bioinnovel Chapter 293 Past Life Feud
Chapter 293 Past Life Feud
"You know what, old man, you've had a bit of bad luck in your life... If it were before, I would have had to gather enough evidence to confirm your drug production site before I could officially carry out the raid. During that time, I would also have had to pay attention to the impact of the international situation and not indiscriminately kill those villagers who aided and abetted your evil deeds."
Just as the drug lord was so terrified by this horrifying scene that he stood frozen in place.
Riley, dressed in a black symbiote suit, had already transformed his right arm into a slender scythe shape, dragging it across the floor with a sharp scraping sound as he slowly walked toward the drug lord.
"...Damn monster...Die! Die!!!"
Terrified, the drug lord, desperate to survive, shakily raised his golden Desert Eagle, took a quick aim, and began repeatedly pulling the trigger at Riley.
What the drug lord never expected was...
The Desert Eagle pistol, armed with .50AE ammunition, is known for its power. It should be able to pulverize the human body in that area the moment it hits.
But now, the large-caliber bullets that drug lords consider their last lifeline only cause barely perceptible ripples when they hit Riley, and can't even slow him down!
Finally, meeting the drug lord's desperate and helpless gaze, Riley, like a grim reaper, walked up to him, slowly raised his right arm, and continued speaking, word by word.
"But now, because of some people's self-righteousness, I no longer care about these things."
The next second, a piercing scream, like a pig being slaughtered, echoed and reverberated throughout this den of evil.
When those loyal militants finally gathered in the dark and came to rescue their leader, they witnessed a scene they would never forget, a living hell.
The once notorious drug lord, Gui Weng, was neatly stacked into the shape of tofu blocks in a contorted posture that no ordinary person could possibly achieve.
Twelve bloodied ribs, still bearing chunks of flesh, were neatly inserted into the old man's collarbone. Together with his head, they formed an abstract, yet vaguely recognizable, spider-like shape.
Even more terrifying is that, despite being tortured to this state, the old man still couldn't get his wish and die.
During this time, Riley, as if strolling through his own backyard, took the opportunity to visit the old man's warehouse and retrieve the old man's prized new type of heroin, codenamed "Blue Angel," with a purity of 95%.
Then, in front of the old man, he skillfully diluted the purity of the drug with the materials he had brought, ensuring that it would only keep the user in a state of heightened excitement for a short period of time and would not cause immediate death. He then skillfully injected the drug into the old man's vein.
This allowed the old man to endure the entire set of tortures while still conscious! His body and mind had become completely numb from the inhuman torment. Only his cloudy eyes, filled with confusion and doubt, remained fixed on Riley before him.
He simply couldn't understand when he had offended such a terrifyingly powerful monster.
Furthermore, how did this guy know the location of his new drug and the corresponding dilution method?
Keep in mind that less than three hours had passed since this thing was successfully developed!
Apart from the drug maker himself, not only outsiders, but even the most trusted confidants of the old man, didn't know about the existence of this thing!
Unfortunately, he never got to see the answers to these questions.
As the adrenaline burned off, the old man's eyelids grew heavier and heavier.
Ultimately, this drug kingpin died in his own stronghold at the height of his power, a truly humiliating end!