What is it like to be misunderstood as a murderer all the time?

Mr. Song focused his eyes on Su Zhao, and a smile was drawn at the corner of his mouth under the mask.

A newcomer?interesting.

He waved his hand, motioning for the other party to come on stage.

Su Zhao jumped up with a big backpack, jumped onto the stage, and gradually approached the female reporter.The other party shook his head in horror, with tears in the corners of his eyes, wanting to stay away from this gang of horrific perverted killers as much as possible, and now regretting why he was involved in this terrifying feast of killings.

Mr. Song clapped his hands, and someone pushed out a small cart in the shadows. There were various instruments of torture on it, such as vise for pulling out teeth, tongue cutter, skinning knife, and bone chopping knife as the name suggests.Mr. Song also made a gesture of invitation, signaling Su Zhao to do whatever he wanted.

However, Su Zhao just shook his head, saying that he did not need these instruments of torture.

"Did you bring your own?"

"No, I'm not like them, I don't need instruments of torture."

When everyone on the stage heard this sarcasm, they immediately exploded and asked Su Zhao to get out.

Hearing this sentence, Mr. Song waved his hand to signal everyone to be quiet.

His eyes became expectant, curious about what kind of torture method this newcomer has that can make his eyes shine.

The other murderers present looked suspicious, obviously they didn't believe what Su Zhao said.

Su Zhao stretched out his hand to Mr. Song and asked, "Give me her cell phone."

"Ok?"

Mr. Song was taken aback, smiled, and took out the victim's mobile phone and handed it to the other party, "This mobile phone has been specially treated, and the police department cannot trace the signal, so what do you want to do?"

"Killing, killing one's heart."

Su Zhao opened Taobao, clicked into the female reporter's shopping cart skillfully, then checked everything in the shopping cart, and deleted and emptied it in front of her.Still feeling unsatisfied, he emptied the other party's collection along the way.

"Woooooo!!!"

Originally trembling, the lovely and pitiful woman ran away in an instant. If she hadn't been bound and gagged, she would really jump up and fight Su Zhao desperately.

Su Zhao comforted the other party softly, "Don't worry, the good show is yet to come."

The show operation has not stopped, and she downloaded a bunch of online loan apps, applied for a large loan, and donated all the money together with her bank card deposit to the Hope Project.

"woo woo woo woo!!!!"

The red-eyed female reporter tried her best to get up from her chair, and she even wanted to kill her at this moment.

Afterwards, Su Zhao also clicked into a gay video website, downloaded a few videos, and sent them to her leader, colleagues, work group, and family group respectively. Feeling that it was not enough, she also sent it to her circle of friends by the way. Made a small video of the same SM heavy mouth.

The female reporter was already emotionally broken, and this vicious trick directly ruined her career and family.

After Mr. Song on the side saw this scene, even the ruthless himself couldn't help but gasped, and finally understood what it means to kill someone.

Are newcomers this year so fierce!

Lao Zhang, the bus driver standing under the stage, also felt a little afraid of the energetic young man on the stage. It was hard for him to believe that he was a good person with such a skillful technique.

At this moment, a person hurriedly ran onto the stage and whispered a few words into Mr. Song's ear.

Mr. Song's complexion changed, and he looked suspiciously at the people present, his expression became gloomy.

Seeing this scene, Su Zhao couldn't help but thump in his heart.

Sure enough, the last thing he expected to see happened.

"Tell everyone some sad news."

Mr. Song coughed, and said in a cold voice, "I just received information that we have an insider."

Chapter 23 Brother, are you an undercover agent too?

Mr. Song looked at the content of the text message on the phone screen and fell into deep thought.

"There is a ghost, stop the party."

There is absolutely no problem with his intelligence, and it is obvious that there are police personnel lurking in the hall.Mr. Song's gaze was the first to move to Su Zhao's. After thinking about it for a while, he silently made an X in his heart.

The insider of the police would not dare to do such a vicious act, and the principle of undercover lurking is to keep a low profile as much as possible, not to attract attention, and not to be suspected of identity, so there is a 90.00% probability that he is not an undercover agent.

So he looked at the crowd in the audience, lost in thought, who is the undercover agent?No, I can't show my secrets, I have to pretend to be calm and calm, I already know the expression of the ghost.

As he spoke, Mr. Song snapped his fingers.

The big man in a military overcoat who was hiding in the corner without speaking suddenly pulled out two large kitchen knives from his pockets, and silently blocked the only entrance.

After seeing this scene, everyone present stayed away from the guy around them, ready to take out the guy at any time.

As soon as the insider's words came out, Su Zhao noticed that at least a few guys in the audience looked unnatural in an instant. After counting the heads and comparing them with himself, Su Zhao had a bad idea in his mind.

"Half of the vicious guys who came to the massacre party this time are wanted criminals on the run. If it is known that there is an inner ghost, they will definitely be eaten alive."

Wearing a fox mask, Mr. Song put his hands behind his back, and said in a flat tone, "I said before that it is easy to find out the ghost, but I want to know how many secrets this ghost knows. So give him Take a chance, if I stand up, I will only break his leg, and it won't kill me. If I do it myself later, it will not be such a simple matter."

"Hey, hey, silly beep will stand up and admit that he is an undercover agent, right?"

Seeing that everyone in the audience still didn't respond, Mr. Song shook his head. He originally planned to kill all suspicious guys if he couldn't find the insider.And the more I look at it now, the more I feel that this group of people are all villains, and everyone looks like a ghost.

Mr. Song stretched out three fingers, and said solemnly, "I'll count to three, if I don't stand up again, I'll let the executioner do it himself."

"one."

"two."

"three."

"and many more!"

Su Zhao said suddenly, "Actually, I have a method to find out the inner ghost."

"Oh?"

Hearing these words, all eyes were on him.I saw this guy took out a bone saw knife from his backpack, looked at everyone in the audience, and said confidently, "Generally speaking, undercover agents don't admit that they are undercover agents, so I will ask who is not an undercover agent later." , then he is probably an undercover agent. Then as long as he tortures the other party crazily, he will naturally be able to tell what Mr. Song wants to know."

Mr. Song wanted to complain, "Then what if he says he is not?"

"Then he must be a well-trained undercover agent."

"..."

The overhead light shone on Su Zhao, and Mr. Song suddenly felt that this young man was a rare talent.

"In order to deal with well-trained undercover agents, I suggest using this thing to ensure that the undercover agents can speak."

As he spoke, he stepped out of the way and made way for a position.

Everyone in front of the stage, including Mr. Song, gasped involuntarily when they saw the big black guy behind him.

A cold iron chair appeared in front of him, and the black armrest was thoughtfully designed with a buckle to prevent the victim from struggling.

There are large and small fingernail scratches on the end of the armrest of the electric chair, with some burnt skin tissue on it. It seems that the last unlucky person who sat on this thing must have been tortured to the point of death.

"Is this... the electric chair?"

The expressions of the skin-skinning woman and the riddle-guesser in the audience changed instantly. How did this lunatic carry such a heavy and terrifying electric chair with him?Is it really a Doraemon dimensional pocket in his backpack?

Even Mr. Song couldn't help being surprised at the iron chair that suddenly appeared, and what was even more surprising was that there was a strange hollowed-out iron helmet on it, and all kinds of strange wires were connected to the top.

Sit on it for 1 minute?I am afraid that if you persist for more than ten seconds, the person will be gone.

It's been a long time since I've been in the killer business, and this is the first time I've seen someone carry an electric chair with them to commit a crime.

Snapped.

Su Zhao clapped his hands, glanced sincerely at every audience present, and said, "From now on, I will randomly select a lucky audience to experience the power of sitting on the electric chair. Zhihu answers the question of what it feels like to sit on the electric chair.”

terrible.

too frightening.

The sudden pressure was like a boulder falling on the murderer's chest, and the atmosphere of suspicion, fear and dread wrapped everyone tightly. At this time, the closed and dark safety hall became a waiting for death sentence.

The perverts who have always been indifferent to life and death also began to tremble in their legs.

This man is really ruthless!

"It's true that the waves behind the Yangtze River push forward the waves ahead."

Mr. Song said with emotion, he admires the young man in front of him with admiration, he is a malleable talent, and maybe he will become the most dazzling new murder star in Wuzhou City in a few years.

A deadly, terrifying silence was interrupted by a brave voice.

"Showdown!"

Suddenly, five guys with white lips seemed to have made up their minds, and raised their hands in unison and said, "Actually, I am an undercover agent."

The five people spoke at the same time, looked at each other in blank dismay, and looked at the stranger beside them, with surprise, doubt and bewilderment on their faces.

Suddenly there was a feeling that they had joined the men in black organization and their identities were exposed, and they all started to exchange pleasantries.

"Fuck... wait, brother, why are you also an undercover agent?"

"That's right, I'm from the anti-narcotics department of the Public Security Bureau next door. I've been undercover for three months just to track down this guy."

Another complained, "Fart, what are you doing? I've been undercover for almost a year! I wanted to go fishing for a long time, but I came here all of a sudden! Now the clues are all cut off! I can't get in."

The other one held up a secret communicator and said proudly, "What are you panicking about? I have secretly notified the bureau just now that reinforcements are coming. The five of us accounted for almost half of the total number of people present, plus the guys in our hands. Let's fight!" It doesn’t matter who wins or loses.”

As if being reminded, the five enlightened undercover agents took out the things in their hands one after another, and aimed at the bewildered Mr. Song on the stage.It seems that he wants to take down the guy in front of him in one fell swoop.

"Wait a minute, don't worry."

Seeing this, Su Zhao on the stage immediately raised his hand and said with a serious expression, "I have a showdown. In fact, I am also an undercover agent."

Chapter 24 Respond to others in the same way

The hall fell silent for a moment, and all the undercover agents in the audience looked at the most murderous guy on the stage with disbelieving expressions, all thinking of the same question in their minds.

"Can a murderer be an undercover police officer these days?"

Mr. Song suffered a violent blow and a serious injury in his heart, not because half of the people who attended the party were undercover agents, but because the young man he liked the most was also an undercover police officer, which made it hard for him to accept .It's like suddenly finding out that my wife went to a custom shop to pick up customers after I usually go to work, which is hard to agree with.

At this time, the bus driver, Lao Zhang, also seized the opportunity, and quickly raised his hand to clear the relationship, "Wait a minute, don't do it, I am also my own! Really, I am so honest, I don't look like a murderer at all!"

The situation is reversed!

The ratio between undercover and murderous maniacs becomes [-]-[-].

The angry face under the fox mask turned livid, his voice became irritable, he lost his previous calmness, and he waved his fists and cursed, "Don't talk nonsense, give it to me, don't kill these undercover agents. Can someone escape?"

What Mr. Song said made the rest of the guys suddenly realize that if something happened to them, their ending would not be so good.So he rushed to the undercover agents with the determination to fight to the death, preparing to fight them to the death.

After Mr. Song gave the order, the executioner who was guarding the door began to rush towards Su Zhao who was on the stage.

"It's you who's waiting."

Su Zhao's system interface has been opened long ago, and the one-time item hallucinogenic drug has already appeared in his hand.

Looking at the few syringes in his hand, Su Zhao instantly regained confidence.

The executioner grabbed two kitchen knives and charged forward, brandishing them to chop Su Zhao on the stage in half.A sharp whistling flashed by his ears, Su Zhao rolled back, and his figure disappeared into the dark corner behind.Seeing that this guy was easily cornered, Mr. Song breathed a sigh of relief.

"It seems that this guy's combat effectiveness is not very good. He is not an opponent of the executioner at all."

As soon as the words fell, he heard the humming of a small engine from a dark corner, and the grinding sound of the chain saw, piercing into the ears of everyone present.

Mr. Song's face suddenly changed, and his face turned gray, "Wait, could it be that..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a chainsaw that the guy found from nowhere just now, and it came out from the corner. The turning chainsaw made everyone present pale instantly, especially the undercover agents who blew themselves up just now. It's the eyes with surprise.Is this guy really his own?How can an undercover agent carry a chainsaw with him?No matter how you look at it, you look like a murderer!

When the chainsaw sounded, the whole living room was in chaos.However, the executioner waved a kitchen knife and rushed towards Su Zhao stupidly like a normal person, ready to chop him in half with one knife.

With a flash of Su Zhao's figure, he crossed from the side, aimed the powerful hallucinogen in his hand directly at the back of his neck, and injected two injections.

puff.

The huge body became sluggish after the needle was injected, and after ten seconds of being stunned, he turned his head and looked behind him with dull eyes.The powerful hallucinogen worked instantly.

The executioner seemed to be attacked by the double paper moon king. Everyone in the field of vision turned into Su Zhao holding a chainsaw, unable to distinguish the target.In the end, he directly chose the guy closest to him, picked up the kitchen knife and rushed up.

The guesser originally planned to take advantage of the chaos in the hall and sneak away. He hid in the corner and just walked a few steps when he saw the executioner rushing towards him with a kitchen knife in his hand. He was so scared that he turned around and ran away.

The executioner was chasing after him, approaching step by step.

The riddle-guesser ran fast, circling the hall, and kept yelling for mercy.

"Hey, wait a minute."