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Chapter 23 - Execution of mission, human tragedy

Jiangcheng.

No. 18, Riverside Villa District.

"What are the things out there..."

Mr. Zhou, who used to be steady and calm in the past, is now hiding behind the back of the sofa with fear.

He looked up tremblingly, and when he saw the black figure standing next to the TV, he was suddenly too frightened to say anything.

Mr. Zhou lives with his son.

But he is not his biological son, but his adopted son, named Zhou Bowen.

Zhou Bowen is a typical science student. He has been at Kyoto University of Science all year round. He only returned to Jiangcheng during the summer vacation some time ago.

Mr. Zhou never expected that his adopted son, who had always been obedient to him, would suddenly go crazy with him!

Thinking of Zhou Bowen's crazy appearance, Mr. Zhou was frightened for a while.

Really crazy!

The child who used to be so docile.

Suddenly he becomes like a mad dog!

Mr. Zhou lowered his head. His arm was already bloody, and one of his fingers was missing. It was bitten off by Zhou Bowen.

It is said that ten fingers are connected to the heart, and at this moment, the heartbreaking pain was constantly attacking Mr. Zhou.

But Mr. Zhou could only endure the pain and hold his breath.

Just because he discovered that Zhou Bowen seemed to rely on his voice to identify his position.

"Dad...Dad, where are you?"

The disheveled Zhou Bowen murmured in horror.

Bright blood stained the hair, and wisps of blood hung down, reflecting a pair of bloody eyes between the gaps.

"Dad, didn't you agree that when you die, these things will all be mine..."

Zhou Bowen picked up an antique vase and showed an expression of obsession.

Mr. Zhou felt as if he was struck by lightning when he heard these words, a desperate and bitter smile appeared on his face.

He has always regarded Zhou Bowen as his biological son.

Even all the family property was wanted to be inherited by Zhou Bowen.

But, how could that docile child become like this!

Mr. Zhou cried out in despair in his heart.

right!

That's right!

It must be some weird manipulation!

Zhou Bowen is definitely obsessed with his mind!

Suddenly, with a bang, the generous wooden door of the villa was kicked open, and strong sunlight poured in. Zhou Laoqing couldn't help but cover his eyes, and could only vaguely see a group of figures standing at the door.

"I am Qin Feng."

Qin Feng strode in, glanced at Zhou Bowen indifferently, turned to Mr. Zhou who was hiding behind the sofa and said: "As instructed by Brother Jue, come here to welcome Mr. Zhou to join the Zhuri Organization!"

Roar!

Before Mr. Zhou could reply, Zhou Bowen roared at Qin Feng as if he was having a stress reaction, with smelly flesh, blood, and saliva flying in his mouth.

Qin Feng frowned slightly and waved his hand lightly: "Qin Shan, Qin Jin, Qin Shu, kill him."

Qin Shan walked out with his sword in hand, full of murderous intent. He was not like a descendant of the old Qin family at all, but more like the experienced swordsman of Longcheng.

"Don't!"

Mr. Zhou suddenly rushed out and hugged Qin Shan's thigh, tears and snot gushing out together.

"Don't kill him! He is my son! He is my son!"

Hearing this, Qin Jin and Qin Shu both stopped holding their swords and looked at Qin Feng.

Qin Feng frowned and looked at Zhou Bowen.

After watching it for a long time, I still didn't feel that Zhou Bowen looked like a human being.

"Mr. Zhou, he is no longer your son!" Qin Feng raised the sharp Tang Dao and said with wary eyes: "He has been contaminated by the evil spirit now! He is not a human being!"

"No! He is my son!"

Mr. Zhou suddenly rushed out and stood in front of Zhou Bowen.

Looking at the gray-haired old man in front of him, Qin Feng's eyes darkened.

But at this time, Zhou Bowen calmed down, and put his bloody face to Mr. Zhou's ear from behind. While exhaling a fishy breath, he said softly: "Dad, I worked so hard to find you."

Mr. Zhou trembled all over.

There was a feeling like a thorn in the back.

He gritted his teeth but never moved an inch.

He kept standing in front of Zhou Bowen.

Qin Feng's eyes were sad: "Mr. Zhou, you are so stupid!"

Mr. Zhou's hair was disheveled and his Tang suit was in a mess. He yelled crazily: "You are not allowed to hurt him anyway!"

Poof!

The next second.

Zhou Bowen opened his bloody mouth and bit Mr. Zhou on the shoulder.

With a pop, a large piece of flesh and blood was uprooted!

Mr. Zhou let out a painful cry.

Zhou Bowen showed a bloody and terrifying smile: "Dad, you are going to die."

Mr. Zhou trembled all over, his eyes full of despair.

Not the despair of life and death, but the despair of family love.

But he still had a glimmer of hope and looked back at Zhou Bowen tremblingly.

"Dad, only after you die can these things be mine!"

"hahahahahahahaha!!!"

Zhou Bowen let out a heart-rending, high-pitched laugh.

That mouth full of blood and bloody eyes.

There is no human appearance at all!

"You piece of trash is so swollen?!"

Qin Feng suddenly struck out, and the Tang Dao struck Zhou Bowen's neck hard!

Like cutting tofu with a knife, Zhou Bowen's head was chopped off with a pop.

A familiar cold and strange aura swam into the bodies of the Bai Dao people.

At the same time, a faint gray fog slowly dissipated on Zhou Bowen's headless body.

It's just this gray fog that Qin Feng and no one else saw.

The gray mist drifted through the window, floated into the sky, and merged into the distant flesh-and-blood umbrella. However, Qin Feng and others were also not qualified to see the flesh-and-blood umbrella.

"Ah! Uh..."

Mr. Zhou watched Zhou Bowen's head roll down in front of him, his pupils suddenly dilated, he covered his head with his hands, his lips trembled, and he let out a painful and difficult whimper. This was the reaction of an old man who was extremely sad.

"take away!"

Qin Feng put away his knife with a cold expression.

"Take this trick away!"

In this way, Mr. Zhou, who was lost and wailing miserably, was picked up by Qin Feng, leaving only an empty villa with blood on the ground.

...

at the same time.

Nancheng District rental area.

When Qin Zhen led people to the destination, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

In the narrow rental house in front of him, there were piles of bloody corpses everywhere.

And a bloody young man, holding a bent iron rod, sitting on the pile of corpses with bloody hair hanging down, his eyes dull, seemed to be muttering something.

"Is this the person Brother Jue wants?"

Qin Zhen frowned and looked at the photo.

"Yes, that's the man!"

The noise from outside broke the dead silence of the rental house.

Fang Xiu raised his chaotic eyes and looked at Qin Zhen, subconsciously wanting to lift the iron rod.

"What do you want to do?" Qin Zhen narrowed his eyes and exuded a sense of majesty.

Fang Xiu regained consciousness, looked around, trembled for a moment, and let out a heartbreaking cry.

"Why are you here! Why are you here!"

Qin Zhen squatted down and looked at the corpses one by one.

"They were all young men and women, no more than twenty-five years old, but they all died from continuous blunt force trauma."

"The bones of some corpses were smashed. How strong and murderous is this?"

Qin Zhen raised his head: "Fang Xiu, did you kill him?"

Qin Zhen's eyes were slightly squinted.

The Tang Dao in his palm was also tightly clenched.

But Fang Xiu didn't notice it and just kept crying.

He cried and said, "It's not that I want to kill them!"

"It's because they have nothing to eat and they are plotting to kill me..."

Qin Zhen's pupils shrank suddenly, he stood up slowly, and slowly listened to Fang Xiu's cry.