The Hearthstone system of a certain American comic

"What's wrong? You're talking, is this punch enough? If it's not enough, I'll punch you again, what do you think? Or do you want to taste the butcher's hook?" Brandt said, "Well, I don't actually I don’t understand why he grilled that hook, but I can imagine that from my understanding, he was planning to use that hook to hook out your intestines? So why did he heat it? I think it was because he probably wanted to What is it like to have your intestines feel high-temperature contact? Well, I don’t really understand. After all, I am not an expert in torturing people, but he is different. He obviously likes to do this, what do you think?"

Logan didn't say anything, his whole body was trembling, pain and anger were playing in his brain, accompanied by nausea.

"Wow."

Just hearing this sound, Logan vomited, spitting out a puddle of food residue on the ground.

"Hey, what's going on? Can't you stand it anymore?" Brandt said with a smile, "Didn't you just ask me to increase my strength? This won't work, how can I increase my strength? Or how can I bear to increase my strength? ? I can’t bear it, after all, we are all human beings and of the same species, but that person over there is different."

The butcher glared over and said coldly: "Are you calling me a human being?"

"Of course not, I mean, you are a ruthless person, a ruthless person who can bear it. That's all. Nothing else." Brandt smiled.

"is it?"

The butcher walked up to Logan step by step and stabbed the iron hook into Logan's thigh. The huge heat burst out directly in his body. The pain was indescribable. Logan couldn't bear it anymore and screamed. .

"Oh, it's unbelievable. I thought you would stab his stomach with the iron hook. That's what I thought before. It seems I was wrong." Brandt laughed.

"You have to take your time. It's not the butcher's style to kill your prey all at once." The butcher smiled, with a fierce look in his eyes. His saliva flowed from his mouth to his chin, and then from his chin to the ground.

This made Brandt on the side feel sick when he looked at it, wondering how he could cooperate with such a human being and a ghost.

Of course, the butcher didn't know what Brandt was thinking. He took the iron hook and hooked it to Logan's left leg.

Screaming repeatedly, Brandt shook his head and asked with a smile: "How did you make him suffer so much? I feel that my punch was not lighter than yours, and it was on the face. Why didn't he scream? And you clearly did it It was his legs, but he screamed."

"You don't understand, you haven't even noticed it until now." The butcher said coldly.

"Oh? Didn't you see it? What didn't I see? Well, even if I didn't see it, that's why I asked you." Brandt said.

"Every time I hooked him, I hooked his hamstrings. I broke his hamstrings. Of course, it hurt like hell. Do you want to try it? Try it and you will know why he can't help but scream. , You will definitely never forget this feeling for the rest of your life." The butcher said hoarsely.

"Forget it, you better get him, I don't want to try this thing." Brandt said, looking at Logan, "How about it, little brother, you still have a chance now, it's only 150,000 US dollars. "

Before Logan could answer, the butcher took off Logan's shoes and pierced the iron hooks into the soles of his feet. Logan's screams began to become hoarse.

His tortured eyes were lifeless, as if he were about to die at any time.

"Hey, look at you, you are completely different from before." Brandt smiled, "This principle tells us that as a person, especially as a boss, you must give money generously, and you are guarding fifteen Ten thousand dollars, this is the fate of the butcher, right? This is the fate of the miser."

Logan's lips moved, wanting to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

Brandt saw this subtle expression in his eyes and smiled, "What, are you begging for mercy?"

"The Butcher is going to have something more fun next!"

I saw the butcher holding a box of buttons in front of Logan and pressing the buttons into Logan's skin one by one. There were fifty buttons in total, and he pressed them fifty times in total.

After that, the butcher took an electric short saw. He pressed the red start switch on the short saw, and the saw started running at high speed. The white teeth on it made no doubt about its sharpness.

"Oh my God, this