Chapter 939 Cat’s Revenge 30
G came over with a glass basin and put it in his hand, with a bright smile on his face: "Come and try the tuna salad I made. By the way, this salad tastes best with white wine."
Walking to the small bar next to it, there was a fixed shelf to prevent wind and waves, and several bottles of unopened wine were placed horizontally. I chose a bottle of white wine and used a special screwdriver to uncork it.
F was holding a glass salad bowl with a fork in it, so he picked up the fork and inserted some into his mouth. The vegetables and tuna meat should be frozen and feel cool in your mouth. The taste is quite good.
G poured two glasses of wine, walked over, and handed one glass to F: "I wish you a happy carnival tonight."
F clinked the wine glass with G and took a sip... Well, the wine tasted very good, sweet and refreshing. After all, it was the life of the rich.
He looked around and asked, "Where is the cat?" It seemed that he didn't hear the cat meowing.
"I was afraid of running away, so I gave him some sleeping pills." G drank with a smile.
No wonder there was no meow. F drank the wine in one breath and asked excitedly: "When will it start?"
"No rush, I've been waiting for so long, I don't care if I wait any longer." G took his empty cup and said, "Would you like some more?"
"Okay!" The wine tasted really good, and it was different from what he had drunk before. I don’t know what’s so good about it, but it just tastes good. Take this opportunity to drink more.
Why did I feel a little dizzy, and the attack was quite fierce, and soon my feet felt a little weak.
G reached out and took the salad bowl from his hand, looking at him with a smile: "We can start soon."
Suddenly thinking of those nightmares he had before, F's eyes widened and he looked at G in disbelief. At this time, he could no longer stand on his feet. He fell to the side and supported the wall next to him with his hands, but he still couldn't stand firm. , his arms also lost strength, and he fell to the ground.
My eyelids were heavy and I couldn't open them any longer. The last thing I saw was G's priceless pair of polished custom-made leather shoes...
At this time, the car that took F to the dock drove all the way to a private garage.
The driver got out of the car, threw it down and walked out: "I'll leave it to you."
Several workers immediately went up, holding various tools. Some removed license plates, some spray-painted, and some used vacuum cleaners to clean the interior of the car. Soon, this car will be remodeled and sold to a place even they don't know.
After G tied up F, he carried the salad basin and various tools for making salad and walked to the cockpit. He started the yacht and headed towards the depths of the sea.
In the vast and deep sea, a cruise ship turned on its lights, cut through the sparkling sea, and sailed under the moonlight.
Halfway through, G threw the salad bowl and other items into the sea and continued to sail.
F slowly opened his eyes and found that he was tied tightly, and there was a huge thick plastic sheet underneath him.
Although his head was a little dizzy, it didn't stop him from thinking. The first reaction was to scream for help in panic, hoping someone would hear me.
G walked off the boat, his hands in his trousers pockets, and his shirt was ironed and spotless. He watched with interest as F kept screaming and calling for help.
"Help, help. What are you going to do, what are you going to do..." F went from shouting for help to questioning, until he collapsed in tears of pain.
"Have you shouted enough? No one can hear you." G pointed with his eyes upward: "We are already at sea now." F cried with snot and tears: "Why are you doing this... We didn't talk very well. Okay?”
G nodded and expressed approval: "It's really good. Without you, my previous life would have lacked a lot of fun."
And this fun is based on the pain of those little animals!
F tried to struggle to get up, but his hands and feet were tied up. After a lot of effort, he could only sit up.
But G came over, raised his foot, and knocked him down. Looking at him with false pity, he shook his head slightly: "You are quite smart, now you know what I want to do. Unfortunately you are not smart enough, or in other words, you are short of money."
"I, I'll give you the money back, can I give it back to you?" F was so nervous and frightened that he trembled all over. After saying this, he knew that he had said something wrong. Is G like a person who is short of money?
Sure enough, G scoffed and turned towards the tool bag he brought. But he first picked up a pair of surgical rubber gloves from the table, put them on his hands, and then opened the bag: "Look what you brought? Scissors, screwdrivers, saws... Oh, and needle and thread... What is this? It's a cigar cutter. I've seen you use this to slowly cut off the nails and fingers on the cat's claws. Oh, there's also this, the ice cream scoop, the eyeball cutter... You probably brought the whole set. That’s great.”
Looking at the various instruments originally used on cats being taken out of the bag one by one, F was so scared that tears fell down again.
Sad: "Please let me go, I am a human, not a cat. I am the same person as you!"
G was still there, taking out the rest of the things in his bag. He had brought too many things, and the big bag containing luggage and clothes was almost full.
G calmly and calmly took out the items in the bag one by one: "Human beings are different. Although they haven't been classified yet, there are already differences between humans and monkeys. It's just that you so-called humans haven't acknowledged it. To me There is no difference between you and a cat.”
Why do these words sound so familiar! I remembered that the young female owner of the weird shop once said something like this... "You are a two-legged beast, just a human animal. In my eyes, there is no difference between you and a cat."
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What a huge irony, hearing this sentence again and again, and he became a "cat" in the hands of others.
F's voice trembled, trying to arouse the other person's conscience again: "But I am still a human being, aren't you afraid that if you do this, you will go to hell after death?"
G paused, thought for a while and then smiled happily: "I am an atheist." The only thing he believed in was probably money, and he understood the power of money all too well.
At this time, he turned the bag over and patted it childishly: "Okay, take it all out."
Then he looked around at the things on the table: "There are really too many, you took too much. Which one should I start with? It's really embarrassing for me. How about you tell me, which one should I try first?"
In F's staring eyes, tears of fear could not help but fall down when they were almost full: "You are crazy, really crazy!"
G looked at him and laughed for a while: "Don't you? In fact, we are all sick and crazy. It's just that I am smarter, richer, and more powerful than you, just like you and the cat. "
F was speechless. Any words he said were in vain. He had exactly the same attitude towards cats. Because of this, he can bully the weak and satisfy his own sense of existence. It's just that when a cat turns into a human.
"Let's do this first!" G decided. He picked up a needle and a ball of thread, and walked slowly towards F, who was terrified and trying to struggle back, admiring the fear on his face...
(End of chapter)