The Periodic Table of Words at Hogwarts

After entering the violent blood state, Zhang Qi's body's sensory functions were once again expanded, which allowed him to clearly smell the pungent stench mixed with the smell of blood in the air.

Zhang Qi was in the side corridor of the building. The light here was very dim. Only the shining neon lights in the main corridor in front provided some pink-purple light.

In addition to the smell of perfume, blood and stench in the air, Zhang Qi also smelled some pungent smell, which seemed to come from the basement below.

According to Sicily's undercover agent here, the second and third floors here are mainly engaged in the leather and meat business, the first floor is the living area, and the underground is a huge illegal market where all kinds of dirty and dirty transactions are carried out.

Organ trafficking, slave trade, illegal drugs...

As a philosopher said: Capital comes to this world, bleeding and dirty from head to toe.Those capitalists are afraid of no profit and too little profit, just like nature is afraid of a vacuum.Once there are appropriate profits, capitalists will be bold.

If there is 10% profit, it is guaranteed to be used everywhere; if there is 20% profit, it will become active; if there is 50% profit, it will dare to take risks; for 100% profit, it will dare to trample on the world All laws; if there is a 300% profit, it dares to commit any crime, and can even sell the rope used to hang itself.

Holding back the nausea caused by these shocking smells, Zhang Qi quietly walked along the stairs towards the second floor.

I quietly reached the second floor in the darkness, where the light began to gradually brighten.There was a thug standing at the top of the stairs, with his back to Zhang Qi's direction, lighting the cigarette in his mouth.

Against the backdrop of the dirty walls, the plume of black smoke produced by Zhang Qi's use of Mingzhao was so inconspicuous that in this light and environment, it was impossible for anyone to spot him.

He quietly walked past the guard. It happened that the door next to him was ajar, and a sound of "Uh-huh" was coming from inside. It seemed that someone had been gagged and was screaming in pain.

Zhang Qi, who was invisible in the darkness, frowned, with an ominous premonition in his heart. Then he gently pushed the door open a little with his fingertips and took a peek inside.

After just one glance at Zhang Qi, he turned his head away. The muscles in his right hand holding the black meteorite iron thorn tightly were shaking uncontrollably.

Wine bottles, white powder scattered on the table, a girl covered in scars...

Zhang Qi turned around and walked towards the thug at the top of the stairs.

He changed his mind. No adult male in this building could get out alive today.

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Just when the thug standing at the top of the stairs took a deep breath from the cigarette and was about to slowly exhale the smoke from his lungs, he found that he could not do it.

A small white hand grabbed his Adam's apple and squeezed hard.

"Gala"!

Zhang Qi grabbed the opponent's neck with five fingers and exerted force on the center. With a disgusting muffled sound, the thug collapsed weakly on the ground with horrified eyes, while spitting out blood and bone fragments.

In his last sight before death, those dazzling eyes like molten gold burned his sinful soul.

Zhang Qi gently raised his left foot to catch the corpse's head to prevent the sound of the head hitting the ground from alerting others. Then he quickly pulled himself out from under the corpse and bent down to take away a card from the corpse's suit pocket. handkerchief.Then he walked towards the room he had been in at a fast pace without making any sound, and quietly opened the old wooden door.

The man in the room was so engrossed that he didn't realize that someone had appeared behind him.

"Swipe pull"!

Zhang Qi raised his hand and threw the white handkerchief he had just taken from the body towards the girl's face, just covering her eyes.

The man finally realized something was wrong, and turned around hurriedly with his fat body. When he saw Zhang Qi, his face was full of panic. Just when he backed away in fear and opened his mouth as if to scream, Zhang Qi had already He rushed in front of him with a lunge.

The first knife was cut from the throat, perfectly avoiding all major blood vessels. The arc of the military stab allowed Zhang Qi to easily cut the man's vocal cord muscles to ensure that he would not make any noise in the subsequent process. Scream.

For the second knife, the pitch-black blade penetrated the left and right upper arms respectively, cutting the ligaments and tendons inside to prevent the man from using his hands to fight back or escape.

For the third time, Zhang Qi circled behind the obese man. With a perfect side lunge and rotation of his upper body, the sharp blade passed through his two back knee sockets, cutting off anything that blocked the blade's advancement.At this time, the legs were unable to support the weight of the obese body due to mechanical structural damage. The severed bones were rubbing violently, and the nerve-rich periosteum and medullary substance were transmitting pain messages that had exceeded the tolerance limit to the scumbag's brain. .

The man wanted to scream, but the air flowed out from the wound on his neck. He tried his best but could only make a hoarse "squeak" sound.

A blow from the hand knocked the poor girl on the bed unconscious.Zhang Qi expressionlessly picked up a used needle on the table and poked the man in the eye.

"I think even if I make a big fuss, people outside will probably just think you are having a good time."

Zhang Qi firmly held the syringe barrel and stirred the needle vigorously in the man's eyes.

"Good guy, it turns out you are the son of a congressman, no wonder you have such a disgusting habit."

Zhang Qi accidentally discovered the man's ID card while flipping through his coat. This scumbag was actually the son of a member of the British Parliament.

Those Western politicians appear to be kind and righteous on the surface, but in fact they are some shameful garbage behind the scenes.

"Things are a little bit more troublesome this time"...

Zhang Qi frowned slightly as he looked at the man twitching on the ground.

In the 90s, there was no CCTV surveillance in the Whitechapel district of London, England, so Zhang Qi was free to do some things.

The congressman's son cannot be found to have been killed with a knife. Zhang Qi must find a way to destroy his body to the point where the wounds cannot be identified.

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Qi threw the man to the ground and allowed him to bleed to death.Then he turned on Mingzhao and moved toward the next room.

There seemed to be a pungent smell of blood filling the air, but it was quickly covered up by the strong smell of perfume and spirits.