311: C311 Happiness Brings Me to Hell

C311 Happiness Brings Me to Hell

2Thunderclap, with his hands in his pockets, swaggered into a dark alley, After making sure no one was following him, he took out his phone and dialed a string of phone numbers. After two beeps, Jim's voice came, "What's the matter?"

"Jim, let me remind you. Someone is following you. Keep an eye out. "

He did not wait for Jim to speak. He hung up the phone and threw it into the trash can. He shrugged and dialed his hair sadly. Sigh, it was time for him to change his ID and phone again.

Jim really wanted to curse. Damn Thunderclap. Couldn't he have reminded him earlier?

It was already too late now!

The current Jim had already parked his car outside his apartment. Through the rearview mirror, he saw a car parked by the side of the road. That was the stalker.

Jim frowned. He was not in a hurry to get out of the car. Instead, he dialed the number inside the apartment and informed his companions.

Soon, two strong foreign men with guns rushed out of the apartment. They shot at the bulletproof glass. The bullets were stuck on the bulletproof glass, and they were covered in fine cracks.

The sound of intense gunfire continued. Karfen was shot like honeycomb coal, but the people inside did not move at all. The two strong men with guns vigilantly moved towards Karfen.

One of the strong men aimed at the car and waved his hand. Another strong man kicked open the rear door full of gun eyes. The moment he poked his head out to check, a pair of hands suddenly stretched out from the bottom of the car and grabbed his foot and neck, pulling hard again.

"Ah -" The muscular man exclaimed. His body fell backward and his whole body was dragged to the bottom of the car.

He struggled intensely, and from time to time, arms or legs would crawl out of the car.

The brawny man in charge of covering looked down with his back bent, but he did not dare to shoot, fearing that he might accidentally shoot his companion.

"Bang! Bang! Two gunshots rang out. The fight below the car stopped, and blood slowly flowed out from the bottom of the car.

The brawny man called his partner's name twice, but there was no response. He gritted his teeth and shot at the car. Suddenly, a black figure jumped up from the other side of the car. With a bang, his forehead was shot. He looked at the gun in the black figure's hand in shock and slowly fell to the ground.

Meteor glanced at the corpse in front of him expressionlessly. He held the gun and broke into the apartment's door.

At the same time as the gun fight, Jim had already escaped into the apartment. He put the gun on his waist and planned to jump out of the window and escape from the backyard. He did not expect that as soon as he jumped out of the window, two men in black suits jumped out of the bushes and caught him.

Jim knew Beitang Shen's means. In order to force a confession, he would torture himself to the point that he would rather die than live. So when the two men took him to the car, he suddenly bent his arms and hit the ribs of the man in black behind him.

Taking advantage of the moment when the man was relaxed, he suddenly turned around and ran to the road.

"Bang!" Meteor raised his arm and shot at Jim's leg. He fell to the ground and hit his head hard on the road.

"Catch him, don't let him die!" Liu Xing roared.

Two of his subordinates rushed over and held Jim's head.

Liu Xing reached out his hand to check Jim's breathing and pulse. His breath was very weak, and blood was flowing all over the ground. He shouted in a deep voice, "Quick, carry him to the car and send him back to the villa for treatment. "

When Jim was carried to Miyamoto Hankakusu's operating table, he had already swallowed his breath.

It turned out that not only did he use his head to hit the ground, but he also bit off his tongue after Meteor and the others pressed down on his head.

Miyamoto Hankakusu shook his head. "This guy only wants to die. There's no way to save him. "

Meteor's face turned ugly all of a sudden. His boss had told him to keep him alive, but in the end, he still died in his hands. How was he going to explain it to his boss?

At this moment, Vermilion Bird pushed a man who was tied up. The man's eyes were covered with black cloth, and he kept mumbling, "I say, why are you like this? I have already said that I don't know anything about Jim!"

Meteor looked over. Vermilion Bird pursed her lips and tore open the black cloth covering the man's face, revealing Thunderclap's handsome face. The vermilion bird said faintly, "Jim is already dead. "

Thunderclap saw Jim lying on the operating table. A complicated look flashed across his eyes. He shouted, "Hey, hey, what does his death have to do with me? I have already told you. I only took a million from him and helped him steal the disc from the police station. Our relationship is that simple! "

Vermilion Bird coldly snorted, "You called Jim in the alley, I heard it already. " She raised her hand and shook the thing in her hand. "This phone is the one you threw in the trash can. How about it? Did I say anything wrong?"

More than an hour ago, the Vermillion Bird secretly followed behind Thunderclap and eavesdropped on his call. Then, from another exit, it blocked Thunderclap and fought him without saying a word. Finally, it subdued him and tied him up in the villa.

"Alright, you're awesome. I did call Jim, but this doesn't prove that we are old friends. He is my employer, so I kindly reminded him. Is that not possible? "

"Okay, of course. You can continue to quibble, but you will soon know that it is wrong to do so. " The Vermilion Bird waved its hand. Two bodyguards stepped forward and forcefully put the braces into Thunderclap's mouth.

She coldly said, "This is to prevent you from committing suicide because you cannot withstand the torture. Welcome to hell on earth and enjoy a hundred and eight types of torture instruments. "

When the bodyguard pushed the cart full of tools in front of Thunderclap, he couldn't help but widen his eyes. These things were all stained with blood. No matter which one it was, if it was applied to him, it would make him wish he was dead.

Meteor expressionlessly put the gloves on his hand and glanced at him. "It's not too late for you to say it now. "

Thunderclap shouted, "I'll say it, I'll say it!" He was just an elegant art thief. The people he dealt with were all expensive art pieces and antique sellers. At most, they would be chased by the police. He had never seen such a cruel situation before. Before the other party had even made a move, he could not take it anymore.

"Tell me, I want to know Jim's background. " Meteor pulled a chair and sat in front of Thunderclap.

Thunderclap smiled bitterly. "Actually, I really don't know much. Last year, I stole a painting of Raphael at the Ufez Museum. At that time, the dealer I contacted was Jim's subordinate. Jim expressed that he appreciated my methods of committing crimes and left my contact details. This is the first time he contacted me to help him with something. "

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