Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 71 The Devil Whispers

Author: Zhu Bajie who pursues dreams

Chapter 71 The Devil Whispers

"hiss"

The little black snake flapped its fleshy membrane and flew in the air, its hissing sound making people shudder.

Right below it, a pool of green viscous liquid was constantly corroding the carpet, emitting a pungent stench.

This pool of liquid is the only evidence that Myron Walker ever existed.

"Hiss!"

The little black snake hovering in the air suddenly turned sharply and flew downstairs along the staircase door that Myron Walker had opened.

In a guest room on the first floor, a little black snake flew to the door, circled for a moment, and suddenly let out a hissing sound from its mouth.

Blue electric light flashed on the black scales, and as it rushed forward, a bullet-like hole appeared in the hard guest room door, and the hole was scorched black.

"Hiss..."

In the room, a man in a trench coat was wiping his gun, when he heard a hissing sound and wanted to look up.

A red-white high-intensity electric current engulfed him instantly.

There is a clothing studio near the Bulgari Hotel. This street-facing store, through the glass, you can see the fabrics, hand-made sewing machines, and hanging semi-finished clothes inside.

Obviously, this studio is one of Italy's characteristic industries, handmade tailoring.

Thanks to Milan's luxury goods industry and Italy's cultural export to the world's clothing brands.

Italian high-end luxury brands are popular all over the world, such as Prada, Gucci, Versace, Bulgari, Dolce & Gabbana, Valentino...

These well-known brands are all from Italy.

(In addition to operating in the hotel industry, Bulgari is also the third largest jewelry brand in the world.)

A century ago, the concept of industrial production was popular in the Federation and Europe, but some Italian craftsmen were stubborn and believed in tradition:

Shoes should fit your feet, clothes should fit well, and the materials should be good and durable.

This is completely contrary to the concept that production efficiency is king in large industry.

Not everyone has the courage to go against the tide of the times.

This paranoia about tradition has given rise to a number of fine handcrafted brands.

Among the top ten men's clothing brands in the world, Italian brands account for eight.

They insist on making these suits by hand, without even using any sewing machines.

They believe that handwork has unique qualities.

A hand-sewn suit cannot be replicated through industrial processes.

Fitting and comfortable, a truly good tailor can produce no more than a dozen pieces of clothing per year, but this has increasingly attracted many wealthy people.

You get what you pay for. Take the white suits worn by Tang and Song Dynasties as an example. The price of one set is as high as eighty or ninety thousand US dollars. The high price is enough to prohibit ordinary people.

Judging from the sewing machine, it is obvious that the tailors in this store cannot reach the level of serving the top rich.

After all, the top tailors claim that all 7,000 stitches are sewn by hand.

Through the glass window, you can vaguely see that in the shopping mall, there are red dots flashing brightly and darkly.

"Jeremy, something's wrong. Myron Walker has been in there for half an hour. Why can't he hear any movement?"

Using cloth from the store to raise the gun stands, the two killers set up two sniper rifles, lay on the ground, and aimed at the target room in the hotel opposite.

One of the killers turned around and saw his accomplice puffing away smoke.

He knocked the cigarette out of his accomplice's mouth and shouted angrily in a low voice:

"Jeremy, how many times have I told you not to smoke while on duty, it will kill you!"

By the light of the cigarette butt, you can see that Jeremy is a white young man who looks to be in his twenties, with blond hair, tattoos on half of his face, and a nose stud, with a rebellious expression.

"Okay, uncle, let me tell you, we might as well use rocket launchers to blast the room with everyone!

I know an arms dealer. When the army changed its uniform, he took the opportunity to buy a batch of weapons that the military had just purchased. To be honest, the sniper rifles in our hands should also be replaced..."

Looking at his chattering nephew, the older killer pinched his eyebrows helplessly. He just wanted to educate his nephew, who had just joined the industry, about the rules of the Continental Hotel.

A flash of white light burst into the dark room,

laugh!

His head flew straight out,

Blood rose into the sky, covering Jeremy's head and face.

Feeling the thick blood on his body and face, he looked at his uncle's head thrown into his arms.

Jeremy let out a shrill, high-pitched scream, just like a little girl who had been raped.

laugh!

Yida sent the young killer to meet his uncle. Blade picked up a piece of cloth and wiped the silver-plated knife before disappearing into the darkness, looking for the next target.

The dark night is the perfect cover color for the blade.

The reason why he appears here is of course because of West.

As a local snake, West was naturally unable to hide the fact that the Continental Hotel had put Tang and Song on its hunting list.

Out of the importance he attached to the descendants of Tang and Song, West not only sent Blades to help out, but also sent a group of referees from the Inquisition.

…………

"Puff..."

A killer held UZi in both hands, pointed at the armored man in front of him and pulled the trigger.

These armored men suddenly appeared, wearing ancient Roman bronze armor and carrying various cold weapons in their hands. As soon as they appeared, they launched an attack on the killers surrounding the Bulgari Hotel.

Firearms versus cold weapons, I have the advantage!

This is the first reaction of many killers when they see these strong men playing cosplay.

What a joke, how many years have passed since the era of cold weapons.

However, when they actually faced these strong men wearing bronze armor, these killers felt what it meant to be desperate.

"Puff puff puff..."

The two UZI magazines in his hand were emptied instantly, and fifty rounds of bullets hit the bronze armor of the strong man in front of him.

After the clanging sound, the killer looked at the white holy light on the strong man's bronze armor with some despair.

“God so loves the world!”

Before the killer could change his ammunition, the referee of the Inquisition uttered a sincere prayer, his body was covered with a layer of white holy light, and he turned sideways and hit the killer.

The strong man's charge was like a wild boar charging. His elbow directly smashed into the killer's chest, sending him flying more than ten meters away.

A killer wearing a one-piece leather jacket and a closed helmet saw that the situation was not right, twisted the accelerator, and wanted to run away.

"Huhu..."

A referee held a bronze flail hammer the size of a human head in one hand.

Swinging the flail, the hammer-head the size of a human head and the chain directly smashed the killer and his motorcycle away.

"Shet, what kind of monsters are these!"

Watching a strong man in bronze armor brandish a medieval cross sword, splitting a well-known killer in half with his gun.

Many killers who wanted to wait and see could no longer sit still and fled in all directions.

Is this what the Inquisition is all about?

Bulgari Hotel, Tang and Song Dynasty appeared on the rooftop rooftop at some unknown time.

He put his hands behind his hands and watched below a group of strong men in bronze armor slaughtering the group of killers at the Continental Hotel.

"Physical quality and muscle strength are about one and a half to two times that of ordinary people. The bronze armor on his body comes with the blessing of holy light!"

Watching a strong man wearing boxing gloves punch a car door into a dent,

The car weighing several tons was forcefully moved four to five meters by a punch.

Tang Song raised his eyebrows. This power was even inferior to digging Captain America out of the ice.

He could see that the physical fitness of these strong men was indeed good, but the one with the best physical fitness was only 50-50 equal to the American team.

But the bronze armor and weapons they wore seemed to give them a certain increase in strength.

Enchantment, or angel blessing, the Tang and Song Dynasties were thinking about the legends of Western religions.

With a flick of his finger, two sword pellets flew out, forming two sword shadows more than ten meters long in mid-air.

Two cars that were trying to sneak into the armored man were split in two by the sharp sword energy, revealing the trembling drivers inside.

The strong man holding a chain and flail glanced at Tang Song who was standing on the top of the building and nodded to him.

Then without hesitation, he swung his flail and hit the two killers.

……………

At three or four o'clock in the morning, outside the Bulgari Hotel, everything was quiet.

A group of people wearing waterproof jumpsuits and rainproof hoods appeared on the street in two trucks.

In the presidential suite of the Bulgari Hotel, Tang and Song stood by the window, quietly watching the group of "colleagues" carrying the bodies outside the hotel and cleaning up the scene.

"boss!"

Ryan had taken off his body armor, still dressed as a butler, and stood behind Tang Song.

"Find a gold shop and order a batch of crosses. Take them with you to the Vatican with me tomorrow! Well, don't forget to add a layer of silver on the outside of these crosses!"

Tang Song looked at the "scavenger" below busy cleaning up the corpse, rubbed his black jade finger, and said to Ryan.

"I understand, boss!" Ryan nodded!

………………

"Boss! Someone is coming to visit!"

In the Tang and Song dynasties, breakfast was served

Ryan, who was about to discuss compensation with the Bulgari Hotel, suddenly led a man in.

Tang Song put down the chopsticks in his hands and looked at the visitor.

"Hello, Mr. Tang! I am Willie Gambino!"

Willy Gambino bent down and introduced himself to Tang Song.

"Gambino?" Tang Song repeated with a smile, sizing up the Italian in suits and ties in front of him.

"Mr. Tang, I'm sorry for the trouble the Gambino family has caused you. Although I am only the adopted son of the Gambino family, I am willing to take all responsibilities!"

Willie Gambino took out a check from his pocket and handed it to Tang Song with both hands respectfully.

"This is my little thought, please accept it!"

Tang Song looked at the numbers on the check and tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

Willy Gambino felt as if every blow from Tang Song was hitting him. This torment was like a fish waiting to be slaughtered on the chopping board.

Beads of sweat flowed down Willie Gambino's forehead and onto the carpet, and he didn't even dare to raise his hand to wipe it.

"Are you the manager of the Continental Hotel?!"

The words Tang Song spoke immediately made Willie Gambino's legs weak.

"Mr. Tang, this was all Old Gambino's idea. I have withdrawn your reward from the Continental Hotel!"

Willie Gambino explained incessantly.

He couldn't help but be afraid. As an adopted son who aspired to inherit the Gambino family, he placed many people in the Gambino Manor.

Therefore, he immediately learned the news that a large number of Gambino Sr. family members, including his son and grandson, were missing.

In addition, a large number of killers at the Continental Hotel were wiped out, and Willy Gambino, no matter how stupid he was, understood what was going on.

Willie Gambino is not a fool, nor would a fool reach the position of manager of the Continental Hotel as the adopted son of his family.

This is also the reason why he rushed to the Bulgari Hotel as soon as possible, compensated the hotel for its losses, and spent almost all of his wealth.

Tang Song waved his hand and motioned for Ryan to take the check from Willy's hand. He looked at Willie Gambino and asked.

"Do you want to be the patriarch of the Gambino family?"

Think about it, only a fool doesn’t think about it!

Willie Gambino almost blurted out, but when he came into contact with Tang Song's half-smiling eyes, it was like a bucket of cold water poured over his head, and he suddenly calmed down.

"Mr. Tang, I am just the adopted son of the family, and I am not qualified to inherit the family's industry!"

"Aren't they all missing?" Tang Song interrupted Willie Gambino.

"There are still some family members who are not at the manor..." Willy Gambino paused for a moment. He met Tang Song's eyes and instantly understood what he meant.

"I will ask someone to help you and help you take the position of the patriarch of the Gambino family,"

Tang Song's words were like the whispers of a devil, ringing in Willy Gambino's ears.

"I think five mafia families in Italy are too many. What do you think, Mr. Godfather!"

More than an hour later, Willy Gambino walked out of the Bulgari Hotel in a daze.

(End of chapter)