for this way of life. Dollars, pounds, francs, marks, all the services you want, I can do it supply!"

The girl's smile slowly disappeared, "Really?" she asked.

"Really." Pique smiled confidently.

The girl then moved the black and thick gun barrel to Pique's mouth, offsetting the cigarette in his mouth.

"Hold on." She said seriously.

Pick looked at the barrel in shock: "What are you kidding?"

The girl nodded with a serious face, and repeated: "Hold on."

Hoffa's hands in the distance became more numb, and his brain began to hurt, so he covered his face with his numb palms, unable to bear to look directly.

Seeing that the girl is so serious, she doesn't mean to be joking at all. Shocked, Pick swallowed his saliva, his fear was so great at this moment, cold sweat flowed down his chin like a waterfall. He closed his eyes in pain and despair, knelt by the gun barrel and slowly opened his mouth. As soon as the mouth opened, and the black and yellow teeth exposed by the smoke, the girl impatiently stuffed the gun barrel into Pique's mouth, and squatted down by herself. He covered his ears with one hand and pulled the trigger with the other.

boom! !

Accompanied by a loud explosion.

The back of Pique's head flew out, and the red and white things mixed with raindrops slammed on the tall man's face with a bang.

Already in extreme fear, the tall man was frightened crazy by this blow, he covered his face and screamed frantically.

ah!

ah!

ah!

ah!

ah!

One after another.

Scary as a frightened groundhog.

"It's so noisy!"

The girl straightened up, pulled out the barrel, and clicked the trigger against the tall one.

However, the only two bullets in the shotgun had been fired, and she did not fire anything.

However, this does not affect the final effect.

The moment the girl shot, the tall man fell straight backwards. After falling to the ground, some red and green bile slowly flowed out of his mouth and nose, and he was so scared to death. on the spot.

The girl was stunned, she walked up to the tall one and kicked him, then bent down and touched his nose, then straightened up and scratched her head.

"waste."

she muttered.

Seeing that none of the three survived, she threw away the shotgun in her hand and came to Hoffa with her hands in her pockets.

Hoffa looked at the girl with concern, and swallowed his saliva. What he thought in his heart was to transfer these guys to the police station or the court for trial, but he didn't expect the girl to simply kill them directly.

"Why are you standing still, look here to see if there is a heart stone."

said the girl.

Hoffa: "I've said it all, it's impossible to be in this kind of place, didn't you hear what he said? It's impossible to have stones in your heart."

The girl was annoyed: "I told you to look for it! You can trust what the traffickers say?"

Hoffa had no choice but to pick it up in this bloody place as he said. However, like other places, there are no special stones here, only flesh and bones.

In the innermost room, Hoffa and the girl saw a table full of cigarette butts. There were several telephones on the table, and beside the phones were printers and telegraphs that were constantly moving. The printer is still printing out new paper rolls, and the old paper rolls are already piled high on the ground.

Hoffa curiously picked up the stack of rolls on the ground and glanced at it, only to see that it was written.

New York Harbor, North America, Kidney Main Unit

$79.10”

open more

$79.11

empty flat

$79.13

change more

Incomprehensible words and symbols are recorded on the entire sheet, from top to bottom, endlessly.

"What's this?"

Hoffa looked at the roll of paper in his hand in confusion.

The girl looked at it for a while and said, "I seem to have heard people say that Muggles like something very much, virtual things."

"ah?"

Hoffa looked at the girl ignorantly.

"Stock index, futures and the like."

"what is that?"

"I don't know exactly what it is, but it must be the same breed. Let them be exposed together."

After finishing speaking, she pulled Hoffa to the side of the three dead guys, and stripped off their clothes in threes and fives. Then, dipping her fingers in blood, she wrote a row of large English characters on the bodies of the tall and the short - organ traffickers! After finishing writing, a big red cross was drawn.

Then, she wrote a row of large characters on Pique's body.

Human flesh trader. Similarly, it is also marked with a big red cross.

After finishing writing, she said to Hoffa.

"Bring these three guys outside while it's dark."

"Carry it outside."

Hoffa said with some concern.

"That's right." The girl nodded, and said with her hips on her hips, "Carry it outside, hang it on the top of the hospital while it's dark, then open the gate, light a torch, and let everyone see it!"

Hoffa was silent, and he felt a light singing from the bottom of his heart, like the chirping of a chick in spring, or like a nightingale singing in the evening.

"Don't you dare?" Seeing that Hoffa didn't answer, the girl asked.

Hoffa looked at the girl's deep pupils. Although he still felt uneasy and fearful, he was vaguely happy in his heart. Those who deserved their crimes must be punished. He thought to himself, there is nothing wrong with the girl's actions.

"why not."

he said softly.

In the night, according to the girl's request, Hoffa put on the executioner's white coat, put the three organ thieves into a rubber bag, and pushed them outside on a cart. The fire on the other side of the street was about to be extinguished, and still attracted a large number of people to stop and watch. They did not notice that on the building behind them, there were three dead bodies hanging on the red cross in the night.

Until the firelight behind them attracted their attention again, screams followed one after another, panic and freshness spread like waves, wave after wave. Reporters and spectators came like sharks smelling blood and surrounded the building.

Hoffa stood on the roof far away. He watched the crowd quickly surround the building, feeling a little happy for no reason. Turning his head to look at the girl's side face still covered in blood, the fear of her all along in his heart dissipated a little.

"Is there any place you want to go next?" He asked the girl.

"Why do you ask this?" The girl replied coldly.

"If you don't have a specific place, we can go to Yorkshire together." Hoffa suggested.

"oh?"

The girl raised her eyebrows: "It's really rare, why are you going to Yorkshire?"

Hoffa touched the pocket watch in his pocket and said, "Someone entrusted me with a task before he died."