C829 Who Is Ham?
C829 Who Is Ham?
What did that mean?
Hamm and the rest all stared at the man in black in disbelief.
"Who is Hamm?"
After the man in black killed the man in black, his tone was calm and even had a gentle magnetism to it.
It was as if he didn't do anything just now and came into the store just to find out who Hamm was.
However, his question woke up a pastry chef who had just walked out of the bakery.
The pastry chef was in his forties, bald and fit, and he was likely to play the villain in the movies and Tom Hank.
The pastry chef, who was startled awake, saw the employee collapsed on the floor. He clutched his neck and twisted a few times before stopping moving. He picked up a stainless steel plate on the counter and threw himself at her with a tiger's roar.
The stainless steel plate tilted and slashed at the man's head.
If this was true, it should be able to cut off half of the man in black's head.
However, before his steel plate could strike down, the man in black had already twisted his body and stood up.
A kick landed on the steel plate in the hands of the bald pastry chef.
With a loud clang, the steel plate flew out of his hand.
Before the steel plate could hit the western wall, the right foot that the man in black kicked had already shrunk like a viper. It bounced out again and landed a heavy kick on the pastry chef's chin.
Ka-cha.
Another terrifying fracture sound rang out, and the pastry chef's head was suddenly eerily tilted backwards.
He saw his own buttocks, effortless.
Before Hamm could figure it out, the man in black had already killed two people.
When the bald man's body fell to the ground with a crash, the man in black lifted his hand and took off his coat and hat.
It revealed an abnormally handsome East Asian face with a gentle smile.
In the street, or on any other occasion, the face would have caused the women to scream and the men to be jealous.
But now, this handsome, gentle face, in the eyes of Hamm and the others, was a hundred times scarier than the world's most terrifying devil.
"Who, who are you?"
Hamm could finally speak.
"Yang Xiao. Emperor Yang, Yang Guang's Yang is carefree and at ease. "
After Yang Xiao introduced himself, he asked the question he wanted to ask for the second time: "Who is Hamm?"
Hamm and the rest did not care at all and did not understand Yang Guang and Yang Xiao. They were only frightened by Yang Xiao's calmness after killing two people in a row.
"F * cking hell, go die!"
Another pastry chef shouted as he came to his senses. Then, he took out a gun from his waist.
The management of firearms in Europe and the United States was not strict at all. As long as you were in your right mind and had a certain amount of ability to compensate, you would be able to obtain a gun certificate, buy a gun from a gun store, and carry it around for self-defense.
Especially the pastry makers, who often worked late into the night before returning home, did not dare to walk the streets of capitalism without a gun in their waists.
The pastry chef shouted and opened up the safety. He aimed at Yang Xiao and was about to pull the trigger!
A silver light flashed in front of Hamm's eyes.
Following that, blood spurted out and gushed out far away.
A stainless steel fork used to hold the cake had sunk deep into the man's throat.
He had been stabbed through the neck, and his strength had disappeared along with the blood rushing out of his neck. He threw away the gun like the first employee. He covered his neck with both hands and slowly fell to his knees.
"Who is Hamm?"
After killing three people in a row, Yang Xiao was obviously impatient.
When he had just come out of the Flame Valley, he was still very interested in killing others —
But now, he felt that killing someone wasn't an easy task. The blood that the pastry chef spat out just now had almost stained his clothes.
"I-I'm Hamm."
Hamm, who was sitting on the chair and counting the money, stood up with a shaky voice.
"Everyone else get lost, I'm only looking for Hamm."
After finally finding Hamm, Yang Xiao's expression became a little better. He raised his hand and waved to the other employees, signaling them to scram.
Now, everyone finally saw that this handsome god of death was looking for Hamm.
Not only was he handsome, but he was also likely to be a terrible wizard.
If it wasn't a Magus, how could he have killed three people in the blink of an eye?
A pistol was of little use to him.
God bless him, he only wanted Hamm.
The other four shop assistants kept praying in their hearts as they scrambled out of the cake shop.
They'll call the police.
But they must have known that the police weren't paying much attention.
It would be best if Hamm died and the cake shop disappeared forever. That was one of the biggest wishes of the London police.
Every year, of the visitors who visited the Big Dumb Clock in London, at least a few dozen mysteriously disappeared shortly after.
Most of them were beautiful women from East Asia.
The nobles of Europe and the United States of the upper class of the old, now particularly fond of the delicate skin, gentle character of the East Asian beauties.
With so many disappearances, the London police were so busy that they had no choice but to send out more police to investigate the matter and give an explanation.
After investigating hundreds of mysterious disappearances, the London police found that Windmill was involved.
All the missing beauties had come here to buy cakes before disappearing.
The cake made by the Windmill Company was as famous as a Big Dumb Clock in London.
Everyday, the owner, Hamm, would hire a few homeless people to go under the Big Dumb Clock and spread the beautiful brochure to the tourists.
There was no need to intentionally instruct these homeless people, as they would specifically look for those young and beautiful girls.
Being fond of beauty was human nature. The homeless people finally had a fair and honorable opportunity to get into close contact with the beautiful women. Naturally, they would not give up on such a good opportunity.
When they distribute leaflets, they also advertise how delicious the cake is for their employers, free of charge.
The prettier the girl, the more she craves --
Moreover, the name of the cake shop was unique, and their family's cake was famous throughout London. If they did not buy some to try it, how would they be able to tell others that they had come under the Big Dumb Clock?
Over the years, the police investigation into the mysterious missing girl had merely stopped there.
No problem. What's the name of the bakery, who can control it?
They had hired homeless people to distribute flyers. This could be considered charity.
The quality of the cake made by Windmill Company was well-known throughout London. The price was fair and there was no tax evasion — in short, this was a conscience shop. The owner, Hamm, was one of the most ill-tempered people on this street.
Customers who frequently came to buy pastries could ridicule his wife in front of him and "create foreign exchange" on the streets without getting angry.
Without solid evidence, why would the police have to claim that he was a trafficker and arrest him?
Therefore, even if the police clearly knew that Windmill Company was the trafficker Hamm and used to search for targets under the Big Dumb Clock, they could not capture him.
They couldn't even expose the fact that dozens of beauties disappeared after visiting the Big Dumb Clock each year.
If that really happens, in the future, who would dare to come visit the Big Dumb Clock?
How much of the country's tourism income would then be lost.
How many times had the London police tried to use force to secretly remove the tumor, but they never dared to?
The police were very clear that this was just a scam set up by the trafficker Hamm.
If they did, all the police officers who took part in the operation, and their families, would be met with the frenzied retaliation of the trafficker Hamm.
It was the police who first broke the "peaceful coexistence" relationship, so they could not be blamed on others.
Because of this, the police could only watch the Windmill Company exist, praying that one day, God would suddenly strike down this shop.
Therefore, the employees who escaped in a flurry, after the emergency call, the police only said that they would send people over immediately, but did not take any action.
Hamm himself was very clear about this.
He could tell that he was going to die tonight.
Knowing that he was going to die, Hamm was no longer afraid.
His trembling body and pale face had returned to normal. He even made two cups of coffee.
He pushed a cup in front of Yang Xiao and said with a smile: "Sit down. Let's have a drink first. If there's anything you need, please adjust it."
Yang Xiao didn't reject Hamm's kindness. He stretched out his leg and hooked a chair, then sat opposite the cashier. He picked up the cup, took a sip, and threw up on the ground.
Based on his attainments in traditional Chinese medicine, even though he had only taken a sip, the taste buds on his tongue could quickly identify that this was a non-toxic beverage. However, the taste was too strange, bitter and astringent.
"Sigh, what a pity. This is a self-grinded coffee bean from Cuba."
Hamm looked at the ground and shook his head regretfully. He added two pieces of sugar and stirred them slowly with the spoon with a focused expression.
Yang Xiao didn't rush him, but looked at the decorations with interest.
When Hamm slowly finished the cup of coffee, it was already 15 minutes later.
During this period of time, the two of them did not speak.
Outside, no one came in, not even the sound of a siren.
While drinking coffee, Hamm observed Yang Xiao out of the corner of his eye.
After seeing how calm he was, he finally gave up all hope.
Pushing the cup away, Hamm finally spoke: "What are you looking for me for?"
Yang Xiao went straight to the point, "I want the same person as you."
"A girl from East Asia?" Hamm asked.
Yang Xiao nodded.
Hamm asked again: "Japan? South Korea or Hua Xia? "
"Her name is Min Rou."
Yang Xiao directly said Min Rou's name.
Min Rou's name was quite Chinese.
Regardless of whether it was Japan or it was a South Korea, neither of them had such a pleasant name.
"I don't know him."
Hamm squinted his eyes. He thought for a while and shook his head.
Yang Xiao laughed, "Then, do you know Karawich from Venus Casino in Macau?"
"I know."
After hearing Yang Xiao say this name, Hamm finally understood. "This Min Rou was' ordered 'from Macao a few days ago. But she hasn't come here yet."
"Where is she now?"
"I don't know."
"You don't know?"
"When the ship is on the high seas, it will change its identity. In order to ensure absolute safety on the road, neither the seller nor the purchaser knew their exact route, nor the means of transportation change. "
"Then when will she be brought here?"
"I don't know either."
Hamm smiled and shook his head.
Yang Xiao also laughed: "Then what do you know?"
"I know, I will die tonight."
Hamm died after saying that softly.
The way he died was the same as the way the first shop assistant died. His throat was crushed by Yang Xiao.
Yang Xiao suddenly realized that he really liked the feeling of breaking a person's throat.
He could tell that what Hamm said was true.
If he wanted to find Min Rou, he had to wait.
With a sigh in his heart, Yang Xiao stood up, put on his hat, turned around the corner on the second floor and walked to the entrance of the restaurant.
The heavily made up woman's face quickly shrunk back.