The Periodic Table of Words and Spirits at Hogwarts

The gang leader, Abu Bourne, was lying comfortably on the soft sofa with a huge cigar in his mouth. Two women in revealing clothes behind him were gently rubbing his shoulders.

On the coffee table in front of him, there were packets of white powder wrapped in plastic, very pure white, without a little bit of yellow.

"Are you sure the goods are cooked?"

A man in a suit sitting across from him picked up a bag, observed it carefully for a while, and then asked.

"Can someone in charge of such a big gang sell you cornstarch"?

Abu Byrne took another hard puff on the Cuban cigar in his mouth, and then exhaled a ring of smoke comfortably.

"Just say if you want it or not."

The man in the suit waved his hand, and the attendant behind him put an aluminum alloy box next to the powder on the coffee table.

Abu Bourne opened the box, and inside there were small yellow croakers one after another.

Picking up one and weighing it, Abu Bourne nodded with satisfaction, and then said:

"You can just go straight after you go out. The son of Senator N'Gola Elm came to us today to have fun. There will be no police patrolling here tonight."

"I didn't expect that the son of Senator N'Gola Elm would have such a weird habit."

The man in the suit said with a smile.

"I didn't expect you to come here to buy fans, Marcelo Weiss."

A voice came from the darkness.

"Who? Where are the guards! What are you doing?" ?

Abu Byrne yelled towards the door.

"Are you talking about him?"

A young man in a black trench coat walked unhurriedly from the door that had been opened for some time, with a black thing in his right hand.

"Boom!"

Zhang Qi raised his hand and threw the black thing onto the coffee table. The thing rolled a few times between the bags of white powder and the aluminum alloy boxes containing gold bars, and then fell off the coffee table and landed on the coffee table. between Abu Byrne's split legs.

Abu Byrne looked down and suddenly felt a heat flow down his thighs into his shoes.

It was a **** human head, and the eyes on it were wide open!

"It's a lot of money. I didn't expect your cronies to be retired by the special forces. No wonder the muscles are so developed. When I cut off his head, it took more effort than others."

Zhang Qi calmly walked to the sofa and wiped the few drops of blood on the thorns in his hand with the sofa.

"You, who are you"!

Abu Bourne, who had been so scared that he had wet his pants, waved his hands around his chest indiscriminately, screaming in a voice that was so frightened.

"Your client should have the answer to the question of who I am."

This time Zhang Qi's eyes stayed on the man in the suit.

"Good midnight, Foreign Service Officer Marcelo Weiss. I think my mother didn't give you money to buy fans when she sent you on a business trip this time, right?"

"Old, boss, all this is a misunderstanding, boss"!

Marcelo Weiss fell to his knees in fright.

"Stunned"!

Zhang Qi didn't talk nonsense to the two of them either. He directly used a stun spell to bring down Marcelo Weiss, and then focused his eyes on Abu Bourne again.

As for the two women who rubbed his shoulders just now, when Zhang Qi threw the head on the coffee table, he fainted from fright.

"You all come in."

Zhang Qi said towards the door.

Several members of the Sicilian Mafia in suits entered the room, their throats squirming constantly, as if they were about to vomit.

Although they are old men of the Mafia in Sicily, and they have fought on the front lines, it is the first time I have seen such a **** scene.

The blood outside had merged into a stream on the ground, and the boots could make a rattling sound when they stepped on it. The strong smell of blood rushed straight to the forehead, making one almost vomit.

"Abu Byrne"? Zhang Qi waved his hand and asked the people who came to help this time to drag out the two women who had already fainted and Marcelo Weiss.

"You, who are you"!

Abu Byrne calmed down, but his voice was still trembling.

"It's the one who wants your life."

Zhang Qi said coldly.

"Tie it up".

Following Zhang Qi's order, several men in suits immediately surrounded him and tied Abu Bourne to the chair in the room with thick hemp ropes.

"Iron chair? You're a pervert."

Zhang Qi glanced at the legs of the chair that were gleaming coldly under the light, and there was a hint of disgust in his eyes.

'Damn, what's wrong with this Asian man, why are his eyes so yellow'?

Abu Bourne and Zhang Qi looked at each other and lowered their heads, trying to suppress the inexplicable panic that they had just produced, but they never dared to look up at him again.

"Your superior and source of supply"?

Zhang Qi continued to ask.

"Listen, buddy." Abu Byrne tried to lighten his tone.

"It's my incompetence that fell into your hands today, tell me, what do you want? Money? A woman? Or medicine? You can give you anything you want, as long as you let me go"...

　　话还没说完，一个戴着战术手套的拳头就呼啸而至，随后狠狠的揍在了他的腮帮子上。

The impact-like ripples began to ripple on his fat face, starting from the position where the fist hit, all the way to the other cheek. The twisted cheeks forced the lips to open, and first a few drops of bright red blood flew out of the mouth, followed by its rotten back molars from drugs and alcohol~www.novelmt.com~As the bones shattered With a muffled sound, Abu Bourne's cheekbones and cheekbones also burst, and the left cheek swelled like a balloon being inflated.

"Damn, you are sick, yellow-skinned monkey"!

After being punched, Abu Byrne became even more arrogant and cursed at Zhang Qi.

"Tsk, please bring me the gasoline can."

Zhang Qi smacked his mouth, and instructed the Sicilian Mafia behind him in French.

Less than half a minute later, a strong man in a suit walked into the room with a tin gas can.

"I remember you smoked, right? Please give me one."

Zhang Qi said to the strong man who was carrying a gasoline can.

The strong man was stunned for a moment, then took out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his jacket, took one out and handed it to Zhang Qi.

"winstonwinston? Good guy, I remember that this brand is quite expensive. It's a pity to do this."

Zhang Qi glanced at it and found that this cigarette was actually an Italian brand, and he felt a little pity.

I had known for a long time that I had shipped a box of Changbai Mountain from Shenzhou...

"Thank you, you can just go with this guy's cigar later, it's a compensation for this cigarette."

As Zhang Qi said this, he unscrewed the lid of the gasoline can.

"You, what are you doing"!

Abu Bourne watched in horror as Zhang Qi walked towards him with a gasoline can, and then poured gasoline all over himself!

What exactly does this lunatic want to do!

(This interrogation method pays tribute to Brother Shui's work - if I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon)

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