After checking, Daniel reported: "Master, this foreigner can't die anymore!"

Long Hao nodded with satisfaction: "Very good!"

Then applause: "Welcome, T.K., welcome to officially become my partner!"

The three Stevensons were all stunned. It took a long time before old Stevenson's eyes flashed and he stammered: "You, you are the devil! Do you want to torture us and then kill us?"

Long Hao shook his head: "It's not torture, it's a witness! You are all witnesses. You saw with your own eyes that Mr. Morgan shot our Mayor Kouhegen, right?"

The three Stevensons didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Long Hao's gourd, so they nodded blankly.

As for T.K, his face was ashen and his expression was frozen.

Long Hao continued with a smile: "There are two choices next! First, Mr. Morgan continues to kill the three of you! Second, you kill each other and become my partner, Long Hao, just like Mr. Morgan!"

To apply for a certificate, you need to press your fingerprint!

Long Hao's smile suddenly became eerie and weird in the eyes of the Stevensons and Beth Rothschild: Lord, this evil Oriental actually wants us to kill each other!

Bess raised his head. The glory of the baron prevented him from succumbing to the evil Satan: "You can't even think of succeeding. We would rather die with honor! The family... will avenge us!"

Stevenson and his son, however, had gloomy faces and remained silent.

Long Hao pointed to the airtight and shadowy cells around him, and said: "Die here? You will only die like a bed bug without mercy...die here! Rothschild is not a fly, how can he know?"

Bess opened his mouth, speechless, and his pale face was covered with a look of death!

Long Hao snapped his fingers and continued: "I will give you three time to think about it! Ten minutes, if all three of you are still alive after ten minutes, then the pistol in T.K's hand will shoot out bullets again! I have always been tolerant.

Yes, one of you will die? Or three of you will die together? The choice is yours!"

After finishing speaking, Long Hao gestured, and the bull and the bird had withdrawn from the iron railing into the rancid narrow space. In an instant, only the three of Stevenson and Kou Hegen's body were left on the ground, which was getting colder.

I don't know whether it was intentional or not, but the crotch of the bird's pants came loose when he exited, and a curved metal knife fell on the floor.

"Ten minutes..."

The iron door slammed shut, and although Stevenson and his son remained silent, the impassioned bass was like a rubber ball that had lost its air and lost its energy. If you prick up your ears and listen carefully, you will hear the three people chewing in their mouths.

These three words 'ten minutes'!

A minute passed. Little Stevenson coughed dryly and took the lead: "Baron, are we really going to die together?"

The deputy sheriff, who had a bright future three days ago, now looked like the prisoners he had tortured countless times, with bright red eyes, ragged clothes, and a nauseating smell of zombies looking for carrion.

Bes seemed to smell this extremely dangerous smell, and he immediately took a few steps back alertly: "Calfan, what do you want to do? Don't succumb to that Oriental, that is Satan..."

Little Stevenson raised his head and smiled strangely: "But it is really better to die one person than three people!"

Bess was horrified and shouted: "Are you crazy? I am Baron Rothschild, do you want to kill me and survive? Shelty, won't you stop your crazy son?"

Old Stevenson lowered his head, as if he was deaf, and remained motionless and speechless.

Little Stevenson smiled sinisterly and approached step by step. Bess seemed to have completely lost his sense of control. He took a few steps back, stumbled with his left foot and fell to the ground.

At this time, Long Hao's long voice came from outside the iron railing: "As long as one of you dies, instead of dying to help others, why don't you work hard and think about it, whose bloodline is more noble? Who is more humble and suitable to be a slave?

hell?"

The words seemed to wake up a dreamer. Bess's eyes happened to fall on the scimitar. A murderous look flashed in his eyes. He rushed over and picked up the murder weapon from the ground. He gritted his teeth and roared: "I am a noble Rothschild."

, you, a lowly little policeman, what the hell are you planning in your heart? Oh, go to hell!!"

Bess's knife moved forward and swung a few times, almost injuring little Stevenson who was caught off guard.

"Are you noble? Am I humble?"

Little Stevenson was like a wounded beast, his already red eyes became even more sinisterly red: "Why can't you dedicate yourself to us once? We are father and son, and you are just one person, why can't you sacrifice yourself to help us?"

Roar, take your life!"

Little Stevenson hunched over, his hands like claws, staring at the knife-wielding Bess, like a hungry wolf waiting for an opportunity, trying to swat the murderous weapon out of Bess's hand.

Bess received a strict aristocratic education and had deep experience in fencing and fighting. The two of them fought for only ten rounds, and the unarmed little Stevenson had three or four wounds on his body, and blood flowed out, which made his face even more ferocious.

Bess gained the upper hand, and the killing instinct in his bones was aroused. He shook the blood-soaked scimitar and said with a ferocious smile: "Want to kill me? I will let you understand right now that a lowly servant can never defeat a noble master.

! I think your father will be ashamed of you, give up and let me slit your throat. Among the three of us, your death is the most reasonable arrangement!"

"It's reasonable, sister!"

With a small cry, Bess felt a pain in his lower back. He turned around in surprise, only to find that old Stevenson had dark circles under his eyes and was holding a dagger, stabbing him in the back: "You dare to kill my son? I

Arrange for you to meet God first!”

"Ah...bastard!"

Bess let out an earth-shattering scream. He twisted his waist and kicked old Stevenson away, who was still about to stab him a few times. He shouted angrily: "Old man, do you want to rebel?"

Outside the iron bars, Long Hao watched the drama in the cell getting better and better, and said with a smile: "You want to kill someone else's son, but you don't allow his father to resist? What kind of logic is this? Rothschild's people have things in their heads.

Is it all straw? Are you sure it's not burned out? By the way, little bird, throw another weapon into it. Kalfan also needs weapons to stand up against his cruel master!"

"Yes, Master!" Xiaoniao smiled cheerfully and threw another iron rod into the iron railing.

The iron railing suddenly turned into a real fight between trapped beasts. The three people were holding three different weapons and divided into two camps, fighting to the death! But this kind of life-and-death fight was really not good-looking. Bass relied on

Young, one against two, even though he was injured, he still managed to keep up, but his moves were no better than the rough and tumble punches used in street fights. There was no structure and no sense of beauty at all. It was really the Stevensons who were too weak that allowed Bass to nourish him.

have lived until now.

Long Hao got tired of looking at it for a while, and said calmly: "This is murder, can't you be more cruel? In addition to weapons, your teeth are also extremely sharp. Go ahead and bite! Let me tell you, it will be there in ten minutes.

, if all three of you are still alive by then, T.K’s bullets will not recognize anyone!”

T.K cooperated very well and raised his pistol expressionlessly. The black muzzle looked like the entrance to hell.

With this stimulation, and the three people actually cutting out the real fire, the battle was escalating, and the blood was splattering... and the father and son worked together to finally defeat the noble elegance, and when little Stevenson knocked down the iron hard,

The stick knocked the bass softly and fell to the ground. Long Hao clapped outside and said: "Congratulations, you worked together to murder Mr. Rothschild, and we are all witnesses!"

At this time, Stevenson and his son woke up from their mad state, and the murder weapon in their hands fell: Oh my God, we killed Bess!

The two Stevensons looked pale, and the wounds on their bodies seemed to have been forgotten for a moment.

Long Hao spoke again: "Welcome to you, officially become my partner! T.K, you and the two Mr. Stevensons should discuss what to do next!"

After explaining this, Long Hao, escorted by Dan Niu Xiaoniao, left the blood-filled cell.

Long Hao doesn't care how T.K communicates with the Stevensons. He just wants the upcoming fire in San Francisco not to burn him, and the Hong family can be smoothly taken over by Hong Zaimo.

According to the plan T.K showed to Long Hao, he would connect the death of Bess, the death of Kou Hagen, the death of Salvin, and the smashing, looting and burning of the police station - this series of events will eventually create a complex situation for him.

A favorable situation. And in order to create it smoothly, Stevenson, the deputy mayor, is a chess piece that must be conquered!
Chapter completed!