The Road to Slaying God

It was wrapped in one layer of kraft paper, and I don't know how many layers were wrapped. Looking at Liu Biao's cautious expression, Zhang Yang became inexplicably nervous.

Could it be that Liu Biao collected some unique treasures?

With a sound of "Chi...", Liu Biao tore off the last layer of kraft paper. Zhang Yang looked disappointed. He thought it would be some good treasure. It turned out that it was just two ordinary machetes. Based on Zhang Yang's experience, this was definitely not What a valuable antique.

The machete was smeared with butter, so no wonder the brown paper looked wet and stained with oil.

After Liu Biao carefully took out the two knives, he first wiped off the oil stain with newspaper, and then wiped it several times with toilet paper. Gradually, as the oil stain disappeared, Zhang Yang began to feel the difference between the two knives. Totally a psychic and visual intuition.

It has to be said that these two knives are unattractive in appearance, with a crescent-shaped arc in front, no blood groove, and are smooth. The blades appear to be very sharp, shining with an icy cold light, which makes people feel heart-stopping.

The handle of the knife can be described as crudely made. There is no guard, it is just a bare wooden handle. Zhang Yang tried the design and it feels good in the hand. The wood grain is a bit rough, but it feels very good and will never slip off. .

The weight of the knife is also good, just right. Obviously, the person who made this knife did not pay attention to appearance, it was all about practicality.

"Where is your dagger?" Liu Biao chuckled.

"What?"

Zhang Yang took the dagger from his belt and handed it to Liu Biao. The dagger did not have a leather sheath. Zhang Yang was afraid of hurting himself, so he clamped the tip with a small piece of bamboo, tied it with an elastic band, and then wrapped it in a newspaper. Although it was ugly, it was okay. It's very practical. When in danger, just tear off the newspaper and the bamboo pieces.

"Watch it!"

Liu Biao looked proud and gently whittled the dagger with the machete...

Awesome!

Zhang Yang's pupils contracted for a while, because he saw that a piece of the dagger was cut off like tofu, such a sharp machete!

"Awesome! Hehe, a lathe worker from Binhu Printing Factory made this for me. That guy used to be a gangster, but he became quiet after being in jail for a few years. He said, this steel is a paper knife, for cutting iron. It's like mud, haha!" Liu Biao waved the knife in the air, and Zhang Yang quickly snatched it away. This thing was too sharp, and the slightest touch would break the skin and bleed.

"Yeah, it's a good thing!"

Zhang Yang touched the cold blade with his fingers. If he used this knife to kill people, it would definitely be stronger than a dagger. After all, a dagger is not easy to fight in a group, but a machete can cut a piece in one go, and the speed is much faster than a dagger, not to mention this kind of knife. The sharp machete can cut almost anywhere.

"Today, let these two swords become famous in the world and wash away the golden years with blood!" Liu Biao looked murderous.

"Golden Age?"

"Yes, that guy is the manager of Golden Age. The man we met on Golden Dawn Island that day was his son. Today, we are going to kill him. However, we have to fight quickly, otherwise..."

"Huh?" Zhang Yang asked when Liu Biao was about to speak but hesitated.

"Zhang Yang, you rarely go to KTV, right? It's a very complicated place like that, with everyone there. Under normal circumstances, there will be people watching the KTV, because they are afraid that some people will cause trouble after drinking and taking drugs. Of course, they They may not necessarily be at the KTV, or drink tea nearby, or spend money around. In short, as long as something happens at the KTV, they can rush to the scene in a few minutes, faster than the police, especially at night. We went to see Xiao Yiran that day. In fact, we were lucky. If it was the afternoon, we would never have had the chance to escape. In the morning, some gangsters were sleeping." Liu Biao was obviously someone who often went to those places to fool around, and he spoke eloquently.

"Can you find their place?" Zhang Yang was still worried about not being able to find the target, but he didn't expect Liu Biao to be so familiar with them.

"It's hard to say. It depends on luck. Generally, there is a manager's office in KTV. As long as he goes to work, he will definitely go to the manager's office. Of course, there is another possibility, that is, drinking with familiar guests. It doesn't matter. I'm afraid he won't go. Go to work, you can find it as long as you go to work.”

"Well, let's plan carefully. They all already know us. If we walk into Golden Age openly, we will probably be hacked to death before we even get upstairs. Moreover, entertainment venues like that have surveillance systems. If we Killing someone will definitely leave a record in the police department. Of course, they also know it’s us, we just don’t let them catch the evidence.”

Zhang Yang lowered his head and pondered. Now he and Liu Biao were in a dilemma. Killing someone like this in a public place will definitely attract the attention of the public security department. It is certain to open a case for investigation. If you still want to go home openly in the future, it is simply impossible. In fact, the best way is to murder, but this is very difficult for Zhang Yang and Liu Biao's current situation.

The first step to murder is to obtain the whereabouts of the other party, which requires a strong intelligence system. Now Zhang Yang and Liu Biao are afraid of being discovered even when walking on the street. How can they monitor the whereabouts of others? Now, the only option is to kill at the door. At least, There is another place to find targets.

"Where's the makeup?" Liu Biao asked.

"Make up is one way, but our body shape, figure, and facial features cannot be changed... By the way, there is a way..." Zhang Yang's eyes suddenly saw a string of peach bones hanging by Liu Biao's bedside. This thing was hanging at home. It has the function of warding off evil spirits. It is estimated that Mother Liu was afraid that her precious son would be hacked to death, so she hung a string of peach bones on the bed to protect her son from longevity.

"What are you doing? That's what my mother hung, don't touch it..." Liu Biao seemed to care about his mother's things.

"This is life-saving!" Zhang Yang took off the peach bones, untied the red rope, took out four bones and hung the extra ones on the bed.

"If you don't know how to do it, can this thing really save your life?" Liu Biao asked in surprise.

"Haha, actually, we are doing the simplest makeup. Wait, it will be done soon."

Liu Biao stared at Zhang Yang as he used the sharp machete to cut off the edges of the peach core, and then cut one side into a flat shape. Zhang Yang cut it very carefully, leaving no edges and corners. He watched Zhang Yang's focused and smooth knife. Fa, Liu Biao had an illusion, as if Zhang Yang was a master of sculpture.

Zhang Yang himself had no idea that his hand was jumping on the small peach core, which was full of smooth beauty. Even a rough man like Liu Biao was a little intoxicated and couldn't help but follow the jumping blade in his mind. Affects mood swings.

Finally, the four peach stones were carved into a smooth, flat object.

What surprised Liu Biao was that Zhang Yang actually stuffed two peach stone bones into his mouth.

"How is it?" Zhang Yang smiled.

"Ah... you are so amazing... haha..." Seeing that Zhang Yang's originally thin face turned into a round face, Liu Biao jumped up with joy. Zhang Yang stuffed the two peach stones into his cheeks, His whole person had changed. Liu Biao believed that people who were not particularly familiar with him would not be able to recognize Zhang Yang now.

"Haha, this can only be regarded as a basic one. We must also do some other work, such as thickening the eyebrows, drawing a beard, or wearing a hat, etc. In addition, we must not leave fingerprints or hair , as long as we don’t leave any direct evidence, we won’t be afraid even if they all know it was us, do you understand?”

"Uh-huh……"

"Let's go, I always feel that it's not good to stay at your house for too long. If they are watching around your house, I guess it will be bad." Zhang Yang stood up and said.

"Walk!"

Liu Biao took down a travel backpack hanging on the wall, wrapped two knives in newspapers and put them inside the bag.

"Uncle and aunt, let's go."

"Mom, Dad, I'm leaving..."

"Oh, be careful and be safe. If you encounter any difficulties, just call."

"Biao'er, remember, if anything happens, call mom right away. Take this with you. If you go out, bring some money with you if you are brave." Liu's mother chased him to the door and gave Liu Biao a stack of banknotes. Zhang Yang made an estimate. , at least five thousand or more.

After some chattering at the door, the two finally went downstairs.

"The air outside is better..." After going downstairs, Liu Biao took a deep breath. It seemed that staying at home was a very painful thing.

"Let's go!"

As soon as he walked out of the yard and walked less than a hundred meters, suddenly, Zhang Yang grabbed Liu Biao and started running wildly. An extreme danger filled the air. This was a feeling that Zhang Yang had never encountered before, because this danger was directed at him. They came, Zhang Yang believed in his intuition, and it was precisely because of this intuition that he could survive these days of escaping.

Sniper!

Suddenly, the hair on Zhang Yang's body exploded as he ran wildly. He remembered that time when he and Lu Fei were at the door of the library. That time, the old woman gave him exactly this feeling. Obviously, they were targeted by a killer... …

(To be continued)