Reber said, "o." k． This curare is called nux vomica, and it is deadly. In Amazonia, we Indians use it to kill any animal. Our skills are very high and fast. For example, if any one of the three of you dares to take a step, then within two seconds, that person will be dead. He pointed his blowpipe at the three men. "I don't know which of the three of you I'll kill first," he said in a creepy soft voice. "I haven't decided yet.". You may laugh at me, but I really haven't made up my mind whether to kill all three of you or just two. Of course, if you make a move, if one of you tries to run away, it's a lot easier for me. I didn't have time to choose anymore. He smiled. None of them wanted to run away. Silence. Then the smallest one swallowed a mouthful of saliva and finally said, "You're crazy.". You really are a Polish lunatic. "Now, I'm no longer Polish," Reber said. I was a Pole earlier,large artificial blossom trees, but it's over now. Now I am an Indian, a Guarivo, a Samatari, and I am very fierce. He slowly circled the three men, cutting off all possible avenues of escape. Please don't turn around. Did you see that? I have put three small flying arrows into the blowpipe. Three. Can shoot three arrows in less than four seconds. The tip of the blowpipe rubbed against the neck of the smallest of the three,faux grass wall, and he let out a scream that was almost suffocating. But I may end up not killing any of you. As an exchange tie, as long as you lie down on the ground. Hello Don't move Please don't touch the knife. He leaned over and grabbed the weapon with his big hand, stepping on his opponent ′ s wrist. Get down, please. Spread your arms and legs, if you don't mind.. I don't want to kill you. If I see you again, I will kill you. Let me be clear. I am a Shamatari. Do you understand? If I don't kill you next time, my brother Yava and my whole family will be ashamed of me. Our whole family will be discredited, and they will have to kill you for me.. He put the tip of his knife against the back of the hand of the youngest of the three. The next time you come in front of me, even to buy a newspaper from me, I will see you first, and you will die before you can see my face. He pushed hard on the hilt, fake ficus tree ,silk olive tree, and the blade pierced the back of the man's hand between the bones of his index and middle fingers. He stood up and pressed his foot down on the hilt of the knife. The blade pierces the palm and plunges into the ground, pinning the hand there. A scream echoed through the empty warehouse. He blocked the door of the warehouse with a board, and the three men were locked inside, still lying on the ground and not daring to move. He smiled at Ernie. Are you hungry, Ernie? It's time for you to go home. You're probably in a hurry. The boy's blue eyes were looking straight at him. "Can you really put three small arrows in your blowpipe at one time?" He asked. Leibo laughed. No, Ernie, of course not. You're very clever, Ernie. I like you. Someday we may do something together, you and I, if you like.. He fluffed the boy's golden hair. After walking for a while, he threw away a bamboo pole he had picked up from the park the night before. As for the second time he inserted the blowpipe, it was only a wooden toothpick. Now he put the toothpick between the upper and lower rows of teeth and began to chew it. But he carefully wrapped the curare match in a piece of paper and returned it to the bottom of his sack. There were two other books in the cloth bag, and the words on the books were actually difficult to read because of the erosion of moisture. www、xiaoshuotxt.com Black Dog-3 Small, say, t, xt, day, don The way Reber approached, greeted, and conquered the young woman seemed to Zby to be magical. The woman's name was Hester Crawley. She was about thirty years old, not extraordinarily beautiful, but she had a pleasant face and a voluptuous figure. For a New York woman like her, Ziby could only watch her walk past him without any illusion that it was more unrealistic than he imagined buying the 102-story Empire State Building. On the first night, he saw Reber walking toward her twenty paces ahead of him, deliberately bumping into her with such force that a paper bag she was holding burst open and spilled most of its contents on the sidewalk. The young woman was furious, but she soon calmed down when she saw Reber's ridiculous clumsiness in picking up everything in a hurry. They walked away together, and Zeby saw them laughing far away as Reber took what was left in the paper bag and waited for the woman to take the train she wanted. The next night, Reber joined her on the train. On the third night, Leibo did not return home all night, and did not appear until after ten o'clock the next morning, giving off a faint fragrance. It was on that day, July 22, 1950, in the afternoon,large ficus tree, that they — Zeeby and Reber — went to the office of a major newspaper on East 42nd Street, which Zeeby had been selling for many years. They took the elevator to the floor where the newspaper manager was. "You wait here for me," Reber said to Zeeby. I can't leave it to little Ernie. I am very worried. What if those three sons of bitches come back? "They won't come again." 。 hacartificialtree.com