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Lao Hei threw the person on his back into the grass. Manager Qian took out his phone, found the photo that he copied from the anti-poison department's database and compared it with before saying: "That's right, it's him."

After confirming the identity of the target, he tied the gag firmly with tape and added the military handcuffs on his hands and feet. Let's put it this way, even if it was the Manager Qian or Lao Hei who had transformed themselves, it would still take some effort to struggle free after being tied up like this.

Then we immediately threw him into the car and drove away, taking a long detour, feeling like we were stealing things. In a place like Burma, close to the Golden Triangle, it might not be a big deal if you offended a cop or something. However, if others were to find out that Kun Ba is in our hands, we would probably be surrounded in less than half an hour.

After pulling the unconscious Kun Ba along for more than four hours, they finally arrived at a warehouse in the suburbs where Kaigaang was selling goods. Originally, the worker guarding the warehouse was called by Kaigaang to take revenge, so there was no one present.

On the way, Kun Ba had already woken up. After going through so much, he did not struggle nor struggle, but used his cold eyes to size us up. Manager Qian carried him into the warehouse and threw him onto the ground. We dragged a few empty wooden boxes for the Assault Rifle and sat in a row in front of him.

Before we could make a sound, he said, "Give me the Buddha Head and I will give you all the wealth you need in this world. Countless amounts of wealth, an astronomical amount of US dollars and gold. I have a dozen or so safe-deposit boxes in the Swiss Bank. Each box has enough gold and diamonds to last you a lifetime. If you let me go, I can give them to you right now. "

Manager Qian interrupted him and joked, "Pay the deposit first!"

When Kun Ba heard this, for some reason, he glanced at his own hands. It was originally a very weak movement, but none of us men took notice of it. Manager Qian looked around and took down a ruby ring. "I will help you collect the ill-gotten money."

Kun Ba was both angry and anxious, and said: "I have even more money, I can give you all as much as I want. Give me the Buddha Head first."

Seeing his anxious expression, Lao Hei was immediately angered and said: "Master Hei, I have a problem with that. I like to cook hot pot with United States dollars.

"Tell me, why do you want the Buddha Head?" Manager Qian cautiously asked.

Kun Ba thought for a moment, then indicated for us to look at his left hand. When we entered, I saw that his left hand's index finger was also broken, this was completely within my expectations. If he didn't miss a cut on his left index finger, which is odd, I'd suspect six fingers.

"I know, you did make a deal with the devil," Lao Hei said with a face full of joy and misfortune.

"It's not just me," he said, and his body and hands began to struggle. The three of us immediately pointed our pistols at him and shouted, "Move!" Then we broke his limbs and stopped, gesturing for us to take something from his pants pocket.

I went over and found only one cell phone, thinking how amazing this guy was. He didn't even bring a credit card when he went out. Then, he thought again and cursed himself for being foolish. How could any bank dare to give the Poison King a card? Even if there was, he wouldn't need it. Judging from what he said just now, his family might even have more than enough dollars to fit in the safe or throw under the bed.

After he got the phone, he gestured to the four of us to look at the pictures on the screen, which were used as a desktop background. I saw that it was the entire family, with four or five sons and six or seven wives. But there was no sign of the Burmese millionaire. They probably didn't know each other when they took the photo.

"Why are you showing us this?" Tell us how happy you are. Tell us that you are the pillar of the family? In the whole world, who knows how many families were destroyed by drugs every year? Dad got a drug addiction and forced his wife and daughter to sell themselves, while son got a drug addiction and killed his parents for money. According to the drug production, half of it is thanks to you. You want to move us just by looking at a picture, did you suck your brains out with drugs? I scolded angrily.

Sanmei whispered in my ear, "Drug dealers know the dangers of drugs the best. They never drink it themselves."

Kun Ba didn't continue speaking, he only indicated that we should find the Origin Diagram on the table and enlarge it. Manager Qian quickly went to the truck and retrieved the military notebook. He quickly transferred the picture to the computer using the Bluetooth function on his phone and opened it up to enlarge it.

As we zoomed in, we found that this photo must have been taken by a very professional SLR machine, and it was one of the more upscale ones. The pixels were high, the picture quality was good, and the mole on her face could be seen clearly. But I still did not understand what this Bastard was trying to do. I was so angry that I scolded: "Shut the door, use punishment, release Lao Hei."

Sanmei pulled my hand, and she pointed out a few spots on the screen for me to see. Under her guidance, I saw a scene that made me gasp. All the family members in the photo had their left index fingers cut off. If someone who doesn't know the inside story looks at this photo and discovers this situation, they might think that his family has some kind of genetic disease.

"Your family is really capable, selling soul professionals," Manager Qian sighed.

After laughing bitterly, Kun Ba said: "I have ruled the Golden Triangle for over 20 years, and there have been countless storms during this period. With the encirclement and annihilation of government troops, with the attacks from my comrades, there were times when the supplies were insufficient and I was threatened with killing me. In 1994, when the Burmese army attacked, my eldest son cut off his finger. One night, he went out to make a deal with the envoys of the Evil Spirit. The next day, Myanmar entered the rainy season. In 1999, Thailand red beret Special Force decapitated frog jump attack, the outer troops simply did not have time to go back to defense, my second son cut off the finger deal. As a result of the internal unrest in Thailand, military-backed opposition demanded the president's resignation, and Special Force was urgently redeployed to protect the president's safety

In 2003, the Andean and Amazon regions experienced good weather and a dramatic increase in production. In order to seize the global market, then Colombia's drug lord Wilbur? Valera paid for a convoy of mercenaries. Oh, right. From your skin color, you must be a black wolf, right? It was your company's special unit specializing in tropical rain forest combat. These ghostly mercenaries saw people killed within three days, saw fields burned, and finally used airplanes to spray the land with chemicals that made it impossible for crops to grow. After the failure of the negotiations, a man took off his clothes, tied his upper body with explosives, and said that he would either give the goods or die together.

I begged them to give me seven days before they left. The next day, my first wife, the woman who had grown up with me from my poorest days, the woman who had eaten salt and rice with me, went out with her index finger. As a result, it didn't take long for the Interpol to start purging drugs in a high profile. Several church organizations also joined up with drug detoxification agencies in many countries and started to host our end-user drug addicts on a large scale. That year, drug sales were only one-third of what they had been the previous year.

And so, for more than twenty years, my family had sold their souls to the devil in order to maintain the rule of my drug empire. Until last year, when my first wife passed away due to illness. That Evil Spirit envoy appeared as promised and took away her soul. In the two months that followed, she kept appearing in my dreams, which were filled with how she had been tormented and ravaged by demons in hell. I thought it was my imagination, but with the help of a Thai psychic witch. I knew then that it was all true, that it was just what she was experiencing every moment, including the time we were talking. Furthermore, because her soul has already been betrayed, she did not have the chance to reincarnate.

As he spoke, he burst into tears, tears flowing down his wrinkled face. He fell on the cold concrete floor of the warehouse and disappeared. He wondered if his tears could nourish the poor girl who was being tormented underground. He cried as he said, "I beg you all, Buddha Head can exchange for the souls of all my family members, I can give you all my belongings, I beg you all, wuwuwu."

Manager Qian was probably moved, he looked at the three of us but did not say anything. However, Lao Hei resolutely said, "No, that's impossible!" Then, he turned around and said to the three of us, "Firstly, the Buddha Head was entrusted to us by the war wolf before he died. We don't have the rights to give it away. Secondly, since the demons want to get their hands on this Buddha Head, they must not get their hands on it. Otherwise, who knows what kind of trouble it will cause. "

It was hard to imagine that after being bitten by a war wolf, this fella actually had feelings for him. He even considered himself as a direct descendant of the war wolf. However, in his heart, he admired him. Even though he often rolled around in the crowd of girls, his stance was still very firm when it came to the big picture.

Hearing Lao Hei's words, Kun Ba looked at the expressions of the four of us and gradually stopped crying. On his face, snot and tears still flowed as he laughed self-deprecatingly and said, "I knew it was like this since I made a deal with the devil last year."

Hearing this, I was startled. I already vaguely knew what he was going to say.

Sure enough, he continued, "My deal is to exchange my soul for all of theirs." After he finished speaking, his mouth moved and a large amount of blood flowed out.

"Oh no, he bit off the tongue," I said as I wanted to go back to the truck to get the first-aid kit, but was stopped by Sanmei.

Generally speaking, the situation where someone bit their tongue to commit suicide on television was unlikely to occur in real life. It is true that biting the tongue can cause death, but the main cause is asphyxiation of the broken roots, death from massive bleeding from numerous blood vessels in the tongue, mechanical asphyxia from massive bleeding and choking into the trachea from the mouth. The last is rich and directly controlled by the brain, which, when stimulated strongly, directly stimulates the central nervous system

Causing central nervous system damage, leading to death, which we say is painful to death.

However, the Kun Ba in front of him did not die immediately. Sanmei turned his head around, and Manager Qian took out his gun, wanting to send him on his way.

Right at that moment, the small door beside the warehouse's main entrance that was meant for pedestrians to pass by was opened. The four of us had drawn our guns in unison and were pointing in that direction. It was as if someone knew we were aiming for the door. Stretching out his hands, he said, "Wow, don't be nervous. I'm just a little rascal here to fulfill the contract."

With that, a seemingly ordinary Burmese man walked in. His appearance was so popular that no one in the street would ever look at him again. As he approached, I asked, "Are you the devil?" He thought to himself, this isn't too reliable. It has to be a bloody mouth, three hands, four hands, and a mouth that spewed smoke.

He smiled and said, "Like I said before, I am just a lackey. I am a small envoy from the Evil Spirit.

It didn't matter if one was a demon or not. Servants of the great devils, how should I express myself in your human language? Well, let me see. Oh, yes, the demon is sales.

We are the sales manager, whether we are Evil Spirit, evil or ghosts, we are just ordinary sales personnel. "Yes, that's what it means." Then he nodded seriously.

"You came here to take Kun Ba's soul?" Sanmei asked.

"Well, yes, don't worry. I won't mistreat him. For one thing, I don't have the strength. Secondly, for people like Mr. Kun Ba who had committed countless evil deeds while he was alive, his level in hell wouldn't be too low. In the future, it's possible that he'll be my Boss, "he said with a sly tone.

I noticed that he didn't have any expression on his face when he spoke, and I was a little surprised. Seeing that I was staring at his face, he said, "This is not my true self. You wouldn't like to see my original appearance. This person was possessed by me, so I'm not used to it. We call the possessed human, the skin bag, similar to your Buddhist sutras. Actually, I also know how to control the expression of this leather bag, but I'm not very proficient at it. " The Burman's face hardened into a smile, but it was far more frightening than when he wasn't laughing. I have also seen the words "Evil Spirits Possession" on the Ghost Scripture s. Only by writing a Sanskrit Mantra Glyph Sticker can the evil spirits be chased out of the human body.

"Oh, I'm sorry, he's dying, I have to work," the Burman said as he mechanically walked to Kun Ba's side. After squatting down, he opened his mouth wide to look at Kun Ba's face, and took a deep breath. While he was inhaling, I saw some tiny particles fly out from Kun Ba's facial features and get sucked into his mouth. It was also as if I didn't see anything or was just hallucinating.

However, when this so called Evil Record's messenger stood up, the four of us were so scared that we neatly took a step back. His eyes were pitch black at the moment. His white eyes had completely disappeared. It was as if his eyes had turned into two black vortexes …

How terrifying. When he saw that we were startled, he made a mocking expression on his stiff face, closed his eyes, and returned to normal.

"I'm sorry, everyone, but I have to excuse myself. In recent years, the world has not been peaceful. This has tired us, the grassroots staff, out. " With that, he hastily prepared to leave.

"Wait, what do you want the souls of these people for?" I asked.

He stopped and turned to us, saying, "The use of the soul is far beyond your imagination. The God of Heaven's Path is also fighting with us, but what they need is a kind and holy soul. What we need is a cruel, despicable soul. So God made good things in this world, music, literature, kinship, friendship, love. Remember that little guy with his bare ass and two little wings shooting arrows at young men and women everywhere? He was a good example. We create disasters, hunger, war, greed, and we use the weakness of human nature to spread yellow, gambling, and poison throughout the world. Oh right, there's also AIDS, which we also created. What's going on, isn't our life from hell a little too flashy? "

Then, after a pause, he said slowly, "However, the first object of soul collection is because if we want to return to this world, we have to break all the seals, and this first seal. that a single Evil Spirit would be able to make ten thousand orders. In other words, they would be able to collect ten thousand souls …