Chapter 43 The Death of Wang Xiaoqiang (please collect and recommend)
"I am just reporting to you on a routine basis. I act according to the rules, but I hope that those of you who make the rules will also act according to the rules." Yang Jiandao .
Zhao Jianguo hesitated for a moment, then said: "Assassinating an Interpol, no matter who it is, will be a crime against humanity, no matter who it is, or any organization, and the only option is the death penalty. If it is a ghost controller, then Interpol must deal with it first. , processing level. Above supernatural incidents. "
Such rules are formulated to ensure the survival of criminal police officers.
Originally, criminal policemen work hard on supernatural events. If they are also assassinated, governments will never allow it. If the rules are not made strict, who will be a criminal policeman in the future?
Yang Jiandao: "So, I hope you won't make any mistakes in principle."
Zhao Jianguo was blocked and speechless.
"Hang up, let's talk next time." After Yang Jian made the report, he immediately hung up the phone.
As soon as the communication is disconnected.
Zhao Jianguo’s temper couldn’t help but come out; “Damn it.”
He suddenly threw the communication device in his hand to the ground and smashed it into pieces.
The other correspondents in the communication room all looked at Zhao Jianguo, but he cursed angrily.
"Wang Xiaoqiang offends no one, but he offends Yang Jian. He will cause trouble to me. Even the criminal police want to assassinate him. Does he want to rebel?"
Wang Xiaoming must also explain the situation. .
The best result is to let Wang Xiaoming protect Wang Xiaoqiang privately and give Professor Wang a face. As for this, they will fully cooperate with Yang Jian's actions.
It's impossible to offend both of them.
He didn’t know that Wang Xiaoqiang had been nailed to the coffin.
The black ghost at Yang Jian's feet covered Wang Xiaoqiang's body, strangled his neck tightly, and then lifted him directly from the bed.
He poured the gasoline from the ghost realm on Wang Xiaoqiang's body.
There is a ghost hiding in his body, but what really belongs to Wang Xiaoqiang is the outer layer of skin. If his outer layer of skin is burned away, can he still survive?
After thinking about it, Yang Jian took out a lighter, lit it and threw it towards Wang Xiaoqiang.
"Boom."
Wang Xiaoqiang's body began to burn, and soon, only lumps of flesh and a skeleton were left.
The skeleton and the ghost flesh revived quickly, and the skeleton's palm suddenly moved, grabbing the ghost figure around its neck.
The ghost realm of ghost flesh spread rapidly, and the golden ghost realm spread rapidly with Wang Xiaoqiang's family as the center. Yang Jian secretly cried out when he saw this.
It was based on revenge, but I forgot to bring the gold box. Yang Jian had no choice but to activate the Ghost Eye Ghost Realm and upgrade the Golden Ghost Realm.
I felt dazed for a moment, as if my consciousness was blurred. Then he regained consciousness.
Suddenly, he found that the golden ghost realm disappeared.
In front of him was Wang Xiaoqiang before he died, and there was a rusty coffin nail on his forehead.
Yang Jian opened his eyes wide, showing a look of shock, and a chill surged directly through his body from the soles of his feet.
"Go back in time?"
He suddenly picked up the phone and looked at the call history of the satellite positioning phone.
No record? How is this possible. He obviously chatted with Zhao Jianguo for a long time.
“No, this is impossible.”
Slowly a figure appeared, it was Fang Shiming.
At this time, the headless ghost in his body was suppressed, and everything around him became still.
He slowly walked towards Wang Xiaoqiang, came to Wang Xiaoqiang's side, turned back to Yang Jian and said: "This guy owes me ten B-level ghosts. If you kill him, who will I find to get them from?"
< br>As he said that, he was going to pull out the coffin nail.
“Wait a minute.”
“Yes.” Fang Shiming turned back and looked at Yang Jian.
Yang Jian's eyes were full of fear.
Guiyan has been avoiding this person, trying his best to keep his figure out of Guiyan's field of vision.
So much so that the ghost eyes on Yang Jian's forehead kept turning left and right.
Suddenly.
The ghost eye is out of control at this moment.
Yang Jian almost had no choice but to make the decision. At the same time, all the eyes on the back of his hands, the back of his head, and his body opened up.
In an instant, he reached the ultimate level he could reach.
But I didn’t look at it for two seconds.
All the ghost eyes closed together.
And they shed tears of blood.
Yang Jian took a few steps back with fear on his face.
He saw Mimiko next to Fang Shiming, with a pale face. This ghost was more terrifying than ghost paintings, no, more terrifying than the Lord of Ghost Eyes. Who is this? ?
The strength gap is too big, but Yang Jian is not ready to let Wang Xiaoqiang go.
"You just said that Wang Xiaoqiang owes you a few ghosts, right?" Yang Jian simply closed his ghost eyes, which made him feel much better.
Fang Shiming held Mimiko in his arms and said, "Yes, he just got ghost meat from me and promised to give me ten B-level ghosts in the future."
Although Yang Jian doesn't know who this person is? But as long as they are not avenging Wang Xiaoqiang, he quickly said: "How about I give you those fierce ghosts? I only want Wang Xiaoqiang's life."
"Okay. There is an A-level ghost here, and it's yours. Four B-level ghosts; the golden skeleton counts as one B-level ghost for you; you only need to give me five B-level ghosts, or one A-level or one B-level."
"Cough. Cough." Mimiko coughed.
Fang Shiming glanced at Yang Jian, waving one hand, and a layer of white light illuminated the room.
The next second.
Only Wang Xiaoqiang was left in a puddle of mud. The two ghosts on his body had disappeared, and Fang Shiming had also disappeared.
Yang Jian looked at Wang Xiaoqiang with lingering fear. He didn't expect that this guy had such a powerful collaborator. He must not be allowed to live. The threat was too great.
He called Zhao Jianguo as before. If Zhao Jianguo answered Yang Jian's call for the first time.
After hanging up the phone, the black ghost shadow under his feet covered Wang Xiaoqiang's body and strangled his neck tightly.
“Kaka.”
Wang Xiaoqiang was completely dead, and Yang Jian took back the coffin nails.
"Who is it?"
Yang Jian took out the human skin paper and found that the human skin paper was shaking slightly. He opened it and took a look.
"I am Yang Jian. When you see this sentence, I will be dead..."
"I really want to throw you to that evil ghost."
The writing on it gradually became blurred, and finally all the writing disappeared, and then a line of words quickly appeared:
"No, please don't give it to him..."
Yang Jian Keep your eyes wide open and continue reading.
“…Today I counter-killed Wang Xiaoqiang, and suddenly time went back, and a person appeared next to me. He was Fang Shiming, the president of Moments… His strength is terrifying… If possible, I can trade with him , change back to the ghost mirror..."
"He is Fang Shiming. It is really scary, especially the female ghost next to him."
Suddenly, Yang Jian found that the recovery state of the ghost eye was suppressed, just like when he had just controlled the ghost eye.
He looked into the distance, where was the Xiaoqiang Club.
"You should die together. I was Wang Xiaoqiang's subordinate in life, and you can sleep with him after death. Send me some ghosts by the way."
Yang Jian picked up the coffin nails, Slowly walked out of Wang Xiaoqiang's villa. (End of this chapter)