Su Yu threw away the pistol and came to the man's side, turned his whole body over, and carefully observed the back of the man's neck.

Sure enough, as he expected, this idiot with no brains was indeed a member of the Black Hand organization.

Because everyone in the Black Hand organization has one thing in common, that is, they have a barcode-like tattoo on their backs.

Don't underestimate this tattoo. Through the special identification device of the Black Hand organization, everyone's name in the organization can be found out through the pattern.

Moreover, this barcode-like tattoo is also a comparison of status among members of the Black Hand organization. The more bars, the higher the strength and status.

However, there can only be a maximum of 10 vertical bars. If there are more than 10, it will be overwritten and become the overlord of the organization with its own power. However, it is particularly difficult to achieve this condition. It is just a vertical bar. Who knows?

Know how many tasks to perform and how many innocent people to kill.

Therefore, the Black Hand organization is divided into three levels in terms of levels. One to four vertical bars are the lowest level, and five to eight levels above are those with middle-level status in the organization. Nine and ten are considered masters in the organization.

As for the ten or more vertical bars, the original black barcode will become colored. I heard that the boss of the Black Hand organization has a colored palm tattooed on his neck. But whether it is true or not, Su Yu doesn't know. After all, he has not seen it with his own eyes.

Pass.

This man only has five strips on his neck, and his identity is barely decent. He dares to challenge such a skill. I don’t know if I admire his bravery, or that he is stupid.

Su Yu searched the Western man for a while and found nothing before he gave up. It seemed that the man in front of him was also a bastard in the mission and did not have much practical information.

However, Su Yu didn't find nothing, he barely found some clues.

The Chinese language is broad and profound, and is recognized as the most difficult language to learn in the world. This Western man actually speaks it so fluently that he even has some regional dialect tones, which shows that he has lived in China for a long time.

It is impossible for the Black Hand organization to send him alone. There must be many members hiding in China. Based on this view, there may be people from the Black Hand organization secretly sneaking into China many years ago.

On the surface, it seems that the black hand organization wants to make huge profits on Chinese territory, but from another perspective, who knows if there may be other conspiracies. This matter seems to require in-depth investigation later.

...

After a short while, the remaining sniper fled back to the villa. If it hadn't been for the Western man who suddenly jumped out, he would have died in the opponent's hands by now.

In the villa room, Wuma Wenbin was lying on the ground like a puddle of mud. After just a short while, he was squeezed, and even his head became blank.

The Western woman named Maria sat on Wu Ma Wenbin with a satisfied look on her face, turned slightly and crossed her legs, and lit a cigarette.

Under the stimulation of the smoke, Wuma Wenbin finally woke up a little, but his eyes were still empty and lifeless, looking like a walking zombie.

At this time, a man's anxious shouting sounded outside the corridor.

"Master, this is bad, something big is going to happen!"

Wuma Wenbin was still lying on the ground sleepwalking, as if he couldn't hear the shouts in the corridor. When the Western woman finished smoking her cigarette and put out the cigarette butt on his skin, the severe pain made Wuma Wenbin wake up.

The Western woman had already stood up, put her coat on her body, and opened the door.

The man who was originally waiting at the door had a flash of lust in his eyes after seeing the Western woman's proud figure, but he quickly lowered his head to hide the greed in his eyes.

"Why are you shouting in broad daylight? I wonder if I am busy with business!" Wuma Wenbin said dissatisfied.

The man who spoke was the sniper who had escaped. Without any thought of explanation, he immediately reported the tragic fighting situation in the woods.

"Master, everyone is dead!"

Wuma Wenbin was not very clear-headed at the moment and did not understand what the man meant.

"Everything is dead, but who is dead? Did you kill the boy who broke into the island?"

The man is ready to scold his mother, thinking about why he followed an idiot boss, and now his anger is almost burning to his butt, and he doesn't even understand the situation.

I had no choice but to continue explaining: "Master, all the members you sent out just now, except for me who escaped back, are all dead. They were all killed by that man!"

This time Wuma Wenbin heard it clearly.

"What did you say?"

"How is this possible? Didn't I ask you to ambush him? How could the entire army be annihilated?!"

The man is also a mute who eats Coptis chinensis and cannot express his sufferings. Who would have known that the other party would be so terrifying and kill everyone casually. If he hadn't been lucky, even he would have died there.

At this moment, Wuma Wenbin realized the seriousness of this matter. The team members he had just sent out were the only cards he could draw, and now only one of them came back alive. You can imagine how he felt.

Just like a child who is lawless at home and suddenly encounters a vicious adult outside one day, the oppressive gap is clear at a glance.

"Damn! You're a bunch of trash! What do you want to eat? Get out of here!"

In front of the God of Death, the man was frightened and wished to leave as soon as possible. After hearing Wuma Wenbin's expulsion, he escaped from the room without hesitation.

After venting his anger, Wuma Wenbin became afraid again. So many people were no match for that man. If the other party came to the villa, death would be the only thing waiting for him.

Now that I have no decent subordinates, there is no other option but to wait for death.

When he saw the Western woman sitting on the table, hope immediately rekindled in his heart.

"Maria, I know you must have a way, please help me, I really don't want to die!"

The Western woman didn't pay attention to Wuma Wenbin's intention. Instead, she was posing and immersed in herself, completely ignoring him. However, the look on her expression showed that she was clearly on the cusp of a wave.

This only aggravated the nervous Wu Ma Wenbin, who stretched out his hands to grab the woman's shoulders and shook her vigorously.

"Maria, speak up! If you don't help me, we will both die!"

The Western woman flashed a cold light, moved her body slightly, shook her hands away from her shoulders, and then hit Wuma Wenbin hard on the cheek with a loud slap.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, the woman kicked out again, knocking Wu Ma Wenbin to the ground, then moved her body slightly and disappeared from the table.

When the person appeared, he was already standing on the ground, and his long white legs were stepping on Wuma Wenbin's chest.

The hot slap just now, coupled with the squeezing of the soles of his chest, made Wuma Wenbin wake up instantly, and the anger that originally burst out has been replaced by cowardice.

"Maria, please save me!"

The Western woman looked at Wu Ma Wenbin with a condescending look and said coldly: "I forgot who put you in the position of the head of the Wuma family. If I hadn't helped you make suggestions, I would have found a way to kill your father and get rid of you two secretly.

Brother, otherwise you would still want to be the head of the family with a piece of trash like you!"

"You have no brains, no means, and you don't even have the ability to make me happy. If I had known you were such a waste, I should have chosen someone else to take the position of the head of the Wuma family!"

After hearing these words, Wuma Wenbin panicked instantly and prayed like a dog: "I was wrong, I don't dare to do it anymore. Please save me. I will listen to you in everything from now on. Treat me like a dog."

I’m willing too!”

With a smile on her face, the woman slowly knelt down and said expectantly: "Good dog, it depends on your performance!"

Wu Ma Wenbin no longer knew what dignity was, and immediately began to act like a dog, and the sound of nature sounded in the room again.

The Western woman's expression was hard to describe, and she squinted her eyes and grabbed Wu Ma Wenbin's hair.

“What a good dog~”
Chapter completed!