Lan Ting, who had been so scared by Tang Chuan that he had peed his pants, quickly took out a small thing and pressed the button on it.
At this time, all the doors and windows of Lanting's residence were instantly sealed by an iron fence.
This is the protective device set up by Lan Ting in the house. If any attack occurs, he will activate the protective device.
Lan Ting has a high position and is of great power. It is absolutely impossible for him to live alone in a house. There are many bodyguards in this house.
Among these bodyguards, they are either well-trained or martial arts masters.
There are twenty of these people in total, and their function is to protect Lan Ting's personal safety.
"Kill him." Lan Ting picked up a headset that was not easy to detect, said in a low voice, then leaned against the head of the bed, breathing heavily.
At this time, Lan Ting's room had been sealed by a protective device. If he did not turn on the device, he would not even fly in now.
Lan Ting felt that so many masters around him could definitely kill someone of unknown origin.
"Damn it, I dare to scare me. I will let you go out tonight. I will throw you into the river to feed the fish!" Lan Ting said gritting his teeth.
The bodyguards hiding in the dark know the terrain of the house very well and act very quickly.
At this time, all the electricity in the house had been cut off, but each of these people was wearing eyepieces with night vision.
No movement in the room naturally cannot escape the eyes of these masters.
At this time, Tang Chuan also walked out of the room and was about to arrive at the first floor lobby when he heard the muffled sound of the fence closing.
Tang Chuan glanced at him and with the dim light outside the window, he could see that both the doors and windows were sealed with dense iron pillars.
It seems that there is a secret hidden in this house, and Lan Ting wants to catch a turtle in a jar.
"These iron sticks want to lock me, Mr. Tang? What an international joke." Tang Chuan muttered to himself.
At this time, there was movement everywhere, and Tang Chuan could see people moving quickly in the darkness.
Although they couldn't see their appearance clearly, Tang Chuan had already felt the strong murderous aura on these people at this time.
These people must be Lan Ting's subordinates, and they are going to kill Tang Chuan in this house.
More than a dozen or twenty people wanted to stop me? Haha.
"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding ~"
At this moment, Tang Chuan saw fires light up everywhere, and the entire hall was illuminated by fire.
The skeleton mask on Tang Chuan's face appeared in the sight of these people.
The grim look looked as hideous and terrifying as the god of death from hell in this light.
Tang Chuan did not move, allowing these people to tickle his body.
After the first round of fire, Tang Chuan did not fall down, and even remained motionless.
The group of people just saw that the man wearing a mask had not fallen down, as if he had no wound on his body?
What a fuck, iron bones and copper skin?
This group of people is worthy of being well-trained masters. They immediately changed the magazine and launched a new round of fire at Tang Chuan.
However, exactly like before, Tang Chuan was still motionless and had no wounds on his body.
Although these people are brave, they now feel that they are damn today.
Where could such a person be like this? Round of bullets poured on him without even a trace?
According to previous practice, this person should have been sieveed by them long ago.
"Since you all think so, I will fulfill your wishes."
After Tang Chuan finished speaking, he raised his hand and waved it.
In the darkness, a strong smell of blood came.
None of these people made a sound before dying, and their bodies were already full of holes.
These twenty masters fell down instantly.
Tang Chuan walked to the front door, raised his leg and kicked the door and the iron fence. He flashed and disappeared into the darkness.
Lan Ting, who was hiding in the room and cursing Tang Chuan's ancestors for eighteen generations, heard the loud noise just now, and was so scared that he almost urinated again.
"How is it? Is it solved?" Lan Ting quickly picked up the headset and asked his subordinates.
No response was heard.
"Hey, did you hear it? Are you all dead? Hearing it, he will be answered soon, kill him and bring him to me. I want to see who he is!" Lan Ting immediately cursed.
At this time, Lan Ting didn't know that his subordinates were indeed dead, and there was no breathing.
"Hey, hey, hurry up and get back when you receive the words. I'm talking to you. Don't you want to live?" Lan Ting then started to swear.
It’s not that they don’t want to live anymore, but they don’t have to live anymore.
Without receiving a word from his subordinates, Lan Ting still hugged in the room and did not dare to move.
Lan Ting didn't know what was going on outside, so how could he dare to go out to see what was going on outside?
So, Lan Ting curled up even tighter, and time passed by minute by minute in a very nervous state.
I don’t know how long it took, but he still didn’t receive any response from his subordinates.
In the second half of the night, Lan Ting couldn't hold on anymore, and he didn't know when he fell asleep.
There was a nightmare all night, and Lan Ting finally woke up from the nightmare. He instantly stood up from the bed and grabbed the guy who had already emptied the bullets in his hand.
It's dawn.
Lan Ting walked to the door and looked outside through the cat's eyes. It seemed that nothing happened.
Lan Ting estimated that his men should have killed that person last night.
So, Lan Ting carefully opened the door and walked out slowly.
There was no one in the corridor.
Lan Ting became more and more careful, walking towards the end of the corridor with small steps.
As Lan Ting continued to move forward, he seemed to smell a bloody question in the air.
The closer it is to the fence on the second floor, the more pungent and unpleasant the smell of blood.
It was probably the man wearing a skeleton-faced mask who was beaten into a sieve by his subordinates.
After all, this situation has happened in this house before, and more than once.
"Really, I ask you to clean the house for me every time, and every time I leave this fishy and bloody smell. I wonder if I hate this smell the most? You stupid people really owe you.
lesson!"
Lan Ting thought that his subordinates did not clean Tang Chuan quickly.
But when Lanting walked to the end of the corridor, he came to the fence.
When Lan Ting looked down, Lan Ting was so scared that his legs became soft in an instant. He sat on the ground and the guy in his hand also fell to the first floor.