There is a special floor in a financial building in the headquarters of South Africa. The 18th floor.

Everyone in the entire building knows that that floor was contracted by the most powerful gangsters in the local area, the "Black Hand Gang". It is specifically responsible for handling the illegal property of some gangsters. Recently, somehow, people of other skin colors have been taken to the 18th floor by these people. The front desk of the building is Alice, a beautiful European girl. Today she also witnessed two yellow people being taken into the elevator by them. The elevator showed that the parking location was on the 18th floor.

Alice couldn't help but pray for the two people in her heart, begging God for hope that they could come out of the elevator alive. But she also knew that this possibility was very low, because before that, no one of the other skin color had ever walked out of the eighteenth floor alive. - Their way out was to jump down from the eighteenth floor.

Alice also knew that this was a murder case and wanted to call the police. No one had done this before. However, the results of her police investigation were that the parties involved committed suicide by jumping off the building. Everyone understood that this was a robbery and murder case jointly deployed by the gang and the police!

Somehow, Alice today felt that she could no longer stand such a working environment, and felt that her spirit was about to collapse. She deliberately suppressed herself, but she always wanted to look into the window to the east, because she knew that there were usually places where corpses fell from the eighteenth floor. It would be the place where the two people fell after a while... they... were still so young.

"Ding Ding Ding" suddenly interrupted her random thoughts. She looked at the number displayed on the front desk phone and was suddenly stunned. The phone number showed "Eighteenth Floor". Is this a call from "Eighteenth Floor"?

Alice hesitated and finally answered the phone. The sound of "bang bang bang" gunshots and the screams of many people immediately came from the other end of the phone. A panicked man yelled in an anxious Zulu language: "Cao Mud Horse, I'm only answering the phone now! Damn it! Call the police! Call the police! Eighteenth floor! Report... beep beep..." The phone suddenly hung up again. Alice looked at the phone in surprise, not knowing what was going on.

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On the eighteenth floor, Ye Wuque sneered and pointed a pistol at the head of the scar man. The scar man dared not move and maintained a gesture of calling the police. Ye Wuque signaled with his eyes, and the scar man hung up the phone with a good idea.

"You are really embarrassed. In the underworld industry, no one can call the police by themselves." Ye Wuque sneered, his fair face exuded a gloomy like a god of death.

Behind Ye Wuque, all the more than 20 black men were shot, all of whom were shot and fell, some were unconscious, while others were shot and killed directly. Ye Wuque is a superpower. The danger he had encountered was much greater than this time, and he had long been used to how to deal with this kind of scene. As long as he was given a gun, even if he didn't use superpowers, he had the ability to defeat these unregulated gangsters one by one. He could even be so sophisticated that he could kill the gun first, snatch the gun from his person, and continue to fight. For Ye Wuque, more than 20 underworlds, even if he had a gun, were just more than 20 moving targets.

As long as six guns are not pointed at their heads from different directions at the same time, unfortunately, they have missed such an opportunity.

The scar man reacted. He might also know that he could not hit Ye Wuque, who was quick-witted. He actually held the gun in his hand and pointed at Zhang Tianluo who was still squatting in the corner of the wall.

"You...you...believe it or not, I can shoot him before you kill me." This was almost the last straw for the scar man. Everyone was dead, and the demon in front of him was an existence he could not kill. He only hoped that the demon would care about the life of the innocent boy there. After all... for five minutes... Ye Wuque chose to avoid the angle where the bullet accidentally injured the boy.

"I don't believe it." Ye Wuque sneered. If a murderous devil with no feelings at all.

"You...you...you..." The scar man was very nervous, sweat kept dripping from his forehead, trembling uncontrollably, as if he was about to be unable to hold the gun.

"Let's do this, let's make an equal deal. I count one, two, three, I'll shoot you, you, shoot him to death." Ye Wuque pointed at Zhang Tianluo and said lightly with a strange smile: "How is it? Just be fair, one life will be worth one life."

It was Zhang Tianluo's turn to panic. He opened his eyes in fear and looked at Ye Wuque. He seemed to have never thought that such boring words would come out of the seemingly pretty boy's mouth. Zhang Tianluo felt that he was in great luck today and almost died at the hands of a local gangster. Originally, Ye Wuque appeared like a god of war and killed more than 20 gang members in five minutes, giving him hope to survive. He even imagined the scene where the two of them helped each other out of the building. But now, he actually wanted this Scar Boss to beat him to death? The most unlucky life is this. If you die as soon as you come, it would be a kind of relief. This kind of despair that clearly hopes to survive but is personally destroyed by people who hold hope. This kind of despair...is probably more uncomfortable than death?!

Zhang Tianluo wanted to stand up and resist, and wanted to do whatever he wanted. He wanted to vent his dissatisfaction, but he was beaten too badly. Looking at the corpses all over the ground, his legs were shaking slightly and out of control.

"I want to start counting." Ye Wuque said with a strange smile.

"one."

"two."

Ye Wuque clearly heard the scar man's trembling teeth with difficulty suppressing fear. This is the state that a person should have when he is facing death. In contrast, the boy named Zhang Tianluo over there was much more calm, and Ye Wuque even saw a trace of his hatred in his eyes.

"three."

"Bang bang!" The two pistols fired one after another without any surprises.

However, no one fell down, just like what Ye Wuque thought. He still remembered clearly the scene of the scar man sharpening his head with a gun before. In Ye Wuque's impression, a greedy man who is afraid of death, dared not do such a dangerous move unless... the gun was only used to strengthen his aura and there was no bullet in it. Moreover, in the battle behind, although the scar man held the gun, he had never fired it once, which further confirmed Ye Wuque's conjecture.

As for why the scar man was not hit by a bullet... it was because the bullets in Ye Wuque's gun had actually been fired.

Ye Wuque looked at his gun curiously and asked knowingly: "Ah, there are no bullets. You are so lucky."

The two men pointed at the gun were obviously relieved.

I don’t know who called the police, but Tongche’s sirens sounded downstairs. Ye Wuque walked to the window and saw that the entire building was almost surrounded by police cars. Countless black policemen rushed into the building. ‘It’s really a nest of police and gangsters. If this happens, the stairs and elevators can’t go.’ Ye Wuque thought coldly. When all the police cars came out of the police car, when they entered the floor, Ye Wuque turned his head and said to the scar man:

"Forget it, I'll save your life. But you have to help me with something. If you don't die by chance, I'll spare your life."

Before the Scar Man responded, Ye Wuque had already mobilized his superpowers. He lifted Zhang Tianluo with one hand and Scar Man with the other, and used the superpowers to make the weight of the two of them lighter. Then he threw the Scar Man as a meat ball towards the window, blasting the window, and flew out of the eighteen floors. Zhang Tianluo was stunned.

"It's going to jump!" Ye Wuque still had a strange smile and made the prelude to run wildly, as if he was preparing for Zhang Tianluo psychologically.

"What...jump?" Zhang Tianluo had a vague premonition.

The next second, Ye Wuque carried Zhang Tianluo and ran towards the window. Amid Zhang Tianluo's crazy screams, the two rushed out of the window together and fell rapidly from the height of the eighteenth floor.

Zhang Tianluo closed his eyes and didn't dare to look, but his mouth couldn't help but shout wildly: "Today is really the most unlucky day since I was born."
Chapter completed!