Running wild in the arms of the sick boss

Chapter 271

Silent night.

An old barren mountain with no one living within a radius of 10 miles.

The black manor is brightly lit.

Alpha, the mechanical butler, and Xiao Ling, worked together to replace the huge French window glass in Qin Wuwang and Gu Yanluo's bedroom with a brand new one. Like two "male nannies", they cleaned up the bedroom, moved the corpse, cleaned up the blood, and changed the bedding.

Alpha: "Ling Ling, I think I need help, a lot of robots..."

Xiao Ling: "I will talk to you and transport the idle robots of the Supernatural Research Bureau here... Also, can you not call me Ling Ling?" Weird ex.

Oh, by the way, there is something that Xiao Ling forgot to tell Qin Wuwang.

That is...

Qin Wuwang's resignation letter as [Director of the Imperial Supernatural Research Bureau].

It was rejected by the top leader No. 1.

No resignation, only a long vacation.

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An hour later.

All the bodies were collected and piled in front of the incinerator in the basement on the second floor below ground.

This incinerator was built by the first owner in the early days of the manor.

Xiao Ling and Cersei, wearing black gloves, kept throwing the killer's body parts into the raging incinerator. They cooperated very well and silently, like a ruthless incinerator.

Xiao Ling made small talk: "I'm afraid there will be more days like this in the future."

Cersei was indifferent: "I'm used to it."

And in the front hall of the manor on the first floor.

Alpha, the mechanical butler, wearing a white lace apron, was kneeling on the ground, cleaning up the human tissues, residues, and broken bones everywhere...

On the side, Winslow was holding a high-pressure water gun, washing the large bloodstains on the ground.

Gu Yunjue stopped him many times, "You let others do it."

Winslow ignored him and said arrogantly, "You live in our house, so you have to follow our rules. Yanma doesn't like servants, so we must clean up together. You can see that Yanma is working."

Indeed, Gu Yanluo was working-

Feeding the couple pineapples, feeding the white lion baby raw meat, and wiping the ground around the animal fence because the white lion cub urinated...

Qin Wuwang was even more amazing.

Midnight, kneeling on the marble floor, with detergent in his left hand and rag in his right hand, he carefully wiped the remaining blood stains in the gaps of the marble tiles bit by bit, and checked every tile.

Mumbling coldly in his mouth:

"This is my home."

"It can't be dirty."

"It can't be dirty at all..."

Beside him, Yuezaizi was helping him by imitating him.

The assassination in the middle of the night startled the whole family, except for him, who slept soundly. He got up to find someone to pee with, only to find that everyone was "cleaning", so he came to help.

Gu Yunjue mopped the floor awkwardly and said to Qin Wuwang in a cold voice: "You know it will be dirty, why do you still use an electric saw and a meat grinder?" Crazy!

Qin Wuwang wiped it carefully and said gloomily: "I was careless, next time I will change to the basement..."

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The next day, eight o'clock in the evening.

Qin Wu, that is, Qin Wuwang's second uncle's private mansion.

In the living room without servants, the crystal lamp was brightly lit.

Qin Wu was silent, sitting on the side of the sofa with suppressed tension.

In middle age, he had an extraordinary demeanor and a dignified appearance. His temples were dyed silver and white. On his square face with clear edges and corners, a pair of gloomy and cold eyes were filled with complex worries.

Next to him, sat his wife, Qin Wuwang's second aunt.

The elegant lady held Qin Wu's arm with worry, "It's been a day and a night, and there is no news of Qin Wuwang's death. There is no news from the people sent. Will it be..."

When the lady mentioned the three words "Qin Wuwang", she showed fear and resentment.

Qin Wu interrupted impatiently: "Don't be a pessimist! Wait a little longer!"

As soon as Qin Wu finished speaking, the doorbell of the mansion rang.

In order to avoid leaking the news, all the servants were sent away.

Qin Wu had to leave the living room, walk through the porch, and open the door himself.

The magnificent door opened with a swish.

A killer wearing a black Kevlar tactical suit, his face was as pale as a dead person, his legs were stiff, and he was holding a half-person-high wooden box in his arms.

His posture was very strange.

In the dark night, his pupils seemed to be dilated.

Like a human skin puppet, he stood stiffly in place, motionless.

The only killer with an intact body.

He was killed by Gu Yunjue.

Qin Wu's face was filled with ecstasy. This was the man he hired!

His eyes were a little ferocious, and he couldn't wait to ask: "How is it? Where is Qin Wuwang? Is he dead?"

The killer's eyes were extremely red, and gradually, blood oozed out of his eyes strangely.

His lips were half open, but he didn't say a word.

The next second, he lost his support and fell directly on Qin Wu.

Qin Wu was so scared that he dodged and looked down, his eyes were full of horror!

ThisA person's brain was dug out from behind and supported by a wooden stick.

A large wooden box was welded to his arms to fix it.

The gray powder inside was all spilled out and poured all over Qin Wu.

Qin Wu did not notice it.

A recorder was stuck to the bottom of the box.

At the same time.

In the living room on the first floor of the mansion, a lady's terrified scream was heard!

Qin Wu dragged the body into the house, closed the door, rushed into the living room, stopped in an abrupt manner, his heart stopped for a moment, as if he had seen a ghost.

Qin Wuwang sat on the sofa.

He was wearing a graceful sable, his face was pale and sick, and his suit wrapped around his handsome figure, his slender legs were crossed and clamped, he was noble and elegant, handsome as a god, but his eyes were extremely cold, wrapped in hostility, and in his pupils, a storm like a black vortex cloud was brewing.

Gu Yanluo was there too, wearing black leather gloves, a cool black windbreaker, her long hair tied up high, one hand behind her back, wandering around lazily, admiring the artworks in the living room.

He smashed every expensive item he saw.

Xiao Ling, wearing white gloves, used a rope to tightly strangle Qin Wu's wife's neck, his eyes indifferent.

Cersei, wearing a black dress, holding a sharp knife in her hand, bit by bit cut open the woman's heavily made-up face.

Qin Wuwang slowly fiddled with the ring on his finger, raised his eyes faintly, stared at Qin Wu, and showed a fierce sneer: "Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt has its creditor, good evening, second uncle."

Qin Wu was afraid of Qin Wuwang's smile.

Because everyone in the Qin family knew that once this madman started laughing, it meant someone was going to die...

He hurried to Qin Wuwang and knelt down with a plop, "Awang, let my children and family go... I was just bewitched and brainwashed by your father, give me a chance to make amends!"

Qin Wuwang's pupils were stained with terrifying gloom, and a touch of sadness and self-mockery flashed through the depths of his eyes.

"In the past, wasn't I considered your family..."

Qin Wuwang touched the cigar on the coffee table, lit it, took a puff in a decadent and dark manner, put his arms on the back of the sofa, sat in a noble and domineering posture, closed his eyes, and asked clearly and deeply:

"Have you thought about how to die?"

"If you haven't thought about it, I'll help you."

As soon as the words fell, Qin Wuwang used the cigar in his hand to burn Qin Wu's eyeballs.

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