“What do you want to do?”The king slowly stepped back.

The little man said something, dancing the harpoon.The crew all took up weapons, were cold weapons, shovels, wrench or something, especially the big fat man wearing a vest, the heart hairs came out, the bhumic biceps "smooth" straight.

In the closed warehouse, in addition to the five murderers in front of him, Wang Qiang was alone, the air in the warehouse was hot, and the smell of rotting and stinking could not be emitted.

I am a little nervous in the sheriff, Wang Qiang let people die, he died just right, but don't break my body, then get a half-mutilated, you say I take over or not take over.

The little man pointed with a harpoon to the package behind Wang Qiang.Wang Qiang took the package down, “Do you want this?”

The little man gestured, indicating that he would open the package.Wang Qiang slowly shook his head: "This thing cannot be given to you by the entrusted to the faithful."

The little man made a look at the big fat man, and the big fat man suddenly rushed over, living like an angry bison, holding Wang Qiang from behind.The big fat man's two hands hugged Wang Qiang tightly from behind, and Wang Qiang could not struggle for a while.The little man stepped forward and took the package.

Wang Qiang bounced up and down and shouted, “Don’t open it!”

The little man still opened the package, and the few people looked over, revealing a delicate wooden box on the ground.The little man squatted on the ground and gently touched the wooden box, and his face was a narrow smile, and a few people next to him said a joke.

Wang Qiang is still struggling.The little man stood up and pulled out a spring knife from his back.

The big fat man's strength was too great, and under the dead strength, buckling Wang Qiang, stronger than the tiger pliers.

The little man used a knife in front of Wang Qiang to compare, and the tip of the knife was to stab Wang Qiang's right eye.The crew pulled the locks on the wooden box with wrenching and iron pliers.

I can understand Wang Qiang, he was a Japanese soldier, although the combat skills are still stored in the subconscious, but after all, a pair of bodies.When I was still Wang Qiang, I liked to be lazy, not in sports, and my body was not strong.At this time, he had no ideas, but no good physical support.

The little man was pierced on Wang Qiang's shoulder, he screamed, blood flowed down his shoulder, and the wound was blurred.The little man smiled cruelly, playing with the knife and flowers, and pointed to Wang Qiang's belly.

At this moment, there was a sudden scream behind him, and the little man looked back.The people who had just taken the wood box fell to the ground and twitched.

The box lay half on the ground, the lock was prying, the lid was wide open, and the head inside was half-exposed, and Hesse’s hair could be clearly seen.

The little man and the big fat man looked at each other, and he danced the knife and said something loudly in Southeast Asian languages, as if to question Wang Qiang.

The little man saw that Wang Qiang did not respond, and he went to the box, crouched on the ground, and played with a knife to the head of the man inside.Who knew that the man's head was like a ball, and Gollum rolled out of the box, and then stood up and stopped on the floor of the warehouse.

The human head is Chen Long, close his eyes, it does not look like death, more like a sleep.The expression on his face was a strange ease, his hair was scattered, and his neck was bloodied.The whole scene is horrible.

None of the people present spoke, and the raves were silent, only the faint sound of the waves came in.

The little man looked at Wang Qiang in disbelief.He had no idea that there would be a smuggler with a human head to smuggle.

He said something loudly to the human head, Wang Qiang was a word he could not understand, and suddenly, the head of the ground began to rotate slowly, and his face turned toward the little man.This can frighten the little man, because it is impossible to determine whether the head is spinning on its own or because the ship swings left and right.

The little man raised his knife and stabbed Chen Long's head to the eyes.At this moment, Chen Long's head suddenly opened his mouth, the expression was extremely thorny, it seemed to make a series of sounds from his mouth, and this voice could not be heard by anyone, only the little man heard it, and his knife could not shake and swagger and no longer tie down, "poofing" fell to the ground.

Wang Qiang took advantage of this time, and slammed into the feet of the big fat man with all his best.The fat man was unstoppable and screamed.At this time, Wang Qiang broke the fat man's finger, and he could not help but loosen his arm.Wang Qiang's body was extremely sharp, and he went out from the gap between his rough arms, one rolled in on the ground and picked up the knife on the ground.The little man opened his eyes, the expression on his face was very frightened, he was about to struggle, Wang Qiang pointed to the big artery in his neck, a knife down.

This knife is too hard, directly did not have the blade, to the handle.

The little man had blood in his neck, like a leak of a gasoline barrel, and his mouth also began to bleed, his eyes grew gray and never moved again.

Wang Qiang pulled out his knife and rolled it in front of the big fat man, who had slowed down, and the harpoon on the ground was about to stab it.Wang Qiang slipped on the ground, wearing it from the back of the fat man's den, not waiting for his body to stabilize, jumping up, and stabbed the fat man's back.The fat man screamed and fell to the ground, Wang Qiang pulled out his knife, riding on his head, and "poking" was three knives to the back of the head, and the knife was killed, all of which were deep and bone-chilled.

The fat man lay motionless on the ground, and under him was a thick pool of blood.

Wang Qiang came over with the knife, the whole body was blood, and the other crew members filled the knife and killed five people in one go.The warehouse was full of blood, and the sky was full of fire.

Wang Qiang, standing in the pool of blood and the corpse, his chest was violently up and down, panting, and the blood was dripping down the blade.

The blood on the ground became a river of blood, and Chen Long's human head floated on the blood, or closed his eyes, a peaceful expression, but his mouth was slightly open, and he seemed to be saying something.

Wang Qiang threw down the knife, slowly walked over to open the box, grabbed Chen Long's hair, carefully put the human head back, and then covered it.

The lock was broken, and he found a rope in the barn, and wrapped the wooden box around several layers from top to bottom.

The skin was stained with blood, wet and no longer available.He held the wooden box, step by step to the front of the warehouse door, pulled the door to open, outside a fishy sea breeze came in, full of trembling.

Wang Qiang came out of the ground floor of the warehouse door, outside is late at night, here is an unknown dock, surrounded by silence, only the waves are gently floating, slapping the shore.Wang Qiang looked up and saw the lights in the fishing boat’s cab, and several people walked around.

He put the box on a secret ground, then walked gently along the deck and picked up a long knife of fish cutting on the ground.

On the small fishing boat in calm, a bloody storm was staged.

I followed Wang Qiang's perspective and saw that he killed everyone, my mood was extremely surging and excited, I couldn't say anything, I felt both addicted and disgusting, and the moral sense of being educated since childhood was completely distorted in this killing.

Wang Qiang, as a soldier, his combat skills are excellent, but I found that the biggest difference between him and ordinary bandits is that they are black.For example, the little man can also kill, but he hesitates before killing, and after killing, he must also think, and for Wang Qiang, killing is only a skill, and there is no psychological burden after killing.

Weakness is afraid of strength, strong fear of transgression, fear of death.

If this man does not die, the devil will not be able to fight.

Originally, I had no confidence in Wang Qiang to assassinate the ghost king of Malaysia, and I also held the same mind, but now, he saw that his knife was so determined, perhaps he could really get it.

Wang Qiang took off the blood clothes, threw them around the corpses, and then went to the crew cabin, and casually found a few clothes that were still appropriate, he took a bath first, washed it well, washed his face and body with soap, and then changed into clean clothes.

The sky was already bright outside, and he found a wooden box with a human head, put it in a climbing bag, and got off the boat behind him.

Not far from the road, there was a car parked on the side of the road.A man in a flower shirt came down from the car, took off his black sunglasses, and showed a wrinkled face: “Are you Mr. Wang?”

Wang Qiang stopped and looked at him expressionlessly: "I am Wang Qiang."

The flower shirt took a picture in his hand and said, "I waited for you one night, you should have disembarked last night."

“There was a little delay in dealing with it.”Wang Qiang said lightly.

The flower shirt opened the door and motioned to the car: "I was sent by Mr. Bai, everything you need is ready, follow me."

The two got in the car and went out on the forest path.

Penang, Malaysia, is a very characteristic city, the weather is lukewarm, there is a rare exotic style, to the city, you can see the streets are full of murals, and you can see a lot of Chinese elements, full of traditional signs.

Flower shirt with Wang Qiang to a house by the sea, only one room, the area is not large, there is only a bed and a desk, four empty.

The flower shirt was to pick up the climbing bag behind Wang Qiang, Wang Qiang was extremely alert, immediately took the bag and placed it on the table.

The flower shirt smiled, disapprovingly, pointed to a white mansion outside the window and said, “Do you know where it is?”

Wang Qiang looked at him and shook his head.

"That's the ghost king of Malaysia."The flower shirt said.