Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 263: Threat
Chapter 263 Threat
My slightly frivolous tone was a bit harsh in the rainy night, Jiang Long and his men all retreated, they couldn't figure out why there was an extra person in the villa for no reason?
"Who are you? I have no grievances or enmities with you, why did you come here?" Jiang Long picked up the knife on the table, and signaled his subordinates to show up.
They are ready to fight, but no one dares to act rashly before finding out my details.
Looking at this group of gangsters who are considered to have conquered Jiangcheng, I had a sneer on the corner of my mouth. If Jiang Long hadn't shown his hole card, I would have planned to play with them for a while longer.
Being the anchor of the underworld show, I have experienced the deepest despair. No one in this city understands the special emotion of fear better than me.
Jiang Long touched my bottom line. As a revenge, I naturally want to give him a "perfect" ultimate experience that will be unforgettable for a lifetime.
This group of scum deserves no sympathy, they have too many crimes. People who have been hurt by them swallow their anger and bear the pain, but they can hide in a comfortable villa and live a luxurious life, which is not fair.
I don't mean to despise the law, it's just that the law needs evidence to take effect, and the evidence has long been annihilated in time, so if I want to punish them, I have to avoid the law and use another more direct method.
"You and I have no enmity, but you peeked at things you shouldn't be looking at." The murderous aura of the battlefield.
"Peeped something that shouldn't be seen? Who are you?!" Jiang Long's hand holding the knife shrank back. He hadn't felt so uneasy for more than ten years.
"Want to know?"
Blade pointing obliquely, I was predicted to die in three days. At this time, I have no scruples, I am unscrupulous, and I am ready to go crazy for the last time.
Lightning split the sky, reflecting my ordinary face, and several people in the room could see it clearly.
"You can call me Gao Jian."
The tip of the knife hangs down, and the other palm is stretched out in front of him. In the palm of the hand, a dark eyeball is rolling: "Fate!"
The hall on the first floor seemed to be soaked by rainwater. Countless long black hairs protruded from the cracks in the ceiling, where the tiles were joined, the back of the furniture, and under the carpet.
There were screams and cries from men and women in the living room, but nothing helped.
"If howling could solve the problem, donkeys would have ruled the world long ago."
The horror of the Mahayana life ghost dares to scare even my master. It has devoured too many things. It eats and grows.
The black hair entangled several people, and they resisted desperately. The ghost may have attacked too many people at once, and the power was a little scattered. Jiang Long and one of his younger brothers, when the black hair was not completely entangled to death They broke free, and the two quickly ran upstairs.
"Why did you run upstairs? Isn't this suicide?" Dragging the deer knife, I followed closely behind the two of them. I can let Jiang Long's little brother go, but I have read the materials of the underworld show Jianglong, unforgivable.
The sound of blades slicing across the floor was a bit piercing, and as I passed by those women, a layer of goosebumps appeared on their exposed skin.
I walked all the way, and I also found that this knife does have the effect of cutting evil. Where the blade dragged, the ghost's black hair would automatically separate and dare not collide with it.
"Fate, these people will be handed over to you."
The rest of the gangsters and women in the living room quickly collapsed to the ground. Their faces were pale, their bodies were stiff, and most of their vitality was plundered by the ghost.
I chased them all the way to the third floor. Jiang Long and his little brother seemed to be hiding in the rooms on both sides of the corridor.
"Many horror movies have similar plots. Facing the villain's pursuit, the protagonist hides in a closed room in a hurry, holds his breath, and waits for the fear to come in silence."
The calm before the storm is the most tormenting, but for the pursuer, it is a kind of enjoyment.
"The night has just fallen, I still have a long time to accompany you in this game."
Boom!
Holding the deer-cutting knife with both hands, I slashed at the door lock vigorously. After destroying the lock, I kicked the door open.
"Are you hiding here?"
Wandering around the house with a knife in hand, I checked room by room and kicked open doors one by one. When I reached the end of the corridor, I moved my ears and heard the suppressed panting in the next room.
"Isn't your psychological quality too bad? If you are arrested to experience the live broadcast of the underworld show, you may not survive a round."
The blade stabbed into the wooden door, and then violently kicked it open. I didn't go in myself, but let the ghost explore the way first.
Water-like black hair flooded into the house, into the closet, window sill, and under the bed.
"Go away! Go away!" A man's hoarse voice came from under the bed, "Help me! Brother Long! Help me!"
"Stop shouting, he will come to accompany you in a while." The ghost dragged the man out from under the bed, making his screams resound throughout the villa.
"There's only one left." I looked at the room at the other end of the corridor. I've searched everywhere else, but I haven't entered this room yet.
The ear is pressed against the door panel, and a very low voice of conversation can be heard faintly in the room, and the speaker's tone is hurried.
"Call for help? Is it useful?" I opened the door with a knife, and I entered the room, just in time to see Jiang Long hiding behind the desk. Three talismans.
"Stop! We can talk!" Jiang Long said anxiously, his younger brother's screams were still ringing in his ears, he had never been so flustered in his debut for many years, and he had never seen such a brutal, horrible people.
"The negotiation is based on equal strength, are you worthy?"
Five years ago, or before I became the anchor of the underworld show, I couldn't even imagine that one day I would say this to the big brother in Jiangcheng.
But now all this has happened for real, and I have changed a lot in just a few weeks, although in life I am still the down-and-out dog who runs an adult shop, has no savings, and has no relatives. But the difference is that anyone who tries to bully me and take something from me will have to pay a terrible price.
Jiang Long didn't reply, he really didn't know my details, he has been in Jiangcheng for more than 20 years, but he seems to have never heard of the name Gao Jian: "You came from other provinces? This is Jiangcheng, if you stretch your hand too far, aren't you afraid you won't be able to take it back?"
"You can think whatever you want, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you, have you gone in No. 263 Tingtang Road, and brought something out of it?"
"You mean that dog?" Jiang Long's eyes twitched, "It was locked in the basement after the anesthetic failed. If you came here for it, I'll give you the key right now and return it to you." .”
"The dog thing is another matter, I'm talking about other things."
"I don't know about the rest. We are only responsible for using anesthetics to stun the dog." Jiang Long looked puzzled, as if he really didn't know anything.
"What I'm looking for is a handwritten document that contains information records about a certain place."
"I don't know what you are talking about?" Jiang Long continued to pretend to be innocent.
"Looks like I need to help you remember it, Ming Gui!" The black hair was stained with blood, crawled out from my shadow, and approached Jiang Long.
The ghost is approaching, Jiang Long finally couldn't bear the pressure, and changed his words: "Wait! I remembered!"
"Where is the file?"
"At..."
Before Jiang Long could say anything, an old man's voice came from the phone on the table that had not been hung up: "Jiang Long, hand over the phone to the person opposite you, let me talk."
I heard the voice from the microphone once at Jiang Chen's wedding banquet, he should be the helm of Jiang Jin Real Estate, Jiang Chen's father.
Jiang Long showed embarrassment, but he didn't dare to disobey Mr. Jiang's words, so he handed me the phone.
"You are Gao Jian, right? I heard Jiang Chen talk about you. You are really a formidable young man. Even my godson who is rolling on a knife edge has been forced to such a degree by you. You are very good."
The condescending tone, the way a senior treats a junior, I sneered, let the ghost strangle Jiang Long's neck, and put the microphone next to Jiang Long's mouth, so that Mr. Jiang could clearly hear what I was doing The sound of the son struggling before dying.