Devil Fruit of the City

The leader is a middle-aged man in his forties, with a cut head and a thick face. He looks like a big man. This man is the famous strong brother.

Of the remaining two, one was the man who pointed the gun at the fat man. He had a very ordinary appearance and a thin body, as if he could be blown away by a gust of wind. More like those students who went to school and were bullied and blackmailed by hooligans.

But maybe it is also because of this, the kind of ordinary appearance, who seems to disappear completely as soon as he enters the crowd, so his true face has been hidden very deeply, and he has not been caught by the police until now. It can be said that this kind of person is very suitable. A ruthless role as a killer.

I haven't seen the other fat man, but he is tall and mighty, with a long scar on his face. He looks like a humanoid Tyrannosaurus rex.

"Two friends, did you sleep well? Are you satisfied with my arrangement?" Brother Qiang squatted in front of them with a smile. The current performance is undoubtedly very gentlemanly.  Urban Devil Fruit 137

Unfortunately, Tang Xiying was indifferent to his politeness, she even shrank back in fear.

Brother Qiang didn't take it seriously, and looked at the fat man with a smile: "Brothers, it's a bit abrupt to invite you to be a guest, but don't be afraid, we are just asking for money, and we don't mean to hurt you. Please rest assured, if you can cooperate obediently , I will guarantee your safety."

The gentler his voice was, the more frightened Fatty felt. This was very different from the brutal kidnapper in the movie. The more humble he was, the more it showed that his ferocity was inestimable.

Because a dog that bites does not bark!

Fatty felt that his whole body was trembling nervously, and he probably lost the blood on his face. Trying to keep his voice from trembling too much, he looked into the other person's eyes without showing weakness:

"I don't know how this big brother plans to deal with us?"

Of course, although Fatty mustered up the courage to say such a sentence, Fatty's heart was still timid when he looked at Brother Qiang's seemingly gentle but cold and cruel eyes.

"Hehe! Of course the goods are on the shelves waiting for buyers." After finishing speaking, he stood up and waved to the man with the scar who was holding a small video camera.

Then he looked at Fatty and Tang Xiying, and smiled: "Now we have to let the goods check the quality of the goods, you better cooperate."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand to pull Tang Xiying. Tang Xiying screamed in fright, and quickly stepped back a few steps until she reached the cold white wall before stopping.

The fat man grabbed his hand instinctively, building up his courage: "Brother, how do you want to cooperate, I'll do it, don't make it difficult for girls."

Brother Qiang sneered, slapped the fat man's hand away, and said, "Fatty man, don't be shameless! You still want to be a hero to save the beauty. To put it bluntly, you are not qualified to be the protagonist."

Sure enough, he was just a bonus for the kidnapping event, and it didn't mean much to them! Maybe it's still a big trouble, should I be more quiet, so as not to be killed by them, the fat man thought.

Brother Qiang ignored the fat man's wild thoughts, and reached out to grab Tang Xiying again.

Seeing this, the fat man became anxious, he didn't know where the courage came from, and all those cautious thoughts before were thrown into the Yellow River, but he stretched out his hand and pushed the big man in front of him staggeringly.

"Crack!" A crisp sound——

Brother Qiang was angry, and he slapped Fatty with his backhand. Countless stars appeared in front of Fatty's eyes. He was dizzy for a moment and couldn't sit still.

"Fuck you~ damn it, you don't have to drink a toast!" Brother Qiang's hidden vicious nature finally broke out.

"No! Please, don't hit him."   Devil Fruit of the City 137

Tang Xiying's screams echoed in the room, and she looked at Brother Qiang pleadingly.

As if hearing the begging, Brother Qiang seemed even more excited. The bloodthirsty, cruelty, and rage that emerged from the bottom of his heart made all his reason disappear, and his eyes radiated a bloody cold light, leaving only a A ferocious beast purely for revenge.

Even the two men next to him, the man with the scar and the thin man, were so scared that they took a few steps back again and again, not daring to approach the furious brother Qiang at all.

I saw that Brother Qiang's big-toed leather shoes simply stomped and kicked the fat man's body and head without any discipline, regardless of the severity, and regardless of the target, as if he wanted to kick the fat man into a pile of shit. crazy.

For a moment, the fat man was beaten to death, screaming again and again.

At this moment, Fatty Zhang Haonan seemed to feel that he was like a drum, being hit randomly by countless hammers, and was about to explode. His mouth could no longer make any sound, and what he could hear in his ears was "" Hurrah" sound.

Three minutes later, Brother Qiang seemed to have vented all his anger. He stopped kicking, spat hard on the ground, and looked disdainfully at the fat man who had been flattened so badly:

"Boy, is it cool? Is it completely cool? I hate people who are overconfident, and people who push their limits the most. If you give you three "colors", you just want to open a dyeing room. Are you fucking looking for death?"

Tang Xiying hugged the fat man and cried: "Woooo~~, are you...are you in pain? Are you still alive? Fatty, can you say something?"

He spoke warmly and softly, but the fat man couldn't hear clearly anymore. He only felt that his eyes were dark and his whole body was in pain like being pricked by needles. He just wanted to sleep well and have a good rest.

Brother Qiang approached them, lowered his body again, and said coldly: "Little sister, come here and make a video. Otherwise, I'm going to kick this fat man again. You saw it just now. My footwork is not good, but the strength of my feet is strong." It's still very big, if you accidentally kick him to death, I'm sorry."

Tang Xiying didn't speak, but gave Brother Qiang a hard look, helped the fat man to lie down in the corner, and then walked towards the man with the scar and his camera.

"Wait!" The man with the scar was about to start filming when Tang Xiying suddenly said, "You must treat his wounds, otherwise even if he dies, I won't cooperate with you!"

Tang Xiying pointed at the fat man, her face was resolute, and her tone was unquestionable, as if she had the idea of ​​seeing death as home.

Seeing this, Brother Qiang frowned and said, "Don't worry, as long as you cooperate obediently, then we are humanitarians, and if you dare to interfere, then we are terrorists, understand?"

"Okay!" Tang Xiying knew that this was their biggest bottom line, so she could only sigh helplessly. Wiping away the tears from his eyes, he sat on the chair that the gangster had prepared long ago, facing the scarred man's camera.

The scarred man was holding the camera and was adjusting the focus. Brother Qiang stood beside the scarred man with his arms around his arms. Seeing that the picture effect had been adjusted, he said coldly, "Let's get started."

During the whole period, the gunman didn't make any sound, just silently holding a new 0.44 caliber automatic pistol, standing behind him, pointing the cold muzzle at Tang Xiying.

At this time, Tang Xiying's mouth was stuffed with a rag, because the criminals didn't need her to speak, not even a word.

From the photographed picture, we can see a helpless girl who was kidnapped by gangsters, her mouth was stuffed into a rag, and she could not speak at all. The beautiful big eyes seemed to want to say something, express something, but she couldn’t. Can't express anything, only panic, fear, numbness, anxiety, and despair.

The quiet picture, the monotonous colors, and the extremely depressing atmosphere contain a sense of solemnity, and the whole space is filled with uneasiness, fear, and confusion, like a tight thread, which seems to be broken soon. .

If someone sees this kind of picture, without further explanation, they will definitely know that the girl in front of him is in an unimaginable danger.  Urban Devil Fruit 137

With this kind of shooting skills alone, this guy can be called a master horror film director, instinctively bringing Freud's psychology to the extreme.

It can only be said that he deserves to be a Class A wanted criminal who has been hiding for more than ten years and has not been arrested by the police? !