Chapter 50 [026] The melee begins
Chapter 50 [026] The melee begins
Xiao Xia couldn't help but tell Qin Jiandan about the assassination at the Dead Mud Field, and Qin Jiandan looked stunned.
"The mutant mosquitoes in the Dead Mud Field are very poisonous. If they bite you through the skin, you may become paralyzed. Do you dare to go there and assassinate me?"
"Why, why don't you dare!" Xiao Xia also risked her life, "I applied the Miyamoto family's secret mosquito repellent ointment! And didn't the young master say that if I marry him, he would no longer pursue the crime of assassination!"
Qin Jiandan still didn't believe it. Xiao Xia might have come to assassinate him to avenge her father's death, but he didn't remember proposing to Xiao Xia.
"That's enough. You are committing treason and trying to assassinate someone. Don't joke like that. If Master finds out, he will definitely kill you."
"Our current mission is to rescue Sheriff Mu Yue, so don't make trouble. The "performances" Feng Jian taught you are for no audience. Even if you act like you have a close relationship with me after you go back, I can turn a blind eye."
Qin Jiandan continued to explore the village and did not give Xiao Xia any chance to continue discussing the matter.
Xiao Xia was so angry that she started biting her nails behind Qin Jiandan's back.
Too cunning! The young master pretended to be confused, obviously playing with the pure heart of the girl! As soon as I showed that I didn't want to be a mistress, he immediately said that he would tell Qin Qi about the assassination and threatened a young girl with death! If I don't give up the position of the first wife, will I have no choice but to die?
Does the young master simply like my body? If I exchange bodies for the benefit of the Falling Cherry Group, then what is the difference between me and the girls in the store? I really want to kill the young master... I really want to pull out the Shura Pill and the Rakshasa Pill and stab them into the young master's back... But I will definitely fail, and my death will be worthless...
Calm down... I must calm down... The young master didn't go to the store to pick a girl, which shows that he has high standards. I am definitely the type that the young master likes! In terms of dowry, the higher level of loyalty of the Falling Cherry Group goes without saying, and the brainpower of the staff officer Fengjian should also be a selling point... How am I inferior to the policewoman? Although she is the eldest daughter of the Han family, the city police can't control the outer city at all, and she can't give up everything to become the young master's wife!
So, the young master asked me to be his mistress, but the premise was that the policewoman was willing to marry him! But she might not want to marry at all! In the final analysis, the young master was just playing tricks to make me accept the worst outcome in advance!
Thinking of this, Xiao Xia's mind suddenly became clear, and she jumped up and caught up with Qin Jiandan from behind.
"Young Master, I understand! Let's not talk about this matter for now. You will know my benefits in the future!"
Qin Jiandan felt that Xiao Xia was moody and there might be something wrong with her brain, and she didn't understand what "that thing" she was talking about.
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On the hillside north of the settlement, many cement pipes corroded by acid rain are half buried in the soil.
This is a cemetery. Most villagers who died of poverty or illness would be sent to the "corpse recycling center" in exchange for money. Occasionally, if some relatives were reluctant to part with their bodies, they would dig a shallow pit to bury them and then insert a broken cement pipe as a tombstone.
There are empty graves under many cement pipes. Either the person died without leaving a body, or the body was stolen and sold by neighbors...
The collector's wheelchair, pushed by a female assistant, came to the edge of the cemetery. The frail old man looked up at the hut on the hillside. There was still some distance between the hut and the cemetery.
"That painter... Is this where Van Gogh painted? The environment is better than I imagined."
The collector's wheelchair is the company's high-tech product. Not only can the wheels automatically rise and fall to adapt to rugged terrain, but it also has strong lighting on both sides of the armrests.
With the wheelchair as the center, the surrounding night could not invade this bright light, but this also made the collector a good sniper target. The collector didn't care at all. In addition to the tall female assistant, he was only accompanied by another bounty hunter bodyguard.
The "Quechi Monk" was stout and wore a dark hat. He held one hand in front of his chest and chanted something through his rough and fat lips. The cuffs of his monk's robe had fluorescent green patterns, strangely stitching together the dual feelings of antiquity and technology.
"Where's Donald? Let Donald come out." The collector snorted, "I know you are Van Gogh's agent. I just want the painting tonight, don't play tricks on me, otherwise you will suffer the consequences."
A gunshot and several screams were heard in the cabin, but no one in the Collector's camp showed any surprise or fear.
"Sir, you're early..." A member of the clown team stepped forward tremblingly, "Team Leader Donald said the painting is not finished yet and we need to wait another half an hour."
“I’ll only wait 10 minutes.” The collector looked unhappy. “Donald is torturing artists with his old tricks again. His efficiency has decreased. He can’t be a good agent this way.”
The clown nodded repeatedly under the pressure. Because his feet slipped, it took him almost 5 minutes to return to the door of the cottage on the hillside.
"Team Leader, the collector arrived early! He's urging..."
The scene before him made the clown's pale face completely stiff - Van Gogh was shot in the head and fell to the ground dead, and the leader of the clown group, Donald, had a paintbrush stuck in his right eye socket, and blood was flowing down his cheek!
"Gaha! Gahahahaha!" Donald was still laughing, his M1911 pistol shaking violently along with his arms.
"Irony, so ironic! Van Gogh poked my eyes with his paintbrush, and I killed him in anger! The painter who depicted despair finally fell into true despair, and his last work, the last "finishing touch" was me! Hahahahaha!"
The pain of a paintbrush piercing the eye was unimaginable, but Donald was in high spirits. He used his hands to scrape off the mixture of white powder and blood on his face, leaving horrible two-color finger marks.
"The timid and frail painter... dared to fight back against me! I underestimated him! How ironic! Immediately have the team members outside the village surround the village and kidnap the collector, forcing the Han family to agree to our terms!"
The clown opposite Donald had come into close contact with the Collector and was frightened by the strange temperament of the "Quaison". The miserable look on Donald's face made him even more frightened.
"Team leader, the situation is not good today. Although only three collectors have fallen into the encirclement of 3 of us, they seem to be confident! Why don't we postpone the action for now and take you to the regeneration cabin to treat your eyes first..."
"Bang!" Donald raised his hand and fired a shot, blowing the clown's head into a stain on the door.
"How can my eyes be compared with the great ambitions of the Ni'an Society!"
Donald held the pen in his eye socket, the smile on his lips was a mixture of extreme pain and madness, he suddenly pulled out the paintbrush along with the flesh and blood!
"Gah! Gah hahaha!" Donald, whose one eye was a bloody hole, turned around and called out to his other men, "Everyone, assemble! All the capable fighters from the Joker Group, come at me! Don't be afraid of the masters around the Collector, because even masters can't handle the real chaos alone!"
"Even if the Clown Group isn't a big group, so what? Didn't the poor painter hurt me? The Collector will pay the price for underestimating us! Hahahaha! Remember! Don't be afraid of death, use any means necessary, and - start slaughtering the village!"
(End of this chapter)