death sound

"Wow!" A basin of icy water splashed from head to toe, Shen Cang opened his eyes with difficulty, but found that his limbs could not move, but there was nothing binding him.

"Are you awake?" A familiar voice came from in front of him, Shen Cang raised his head abruptly, and saw Yan Jue sitting in front of him in a suit and leather shoes, half of his indistinguishable eyebrows and eyes were hidden in the darkness, and the murderous look in his eyes was hard to hide , just like a god of death.

"What the hell do you want to do!?"

"What are you doing?" Yan Jue smiled, "You should ask yourself, what have you done before?"

"I don't understand what you mean." Shen Cang's voice trembled a little.

"Do you really think I hate you because you almost killed me? Think about it, what did you do and who did you kill in City X in China 16 years ago!"

Shen Cang was stunned for a moment, his brain was running fast, and an afterimage flashed across his mind, suddenly causing a bone-piercing chill.

"You...what's your relationship with Francis!?"

"Remember? Then let me explain in more detail. 16 years ago, when you were a lieutenant colonel, you were dissatisfied that you were replaced by Francis, who was seconded from France for a year by the military department. One night, you got Francis drunk and lied to him. Let him say that he was a spy sent by the French military to China and handed over the recording of the conversation to your superior, which finally alerted the National Security Department. The National Security Bureau had to send an operation team to secretly silence the Francis family, and you also reported it because of The intelligence has been promoted to the rank of colonel, I am not wrong."

"Back then, you didn't even spare Francis' ten-year-old son. You stabbed him to death in the closet. It's a pity that you missed the point. The child escaped by chance, and was taken home by a passing Chinese teenager and killed. The coldness and hatred in Yan Jue's voice almost overflowed, "Francis is only on secondment for one year following the instructions of his superiors. After returning to China, he can retire from the military and transfer to other jobs. He has a beloved Chinese wife and a happy family. All of this was wiped out because of your jealousy and vanity... You are not a pity to die!" Yan Jue pulled out a sharp knife from his hand and threw it straight at Shen Cang's right arm, blood flowing down the tip of the knife It popped out all of a sudden, with a frightening fishy-sweet smell.

"The child who survived was picked up by Luo Chen, a terrorist who was attempted to be hunted down by his father. He was trained to become a top killer bit by bit. He underwent a lot of drug experiments to transform his body and became a real killing machine."

"However, when you learned of his existence as a terrorist, you made a fuss about his Chinese ancestry in the data, forced him to give him Chinese nationality, and surrounded him in the Middle East on charges of treason and sabotage of international relations."

"At that time I saw you die! I clearly saw that building burned to ashes with my own eyes!" Shen Cang struggled in a panic, as if he said what he thought would change everything.

"Really?" Yan Jue raised his right hand and pressed the skin of his right hand repeatedly, "Indeed, a normal person would have died long ago in that situation, but your mistake is because you ignored the long-term experience I have received. It is a fact of drug experiments that a highly strengthened body can still maintain biological activity even when the whole body is completely burned and part of the torso is almost burned. I was rescued by Luo Chen who raised me, and almost all the bones of my body were rebuilt with high-density alloys , transplanted the skin of the whole body, and maintained the beating of the heart with a pacemaker until now."

Shen Cang's expression was almost gone now, his eyes rolled around in horror, "Impossible, impossible, impossible..."

"There is nothing impossible," Yan Jue pulled out the knife on Shen Cang's forearm, his bloodthirsty smile looked like a hell Shura under the flickering incandescent lamp.

"It's a long time before sunrise, let's enjoy the time..."