wavenovel Chapter 1289 Bloody Game (5)
Chapter 1289 Bloody Game (5)
Chapter 1289 Bloody Game (5)
Ismail, who is 1.82 meters tall, and Kadar Stewa, the son of Senator Stewa, were walking on the road with their heads covered. When they heard a car coming from behind, they gave a thumbs up.
However, half a day had passed and no one was willing to stop and pick them up.
A day and night of walking in the wild consumed too much energy of the two men and made them look particularly sloppy. The sweat brought by the hot weather not only made them smelly, but also made their ill-fitting clothes dirty and wrinkled.
"We have to find a place to rest." Kadar Steva drank the last bit of water in the bottle, threw the bottle away and said.
Ismail said in a muffled voice: "I can still do it."
“We can’t wait until we are too tired to walk to rest. If we do that, we won’t be able to kill anyone.” Kadar said as he touched the gun at his waist, helped Ismail organize his backpack, and then turned his gaze to the village on the right.
They were carrying two guns, but in order to build up his courage and practice his skills, Kadar did not use a gun but a knife to kill people.
It turned out that this was of great help to the two men. They only killed someone once on the roadside and were no longer afraid. So when they returned to their country villa and attacked their father and that bitch, Kadar could vent all his years of dissatisfaction like a big villain, and then killed the two men without any surprise.
Kadar killed his most hated stepmother with his own hands, and Ismail helped him kill his father. Although Kadar felt a little regretful and was not sure whether he should shoot and kill his father himself, no matter what, this moment was the happiest, freest and happiest moment in Kadar's life.
"Since we can't get a taxi, let's go to that house." Kadar suddenly pointed to a three-story building outside the village and said, "Go over and see if there are any people there. It would be best if there are one or two people. Kill them all, then we can sleep inside, eat something, and leave after we've rested ourselves."
"What if someone comes to our door midway?"
"Then let's get them into the house and kill them later." Kadar said it with ease. He also thought it was easy. With two guns and two knives, and both of them had killed people before, they could kill them even if there were more people in the house.
Although Ismail was a tall man, he always listened to Kadar. He was not very opinionated and was even more timid. He only asked, "What if someone outside heard the gunshots?"
"Before killing someone, just check if there is anyone around. If we shoot in the room, we won't be able to hear it even if we are dozens of meters away." Kadar said, and then added: "If the person inside is easy to kill, use a knife to save bullets."
"Okay." Ismail agreed immediately. He had never used a knife in the two times he killed people, so he really wanted to practice this time.
After exchanging a few simple words, the two teenagers got off the road and walked along a ridge towards the nearest three-story building.
In front of the building, there are tall trees with thick branches and leaves, flowers and trees with thick petals, an old dog with a fat butt, and a fat child running and playing in the open door.
"Hello, is anyone home? We need some water." Kadar was well educated and shouted politely at the door.
Inside the room, a woman in her 20s came out, looked at the smiling Kadar, then looked at the tall Ismail behind him, and asked, "You are all students, right? Why are you here?"
"It's a gap year. We want to take a year off before going to college. We plan to backpack all the way to Bincheng." Kadar then asked politely, "What's your name?"
"Ella."
"Ella, I'm Kadar, nice to meet you." Kadar looked very gentlemanly.
Ai La gathered her hair and smiled, saying, "Kadar, nice to meet you. It's very far to Bincheng. I remember it takes five or six hours by car."
"There are still 320 kilometers to go. We want to walk part of the way first, and then take a ride if we can. It would be best if we can walk for a week or longer to exercise our abilities. Once we arrive in Bincheng, we will take a boat to another country and then continue walking." Kadar was telling the truth. They planned to find a boat after arriving in Bincheng and then smuggle into another country.
Similar to the murder plan, Kadar decided to treat the trip in Malaysia as a practice. This is the environment they are most familiar with. They can practice how to be a backpacker here first, and then continue when they go abroad.
A few consecutive nouns attracted Ella's attention. She couldn't help but say with some envy: "You have a really good life. Aren't you afraid?"
"Afraid? No need." Kadar smiled and said, "Life is just a game."
Ella was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Very deep."
She thought it was just teenagers pretending, just like her husband when he was young. She didn't realize that although the two people in front of her were young, they had already completed the challenges of random killing and patricide, and were in the most lethal period of their lives.
"You have a good life." Kadar then looked at the child in the yard and asked, "Is this your child? How many people are there in your family?"
"It's mine. The child's grandmother is taking a nap at home. By the way, do you want some water? I'll get you some..." Ella said and turned to go inside.
Kadar gave Ismail a look and followed the woman into the kitchen. As he walked, he pulled the left sleeve of his jacket to his wrist, put on a motorcycle glove on his left hand, pulled out a knife with his right hand, and silently stabbed Ella's waist from behind, while strangling Ella's neck with his left hand.
After two previous murder experiences, Kadar learned some new techniques of killing through videos. This time he deliberately stabbed the woman in the liver.
Just as taught in the video, the woman was in so much pain that half of her body was bent over, but she couldn't move. She had lost her strength and could only grab Kadar's gloves with her hands and looked at Kadar with surprise.
"Kadar, how about we..." Ismail, who is 1.82 meters tall, closed the gate and followed in. Before he could finish his words, he was surprised to see that Kadar's knife had stabbed into Ella's waist.
"What else?" Kadar had killed two people with a knife, and both times he stabbed them in the face. His mental quality was very strong. At this time, he looked at Ismail leisurely and stirred his right hand vigorously twice.
Ella's eyeballs were about to pop out of her head due to the pain, her entire face was distorted, and a large amount of blood was flowing out from her waist. The hand that was holding Kadar's glove soon started to pull, and then she was only left with the strength to hold him.
Ismail swallowed his saliva and said, "I want to say that she is very kind to us. In fact, we can not kill her, but just let her stay for a day. Maybe it will be simpler."
"Let us stay overnight? There are only two women, a child and a dog in her family. Why would she be willing to let us stay overnight? It would be good enough if she could point us to a hotel or help us call a car. It is very dangerous to let a man stay overnight." Kadar said as he slowly put Ella down, then pulled out the knife, gestured at her neck, and cut into it hard.
The knife penetrated very deeply, cutting off her trachea and blood vessels, leaving Ella without even the chance to howl for the last time.
"I didn't leave any for you. You decide whether to practice on the kid first or go up and kill the old man directly." Kadar wiped the blood off Ella's clothes.
Ella didn't know whether she heard what he said. Her eyes froze for a second, and then her pupils dilated.
"Dead." Kadar stood up, sheathed his knife, and pulled out his pistol. He said, "I'll watch for you. Try killing someone with the knife."
"Okay." Ismail then drew out his knife.
He was carrying a Mad Dog Advanced Tactical Assault Knife, which was very popular, very expensive, and very difficult to buy. However, because it was too famous, it seemed to be a common weapon in the knife world. However, no matter how arrogant the collectors were, no matter how skillfully they called it a Mad Dog Knife or something, or how they looked down on the general public and the low-end Mad Dog Advanced Tactical Assault Knife, there were still very few people who had actually killed someone with it.
Ismail licked his lips, proudly grabbed his Mad Dog Knife, held the knife in his right hand, and walked forward, walking up the stairs.
……
Wednesday.
The atmosphere inside the Malaysian police station is relatively relaxed.
Jiang Yuan's arrival not only helped to solve the backlog of cases, but also gave everyone a strong psychological hint, a sense of security that someone was backing them up.
Yes, even the police want to feel safe.
Jiang Yuan was still watching the surveillance video, this time it was the video of various stations and airports.
Liu Jinghui stood in front of several maps, thinking, and from time to time he picked up his pad to check information.
For Jiang Yuan and others who are familiar with the domestic environment, the case is basically over once the suspect has been identified. Especially when Jiang Yuan can provide a large amount of evidence, there is basically no need for additional investigation after sending it for inspection. Instead, there is often a need for communication during the death penalty review.
The situation in Malaysia is slightly different. Jiang Yuan and Liu Jinghui do not find it difficult. They have caught fugitives before. As long as they carefully sort out the situation, the fugitives' escape space will continue to shrink. The only thing they need to pay attention to is to prevent the murderer from escaping the country.
dong dong dong.
Nicha's big leather shoes made a series of sounds as he pushed the door open and walked in.
"Someone claimed that he saw two teenage backpackers trying to stop a car on the road. One of them was tall, about 1.8 meters tall. The place where they met was here..." Nicha drew a circle on the map in front of Liu Jinghui.
"Go along the highway?" Liu Jinghui spent most of the day looking at the map, and countless place names popped up in his mind instantly.
"That's what the driver said. I've asked people to find more drivers to question," said Nicha.
"You can ask the drivers of the transportation company. There must be drivers who passed by at the same time and saw the two of them." Liu Jinghui gave a suggestion, which was relayed by the translator.
"Good idea." Nicha picked up the phone with a relaxed look on his face. He felt that working with Jiang Yuan and others, solving the case would be as easy as treating someone to a meal.