After insulting the construction process of the seven dwarves, the two brothers happily walked on the way to their shack.

Anyway, I saw smoke floating above the room, so I should be cooking now? That's great. Maybe after killing them, I can still taste their skills.

The trees near the river channel appear sparse, mainly because the stones on the river bank are not suitable for tree growth. After the original stream gathers other streams, it has now become a small river, which always rushes forward like a timeline, becoming increasingly huge.

But the advantage is that the sound of the river flowing, which blocked the slightly bulky footsteps of Deadpool. He has never been the kind of assassin who is good at stealth, and the smell on his body is also very unfavorable for lurking.

But today it was fine. The dwarf in the house cut onions and cooked, so he had a brief sense of smell.

The two of them quickly arrived at the edge of the shack without having to look through the window. The darkness had sensed the situation in the room. A short man was humming a song and cooking, but his companions seemed to have gone out.

Speaking of which, from the original work, these dwarves are quite idle and like to go out to cut big trees every day. Now it may be less than time to get off work.

It's too serious. A single prey is still facing away from her side, and her attention is not on alerting the surrounding environment.

So Su Ming made a tactical gesture to his cousin beside him.

"ha?"

Deadpool showed the same expression as "Suspicious White Cat". Under normal circumstances, he could understand a little, but after just experiencing the feeding operations of the hens, it was too stimulating to cause brain cancer, so those knowledge was temporarily forgotten.

The speechless death knell rolled his eyes. He originally thought of an ordinary dwarf, so he let his cousin play with it, but now he has become mentally retarded again.

It seems that I have to do it myself.

He gently pushed open the window, and the death knives flipped into the room silently, and instantly came behind the dwarf, grabbed the prey's head and pressed it into the boiling pot in front of him.

This pot is a bit like the type of medicine made by witches in fairy tales. It is black and round like a flask. And because it is necessary to cook for seven people, the pot is really big, enough to put a few people in it.

The boiling water splashed out, carrying wisps of white smoke, and the prey struggled desperately, but because his entire head was underwater, he couldn't even scream.

No matter how hard he struggled to survive, the big hands behind his head remained motionless, and the hands soaked in the hot soup did not tremble at all, as if they could not sense any pain.

When the boiling water falling outside the pot lost its heat and the faint hot white smoke was penetrated by the sunlight outside the window again, the dwarf stopped moving. He was like a doll, his head was stuffed into the pot and his body was hanging on the edge of the pot.

Perhaps it is because of the unhygienicity that the soup made with him doesn't smell good.

"Wow, I learned it." Deadpool also jumped in from the window. He looked at the dead, picked up the small triangle hat that fell on the ground and put it on his head: "I used to feel like I stuffing a person's head into the toilet and drowning. The process was a little slow. Today I saw my cousin, you used boiling water to drown your prey. I realized that this was much faster."

I have said before that mercenaries are not very different from assassins in many cases. If a client hires you, killing one person is a job, killing a group of people is also a job, and going to fight on the battlefield is also a job, it is nothing more than a matter of price.

When doing assassination, the focus is on adapting to local conditions. When carrying out missions, you don’t necessarily have to sniper the target with a sniper rifle.

The situation on the scene is always changing, so adapting to the situation is the key. In this regard, a killer with no hair on his head but barcodes does a good job.

Dying in a watery place like the kitchen and bathroom is a good choice. It is quiet and misleading. As long as you pour some wine into the mouth of the corpse, the stickers will rule out the possibility of drunken drowning and suicide. With this time, the killer will get out of it.

Of course, it is not impossible if the scene is well arranged enough that the deceased is considered to be an accidental death.

"You shouldn't learn this, Wade." Su Ming straightened his waist, shook the soup on his hands, and also shook off the victim's scalp that was stained with. "You should see that if this little dwarf cooked in an induction cooker, he wouldn't have been killed by me like this."

There are no hard dishes in the soup pot, just radish, potatoes and onions. Are these little dwarfs still vegetarians? It's really a distortion.

"So that's it. You really learn until you are old. I know. Eating stews is harmful to your health." Deadpool nodded seriously and wrote down this knowledge. As long as you don't eat European stews, you won't be pushed into the soup pot and cooked to death.

"Okay, kill one, there are six more. The dishes are not ready yet. I guess they should be at least half an hour before they come back." Su Ming silently ordered the strangler to dismantle the body, discard the clothes, and throw the corpse into the pot: "Have you found something wrong?"

"Yes, brother, I'm a lone mercenary after all, and I still have this kind of observation." Deadpool showed a crooked smile like a dragon king. He raised a finger, shook it and drew a circle, and said, "This house is too big for the dwarf."

Yes, just like Deadpool said, the house looks like a simple shack from the outside, but I have to say that the interior of the room still looks quite cozy.

The wooden structure, the atmosphere of life, beautiful and exquisite furniture, and various sofas and quilts.

The only problem is that the beam height is more than four meters, and the chairs next to the dining table are all different, including high stools for dwarves to sit on, and ordinary chairs for normal humans to sit on.

"Yeah." The strangle also made a sound. It made a new discovery when it was dismembered, that is, the deceased was not a dwarf, but a human dwarf. Strictly speaking, he could be said to be a disabled person.

"Congratulations, brother, you killed someone." Deadpool immediately began to applaud. My cousin said he would not kill humans before, but it was opened now.

Su Ming shrugged indifferently, signaling to strangle and continue working, chopping the dead into pieces for a little bit to make it taste good.

"It's all his fault. I'm not good at being a dwarf. I have to play a dwarf. I deserve it if I die. I can't blame me."

"Yes, what about the remaining six people? Are you still killing?" Deadpool actually doesn't matter. Anyway, his prey is the same most of the time: "If you don't want to kill, just let me do it. Although my technique is not as straightforward as you, I will definitely let them die very miserably."
Chapter completed!