"W, please find a solution for this incident."

The most senior boss of the FBI stood at the scene of the massacre, smoking a cigarette and shaking his hands. If there is no miracle in what happened this time, then his career should have come to an end this time. And now his last straw

...It’s the super police sister—Yang Yue.

w is Yang Yue's internal execution code. As a world-class agent, if such an anti-social and anti-human thing happened to her, she would naturally have to go to the scene to inspect it, but as for whether she was there to solve the problem?

Only she knows that.

So after hearing the words of the old man in front of her, Yang Yue yawned nervously, then put on a pair of plastic gloves, approached a corpse and touched the stainless steel chopsticks inserted on the corpse's head: "All the dead

Were they all stabbed directly into the brain by chopsticks? What are the conditions of the witnesses?"

"plz follow me."

Yang Yue followed her to a temporary office room outside and saw the Indian girl who had been protected. When Yang Yue saw her eyes, her expression became sharp, because she had already decided that once this girl

If she reveals any information about Wang Jian, all she has to do is silence her.

"Is she the only one?" But Yang Yue's expression returned to normal instantly, and she frowned and asked, "Where are the others?"

"There are a total of twenty-two survivors at the scene, but their spirits have almost collapsed, and it seems that someone has released some kind of mental poison on them. No one is awake yet."

Yang Yue nodded clearly, then pulled out a stool and sat in front of the Indian girl: "Can you tell us what you saw?"

The girl nodded. Then she looked around, stretched out her hand for paper and pen, and then started drawing on the paper.

While she was drawing, the FBI boss next to her whispered to Yang Yue: "Her tongue was artificially removed and she cannot speak. But until you come, she refuses to have any communication with us."

Yang Yue raised her head: "Remove the tongue? Why?"

The boss glanced at the girl who was painting, then took a case file from the side and handed it to Yang Yue: "These deceased are all members of this club. They will search for prey by themselves or send people every day. Most of the prey are

From a third world country. They tortured these people in various ways for fun. This girl is probably one of them. Maybe she was lucky, or because she was a beautiful girl, she was not killed, but became a service member here.

people."

"Is she the only one?"

"Yes, she is the only one. According to the rules of this club, only someone who becomes a member will be responsible for serving. After that, the club will issue a sex slave of their own. Of course, the price is high."

Yang Yue narrowed her eyes with a fierce look: "Go on."

"Most sex slaves will be tortured to death within three days or a short period of time, and then they will spend a high price to replace them. The cycle repeats. These information are all left by the murderer, and the one with the most is known as the Wall Street magic power.

Stan. He changed 227 sex slaves in one year. None of them survived more than two days in his hands. Moreover, the club will take photos of each corpse as a souvenir. I don’t think you want to see it.

That information."

Yang Yue touched her chin: "Show me."

"are you sure?"

"certainly."

After a while, a thick wax-sealed but opened photo album was placed in front of Yang Yue. After opening it, the scene was comparable to any flesh-and-blood horror movie, and most of the corpses inside were

They were put into weird shapes in a playful way. There are also notes on each corpse underneath.

For example, a female corpse whose stomach was cut open and her uterus was taken out. Her uterus was placed on her head. The note below was "Where to go back and forth from", and there were all kinds of unsightly photos at the back. Yang Yue

After looking at only a few pictures, I started to feel nauseated and quickly closed the photo album.

At this time, the girl's portrait was almost finished. Yang Yue took it over and took a look, and found that she didn't recognize the person on it at all... The facial features were twisted together, ferocious and terrifying, the eyes were full of murderous intent, the hairstyle was messy, and although her face was

He smiled, but it made people feel more and more chilling.

After Yang Yue saw this portrait, she looked up at the girl, and then said to herself: "This person is really ugly..."

The boss of the FBI was also stunned. The ugly guy in this portrait is definitely not seen in a thousand years. But judging from the girl's technique, her painting skills are definitely not bad. She can draw a sketch in such a short time.

Drawing in time looks like a photo, which is not something ordinary people can do.

"Looks just like the Asura in Buddhism." Yang Yue murmured, then raised her head and looked at the girl: "Are you sure it's this person?"

The girl nodded seriously and pointed to her heart to confirm that she was not lying.

Seeing her performance, Yang Yue was relieved, then stood up and walked to the door, and dragged the old man beside her out: "These dead people are scum, you want me to help these scum get their money back"

justice?"

"I also have children, and I may be happier than anyone else to see the death of these scum. But in fact? There are so many public figures, so many government employees, and so many wealthy businessmen among those people. You let

What should I do? Tell their families that your loved ones deserve it and should go to hell?”

"Then let me tell you." Yang Yue shrugged and showed a charming smile: "You'd better go and verify whether this face belongs to a human being. I will check it for you."

What happened at noon, by night, had become the focus of discussion around the world, and after someone else rashly released the information about these massacres to the public, it simply set off a huge wave. Anyone who knows these things

The people who started and ended not only supported the slaughter of these scum, but also led to many powerful bombshells.

For example, the video tapes of those people's torture and killings were leaked, etc. This series of events was like a bomb falling into a still lake. It immediately stirred up violent waves.

Demonstrations followed one after another, and the wave even overshadowed the black turmoil of the previous two days. Some people began to gather together wearing the ugly mask of the announced "murderer", threatening to punish the crime instead of the law.

But the person who feels the most happy here is almost Wang Jian, because he also bought a copy on the street... the "recovery" mask of the mass murderer's face, yes... it is the ugly mask that is almost unbearable.

.

"What is this..." Wang Jian put the mask on his face and said to Xiao Jin: "You said...am I so bad?"

"This is Shura, extremely ugly in appearance." Xiao Jin said, poking Wang Jian's chest with his finger: "But this place is clean."

"Stop complimenting me. You have been flattering me all afternoon." Wang Jian was a little embarrassed: "Actually, I'm not that great."

"By the way, speaking of this. Did you get any news from that Indian? There were too many people in the afternoon, so I didn't ask, and you didn't say anything."

Wang Jian gritted his teeth, took a bite of the bread sprinkled with ketchup, and muttered: "My mother..."

"What's wrong with your mother..."

"My mom's father is my senior brother." Wang Jian smiled at Xiao Jin, and there was something unpredictable in it: "The person I am chasing is actually my grandfather, my blood relative."

Xiao Jin was stunned for a moment, and then said in surprise: "What!"

"That's it. I'm not lying to you. In fact, the marriage between my mother and my father was arranged and planned by that guy. The purpose was to get the secrets about human body enhancement from my father. I think my mother didn't know about it either. It was a so-called beauty trap.

, Beauty doesn’t know.”

Xiao Jin stared at Wang Jian and said solemnly: "You still have something to hide from me."

"Okay." Wang Jian sat on a bench on the street and watched the lanterns come on. He slowly lit a cigarette and said, "My biological father is my father's disciple...the heir of Tiger Stripes."

"What..." Xiao Jin was stunned at the time: "Why did it suddenly become so complicated?"

Wang Jian hummed: "Let me straighten it out for you."

As he spoke, Wang Jian cleared his throat: "The thing is like this..."

In fact, things are not that complicated. Back then, Wang Jian's senior brother had a daughter. Needless to say, this daughter was as beautiful as a flower. Then Wang Sanyi had a third apprentice. And how he taught this third apprentice, Wang Jian didn't know.

. But it is certain that his biological father is really his senior brother... Then, things became simple, because that senior brother and father was sent out by Wang Sanyi for training, and something went wrong during this training.

He was young and handsome, and after getting acquainted with an Indian guy, he introduced her to her, who was also very energetic back then.

The boy is unmarried and the girl is unmarried. The bastard looked at Mung Bean and immediately fell in love with each other. The Indian is the apprentice of the girl's father, so he naturally has a good relationship with the girl, Wang Jian's mother. After getting married, they and

The exchanges between Indians have always been close.

But one day while eating, the Indian seemed to have let slip something, which caused a fierce dispute between the uncle and brother-in-law, and then a fight started. Then the father-in-law appeared, and it became a matter of father-in-law and son-in-law.

duel between.

Unexpectedly, the father-in-law was always strong and his son-in-law was obviously no match. However, because of his daughter’s plea, the father-in-law decided to let his son-in-law go for the time being. Everyone knows what happened next...

"Don't you dare to say it in such a simple and general way?"

Wang Jian spread his hands: "That's what he told me when I asked him... Do you still expect him to give me pictures and texts?"

"But why don't you feel sad at all? What if one day you really have to decide life and death with your...grandpa?"

"Oh, I never thought about it." Wang Jian shook his head and said carelessly: "Also, he is not my grandfather. He is a traitor."

"This doesn't look like you."

"I've always been like this." Wang Jian reached out and pinched Xiao Jin's smooth cheek: "Then let me ask you, what is his relationship with his master, my father?"

"Master and apprentice."

"That's right, and he was brought up by his master. It's not too much to be a master and a father, right?"

"yes."

"What is the relationship between my biological mother and him?"

"Father and daughter."

"He raised my mother single-handedly. This biological father should not run away."

"yes."

"Then tell me..." Wang Jian paused: "When he treats his master, his father, his daughter, and his children, does he have the slightest pity or scruple?"

"No..."
To be continued...