Two Realms: From Glass Beads to Divine Skills, Invincible

Chapter 67: Snake Gallbladder Acquired.

"Ah, don't kill me!!" The woman was provoked and began to scream again.

Da da~~ Da da

The woman was met with several bullets.

"I told you not to yell, but you insisted!" Bai Chen said calmly, as if he had killed a chicken, not a person.

He then pointed the gun at Jamal and said, "Nigger, if you still had your gallbladder, maybe I could let you go."

"Yes, the snake...the snake gall is still here, in the freezer. I...I...I'll return it to you right now, and I'll return the money too. I swear I'll never cheat anyone again."

Jamal was terrified; his body trembled and his lips moved.

He had never seen such a person who treated human life so cheaply.

Don't be fooled by the claim that the United States is a free country with gunfights every day; in reality, they are all cowards.

"lead the way!"

Bai Chen scolded.

It really is like finding a new path after a dead end.

I thought everything on the python had been sold, but it turns out that only the most useless snakeskin was sold.

Even the black man in front of me didn't seem so repulsive anymore.

He had made his decision: if the snake's gall bladder was still intact, he would let it go... That was impossible, but he could spare the victim from torture and give him a quick death.

"Okay, okay, sir, I'll take you there right away."

Jamal breathed a sigh of relief, thinking his life was saved.

As for the woman who was beaten to death in bed? He didn't care at all. Anyway, there were plenty of women like that everywhere. He could get them with just a snap of his fingers without spending any money.

The only troublesome thing is that this woman was an international student, a person with a legitimate identity, and her death in his factory will definitely attract the attention of the police station.

.....

The sausage processing plant's cold storage is on the east side of the first floor.

Meanwhile, the group of unlicensed workers in the factory lobby downstairs continued packaging sausages.

However, their eyes would occasionally drift towards the stairwell, waiting to see how things would unfold.

However, two people still didn't do any work.

One was Ding Jun, who gave Bai Chen directions, and the other was Donut, who was knocked unconscious by a slap.

now.

Ding Jun was extremely conflicted. He wanted to take advantage of the fact that someone was causing trouble for the boss and escape from here.

But he didn't know where he could go after escaping.

He couldn't speak the language, had no relatives or friends, no legal identity, and his passport was torn up. If he was caught, he would be sent directly to jail.

Just then.

Two figures walked down the stairs one after the other.

The person walking in front was the Black owner of the sausage processing plant, and the people behind him were the Chinese compatriots who had gone upstairs earlier.

The people at Zhongrun also saw this scene and stopped what they were doing, looking towards the stairwell.

"A bunch of lowly, yellow-skinned monkeys, what are you looking at? Get back to work, or else I'll..."

Jamal was unconsciously spouting trash talk, because that's what he always did.

But at this moment, he had clearly forgotten that there was a ruthless man with yellow skin behind him.

boom!

With a gunshot, Jamal had a bloody hole in his shoulder.

"Ah~~~"

Jamal clutched his shoulder and screamed in pain, only then realizing he had misspoke. He quickly begged for forgiveness, "NO NO NO, sir, you're not a yellow-skinned monkey. I didn't mean you."

The black-market workers at Zhongrun were also taken aback.

They had lived their entire lives in a peaceful and tranquil country, and had never witnessed such a brutal scene of shooting at the slightest provocation. They immediately lowered their heads, not daring to meet the gaze of the attackers.

Only Ding Jun's heart stirred instantly, and his eyes flashed with a burning gaze.

In his view, this fierce compatriot must be a member of a gang from the United States.

Perhaps... I can ask later if I can work for them.

I don't care about the amount of money; all I need is a place to stay, food to eat, and to escape this dark and hopeless environment.

"Keep going!"

Bai Chen fired another shot at the ground. The bullet bounced off the factory wall and made a loud bang.

Jamal was so frightened that he jumped up and down, not daring to say anything more. He clutched his shoulder and hurried toward the cold storage.

Bai Chen followed closely behind, carrying a submachine gun.

As she passed by Ding Jun, she smiled and nodded at him.

Ding Jun was flattered and immediately bowed in respect.

...

Enter the cold storage.

A foul, fishy smell permeated the air.

A dozen or so somewhat blackened pigs were hung in the air by hooks, and a faint white mist drifted down from the cold air.

Jamal strode forward, walked to the innermost freezer, and, ignoring the sharp pain in his shoulder, bent down to retrieve something while explaining:

"Sir, the item is inside. I'll get it for you..."

His voice sounded somewhat unnatural, and his body was trembling slightly, a mixture of fear and excitement.

There's a compartment inside the freezer that's not only free of ice crystals, but also quite warm.

The reason for this design is simply to store one thing—a gun!

A loaded revolver.

Just as Jamal's left hand touched the revolver, Bai Chen's voice rang in his ears.

"Blackie, I advise you not to touch that gun, or you'll definitely regret it."

Jamal froze, looking at Bai Chen approaching beside him, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"I...I...I remembered wrong. The python gallbladder isn't in this freezer; it's in the freezer next to it..."

Done.

He stared at the revolver, unwilling to give up, but in the end he could only give up his last resistance and slowly made his way to the freezer next to him.

Inside the freezer, there was a python gallbladder, about the size of a fist and entirely dark green.

"Sir, this is python gallbladder, please spare me!" Jamal knelt on the ground, pleading in a trembling voice.

"Hey, you're not stupid, are you, you nigger!"

Bai Chen chuckled and said slowly, "How do you know that if I get the snake gall, I'll kill you right away?"

"I'm...sorry, I was just guessing!"

Jamal forced a smile, his kneeling body hunched over.

No, you're wrong.

Bai Chen said calmly, "If you hadn't played any tricks just now, I might have sent you straight to meet your maker, but now..."

Upon hearing the words "You guessed wrong," Jamal was overjoyed, thinking that Bai Chen would let him go.

But when he heard the last sentence, a bad feeling suddenly arose in him.

His hunch was right.

Because Bai Chen took out a thin sewing needle from the pocket of his training clothes.

"NO...."

Jamal's pupils suddenly contracted, his voice trembled, and he went from kneeling to sitting, pushing himself back with his hands on the ground.

A few seconds later.

A series of pitiful wails echoed from the cold storage.

This wailing lasted for a full half hour before gradually weakening and finally disappearing completely.

...

Before leaving the cold storage.

Bai Chen glanced at the rows of half-pigs hanging in the freezer, and a chimpanzee hanging next to them, and nodded in satisfaction.