The Death Knell

After insulting the seven dwarfs for their construction skills, the two brothers happily walked on the way to their shack.

Anyway, looking at the smoke floating over the house, they must be cooking at the moment, right? That's good. Maybe after killing them, you can try their craftsmanship.

The trees near the river seem sparse, mainly because the stones on the river bank are not suitable for the growth of trees. After the original stream gathered other streams, it has now become a small river, always rushing forward like a timeline. More and more huge.

But the good thing is that the sound of the rushing river covers the sound of Deadpool's slightly cumbersome footsteps. He has never been the kind of assassin who is good at sneaking, and the smell on his body is also very detrimental to sneaking.

But today was okay, the dwarf in the house was cutting onions for cooking, so he temporarily lost his sense of smell.

The two of them arrived at the shack very quickly. They didn't need to hold the window to look. The darkness had already sensed the situation in the room. There was a dwarf who was humming a song and cooking, but his companions seemed to have gone out.

Speaking of which, judging from the original work, these dwarves are quite idle and like to go out and cut down big trees every day. It may not be time to get off work yet.

Too on point, a lone prey with his back turned to him, and his attention was not focused on alerting the surrounding environment.

So Su Ming gave a tactical gesture to his cousin on the side.

"ha?"

Deadpool showed the same expression as a 'confused white cat'. Under normal circumstances, he could understand a little bit, but the feeding operation he had just experienced was too exciting and caused brain cancer, so that knowledge was temporarily suspended. forgotten.

The speechless Deathstroke rolled his eyes. He originally wanted to be an ordinary dwarf and let his cousin play with him, but now he has become mentally retarded again.

It seems I still have to do it myself.

Gently pushing open the window, the death knell rolled into the room silently. He was behind the dwarf in an instant, grabbed the prey's head and pressed it into the boiling cauldron in front of him.

This pot is a bit like the type of potion used by witches in fairy tales. It is dark and round like a flask. Moreover, since it has to cook for seven people, this pot is really big, enough to put several Go alone.

The boiling water splashed out with wisps of white smoke. The prey struggled desperately, but because his entire head was underwater, he couldn't even scream.

No matter how hard he struggled to survive, the big hand behind his head remained motionless, and the hand soaked in the hot soup did not tremble at all, as if he could not feel any pain.

When the boiling water falling outside the pot lost its heat and the faint white smoke was once again penetrated by the sunlight outside the window, the dwarf was already motionless. He was like a rag doll, with his head stuffed in the pot and his body hanging on the edge of the pot.

Perhaps because of poor hygiene, the soup made with him does not smell good.

"Wow, I've learned something." Deadpool also jumped in from the window. He looked at the deceased, picked up the triangular hat that fell on the ground and put it on his head: "I always felt like stuffing people's heads in the past. The process of drowning in the toilet is a little slow. Today I saw my cousin using boiling water to drown the prey, and I realized that this is much faster."

As I said before, the difference between mercenaries and assassins is not very big in many cases. When a client hires you, killing one person is a job, killing a group of people is also a job, and going to the battlefield to fight is also a job. It is nothing more than the price. question.

When engaging in assassination, it is important to adapt measures to local conditions. When carrying out a mission, it does not necessarily mean that you have to snipe the target just because you have brought a sniper rifle.

The situation at the scene is always changing, so adaptability is the key. This is what a killer with no hair but a barcode on his head does very well.

When killing people in places with water such as kitchens and bathrooms, drowning is a good choice. It is quiet and misleading. As long as some wine is poured into the mouth of the corpse, the police officers will rule out the possibility of drunken drowning or suicide. This time is enough for the killer to escape.

Of course, if the scene is arranged well enough, it is not impossible for the deceased to be deemed to have died accidentally.

"This is not what you should learn, Wade." Su Ming straightened up, shook off the soup on his hand, and also shook off the contaminated cooked scalp of the victim: "You should have seen that if this little dwarf uses an induction cooker If he was cooking, he wouldn’t be killed like this by me.”

There are no hard vegetables in the soup pot, just carrots, potatoes and onions. Are these little guys still vegetarians? It's really crooked.

"I see, you really have to live and learn. I know that eating stew is harmful to your health." Deadpool nodded seriously and wrote down this knowledge. As long as he doesn't eat European-style stew, he won't be affected by it. People were pressed into soup pots and boiled to death.

"Okay, kill one, and there are six more. The food is not ready yet. I guess it will be at least half an hour before they come back." Su Ming silently ordered the strangulation to dismantle the body. After discarding the clothes, he The body parts were thrown into the pot: "Did you notice anything wrong?"

"Yes, brother, I am also a lone mercenary after all. I still have some observation skills." Deadpool showed a crooked smile like a dragon king. He raised a finger, shook it and drew a circle, and said : "This house is too big for dwarves."

Yes, just like Deadpool said, this house looks like a simple shack from the outside, but I have to say that the inside of the room still looks quite cozy.

The wooden structure, the atmosphere of life, the beautiful and exquisite furniture, as well as various sofas and quilts.

The only problem is that the beam height is more than four meters, and the chairs at the dining table are all different. There are high stools for dwarfs to sit on, and ordinary chairs for normal-sized humans.

"Ugh." The strangulation also made a sound. It made a new discovery when it was dismembering the corpse, that is, the deceased was not a dwarf, but a human dwarf. Strictly speaking, he could be said to be a disabled person.

"Congratulations, brother, you killed someone." Deadpool immediately started applauding. Before, his cousin said he wouldn't kill humans, but now he's doing it.

Su Ming shrugged nonchalantly and signaled the strangler to continue working and cut the deceased into small pieces to make it easier to taste.

"It's all his fault. He was a good dwarf. He insisted on playing the role of a dwarf. He deserves to die. You can't blame me."

"Yes, what about the remaining six people? Do you still want to kill them?" Deadpool actually doesn't care, since most of his prey are the same kind: "If you don't want to kill, just let me do it, although my methods are not good. As brave as you are, I will definitely let them die miserably."

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