5 If the tycoon is not sure that Guan Baoling can be "rescued" or "survived", I don't dare to jump out and take the attack. After all, one wrong step will bring harm to the entire innocent Fengge Temple. Of course, if Wang Jiangnan is a good man, he himself
We should take all the responsibility for Guan Baoling's disappearance, so as not to drag down the brothers of the Sharpshooter Club, but the premise is - can he bear it? Is his life worth Guan Baoling's?
"Mr. Wang, our patience and time are limited, so I can only give you a ten-second countdown. Once the ten seconds pass, I'm sorry, I have to let Mr. Ye enforce the family law for the Sharpshooter Club."
It's - ten, nine..."
No one dared to object to Helen's words, because in ninety-nine percent of the cases, her words directly represented the tycoon's meaning.
I believe that at this moment, everyone in the Sharpshooter Club is holding a gun in cold sweat, including Xiao Kereng, who has already raised his gun and aimed at Helen.
"Six, five..." Helen counted slowly, and the air seemed to freeze indifferently. The next second, no matter which side attacks first, it will be an endless massacre.
For the last time, Xiao Kereng looked at me, his eyes full of pleading and expectation. He didn't say a word, and everything he wanted to say was seeped into his pleading eyes.
Perhaps in my autobiography, writers have described the character "wind" as an invincible hero who shakes the world and weeps ghosts and gods. Like Superman, Ultraman, and Batman, he comes and goes like the wind, saving all people from the dangers of fire and water.
That’s why so many people have such high expectations when they mention “wind”.
"Three, two..." The well-trained men in black retreated in unison. One person from each group jumped on the car and crouched behind the rapid-fire machine gun. The rest reached their right hands to their waists and held the
On the dark gun handle. So many masters killed Wang Jiangnan, just like a tiger fighting a rabbit with all its strength. His chance of surviving was zero.
"one……"
It only took a third of a second for Helen to spit out this word. The handcuffs suddenly activated, and a circle of silver light bounced off her left elbow. It should be a very short and extremely sharp scimitar, directed at the king.
Jiangnan.
The "click" sound of the bullet being loaded and the "click" sound of the pistol safety bolt popping open were all mixed in the mountain wind. The tycoon's men came well prepared. Even if there were ten times more people with sharp guns, they would still be able to come.
It's all under their control.
For a moment, my thoughts suddenly lost control, and I almost involuntarily rushed out, crossing the thirty-meter distance from the "Psychic Well" to the square under the steps, and appeared in the handcuffs that must pass forward.
On the road.
"Chi, chi, chi, chi," the handcuffed machete flashed and swung seventeen or eighty knives in succession. At the same time, a short silver revolver in the palm of his right hand pointed at my lower abdomen and he pulled the trigger without hesitation.
.
I didn't mean to save Wang Jiangnan, but I couldn't let Xiao Kereng down. Just when Helen shouted out the last number, my heart suddenly melted under Xiao Kereng's eyes...
I only did one thing. The little finger of my left hand suddenly stuffed itself under the trigger of the revolver, controlling all the free travel of the trigger, leaving the firing pin with no chance to fire. Close at hand, I could smell the faint scent on the collar of the handcuffs.
The smell of Adidas men's perfume, and all the legends about his past invincibility in the world also came to my mind like lightning.
The blade was very cold, and my nose quickly smelled the faint salty smell of blood from the crescent-shaped scimitar made of high-quality Arabian cold steel. Only a sharp blade that has been tempered and has killed thousands of people can leave such a "murderous" smell.
The blade was already close to my eyes, but in an instant it suddenly went away, because my right fist hit the handcuff's left shoulder accurately, making a crisp "click" sound, which should have shattered half of his shoulder blade and this arm.
Already obsolete.
There were two "Puff" sounds, and the clothes on my left shoulder suddenly rolled up, like a torn giant butterfly, and the skin under the clothes also felt a severe burning pain. Those were two silent pistol bullets.
It's not that I dodge quickly, but that the person who fired the shot showed mercy.
Helen blew lightly on the muzzle of the gun in her hand, with a silent sneer on her face: "Sure enough, your skills are really good. Not all Egyptian magazines are bragging. What? You want to challenge the authority of the tycoon and replace the magic gun?"
Will he come forward?"
A woman who can always stay by the tycoon's side must be one of the best in the world. Whether in bed or under the bed, her action of drawing a gun and firing quickly was fast, ferocious, free and easy, and beautiful. It could be used in military textbooks on pistol design.
Classic model pictures.
My blood flowed silently down my armpits. Now that I have taken the lead, there is no way out, not to mention that I also injured the tycoon's first bodyguard.
After the handcuffs were hit by me, they fell back six meters, and all the muscles on their faces were spasming ferociously. Since they wanted to pursue the idea of a sharpshooting club, they must have considered the possible resistance from Wang Jiangnan and others.
Thoughtful, but I was a variable in this plan and was not taken into account by anyone.
"Miss Helen, I don't want to offend anyone, but I want to say that Miss Guan is only temporarily missing. It seems that there is no need to rush to punish anyone for a while. I remember that many senior people in the world have repeatedly admonished the younger generations, to 'convince people with virtue, and be virtuous.
"Things", Tycoon is one of my most respected seniors, I guess he has a deeper understanding of these words, right?"
The blood surged faster and faster, and half of the shirt on my body was soaked. From Helen's incomprehensible sneer, I suddenly understood that her pistol was equipped with the US military's "zigzag cutting bullet" - this kind of bullet
, each warhead is coated with a long-lasting special drug that dissolves platelets. Once the target's skin is torn, the wound cannot coagulate naturally within 24 hours. If effective drug treatment is not available, it will eventually cause blood
All drained away.
She didn't need to make any further killing moves, she just needed to delay the attack slowly. Within fifteen minutes, I would faint from the massive blood loss.
"Convincing people with virtue? I have already opened my eyes to the Shenqianhui. Even if a thousand Wang Jiangnan die, how can it be worth one hair of Miss Guan?"
Hearing this sentence, I wonder what Wang Jiangnan would think? Is he so ashamed that he wants to dig a crack in the ground and crawl in?
As the boss of the Japanese branch of the Gunslingers Club, he is no more than an ant in the eyes of the tycoon. How can he have the nerve to follow the tycoon's woman and show his courtesy?
Under the gaze of one hundred and twenty men in black, I don't think it will be easy to escape unscathed, unless I can take the lead and seize Helen as a shield. But does the matter have to get to that bad point? After all,
Judging from our relationship with scalpels, the tycoon and I can be considered indirect friends, and there is no need to become life-or-death enemies.
"Yes, everyone is very anxious about Miss Guan's disappearance. From yesterday noon to now, they have been searching almost non-stop. Please give Miss Helen another chance, we will definitely find her..."
I believe in Tengjia's words, no matter life or death, she can lead me to find Guan Baoling. This bet, I bet on "life", there is at least a 50% chance.
"How can I trust you - your guarantee? The Egyptians worship you and regard you as the 'invincible warrior of the desert', but in Mr. Ye's eyes, for five hundred years, it seems that no one can make him look at the third person seriously."
Second time. Therefore, your guarantee is unconvincing!"
Wang Jiangnan was behind me and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Feng, can you really find Miss Guan? If so, I would rather lose an arm -"
I'm starting to get annoyed with his stubbornness. The key now is not his arm or his life. The tycoon wants to kill him. It's just a way of venting his anger. It doesn't help at all in finding Guan Baoling. It's better to keep him and help search for Guan Baoling.
The whereabouts can also be of some help.
"Whether you want your arm or not, it has nothing to do with me. Miss Guan is not your friend." I sneered. If Guan Baoling could fall in love with such a dull man, she would be blind.
"The ones who have to guarantee are me and the lives of all the monks in Fengqie Temple. How about that?"
Tengjia appeared on the steps, her palms clasped together, her gray monk's robe flying in the wind. Her noble and arrogant personality immediately outshone Helen, with an awe-inspiring and inviolable dignity.
Helen was stunned. Tengjia was another variable, and it was just created. It was definitely outside of all the information the tycoon had.
The atmosphere at the scene was changing. Helen had changed from a driver who shocked the whole audience to an overwhelmed participant, and the appearance of Tengjia made her even more confused.
"You... you are not... a vegetable brought back from Egypt..."
The media has published many reports about "vegetative" Tengka, and tabloid reporters have treated this matter as a cash cow, exaggerating the fabrication without restraint. At least as of 3 o'clock in the morning today, all newspapers published,
There is no news about the resurrection of a "vegetative state". How could Helen not be horrified when such strange things appeared in front of her?
Tengjia walked down the steps. At this time, four groups of gray-clothed monks poured out of the temple. What they held in their hands was not the sword and Zen staff, but Russian assault rifles of the same color. The group of nearly 200 people, the murderous formation and the tycoon's
Horses and men are equally matched.
This unexpected change really confused me.
Toka is the spiritual power of Fengge Temple, which can be seen from the worship of the monks after she wakes up. However, there are so many sophisticated weapons hidden in the temple, and they can be trained and quickly put into battle. This cannot be
Not to mention it is an interesting talk about Buddhism.
"Tell the tycoon that we will go all out to search for Miss Guan. If he is interested in the 'Sea Tomb of the Gods', just tell him directly without any inexplicable reasons."
Tengjia looked at Helen with an aggressive look. At this moment, she didn't have the awkwardness of a twenty-year-old girl at all. From her eyes to her aura, she definitely had the demeanor of a person who dominates the world.
Helen laughed dryly: "What? The tycoon is the richest in the world, and he still covets the fictitious 'Undersea Tomb of Gods'? Even your Japanese Emperor has to politely offer tea and give up his seat when he sees him..." Once the momentum is suppressed
As a result, Helen lost her usual elegant conversation, and everything she said seemed pale and feeble.
Tengjia glanced at the group of men in black and said disdainfully: "If the tycoon was really smart, he would not resort to the American army."
Helen's face changed, because Tengjia revealed the trump card of this group of people. Once word spread, it would start another war of words in the international public opinion.
The existence of the Gunslingers Club has become unimportant, and Tengka has become the backbone of the force to deal with the tycoon, and my rash attack has become the trigger for Tengka to take action.
The helicopter door popped open, and a middle-aged man leaned out and waved to Tengjia.
When Helen and Handcuffs saw this man, they immediately looked serious, stood upright, and were extremely respectful.
That is a tycoon, a genius who became famous in Asia and whose business empire spans the world. He is also a role model for men and an idol for women around the world.
"Miss Fujika, can we please come and talk on the plane?" The tycoon's voice was generous and magnetic, and the smile on his face was more elegant and moving than that of Oscar-winning actors.
He has thick black hair, extremely bright eyes, and neatly trimmed eyebrows - a famous Hong Kong fortune teller once said that "the sky is round, the earth is square, the eyebrows are sharp, and the eyes are bright."
It is the most rare "Three Generations of Emperors". As long as you work hard, you will definitely become the king of a country within three generations.
The tycoons are ordinary businessmen for three generations, so this horrifying prophecy can only be pushed backwards. That is to say, if the tycoon cannot become emperor, his son, grandson, and great-grandson will definitely be able to become the president of the country.
Every time you see Tycoon in newspapers or news, I believe many people will review this great prophecy in their hearts.
Even a simple waving gesture seems to have been carefully designed, showing not only the gentleness and tolerance of the tycoon, but also vaguely containing the ubiquitous majesty of the Jianghu giant.
Tengjia nodded, walked slowly to the gangway, and looked up.
When the tycoon looked back, he glanced at me intentionally or unintentionally, but he passed me by.
I have no intention of using the name of the scalpel to gain glory, or to have any close friendship with the tycoon. As long as he can let Wang Jiangnan go, I will not disappoint Xiao Kereng. The blood is still flowing, and gradually I start to feel a little dizzy.
The tycoon stretched out his hand to Tengjia, still smiling gently: "Give me your hand, and I will help you."
If I were a girl, I would be fascinated by the tycoon. He is rich, handsome, powerful, and has a standard gentlemanly respect for women. On the other hand, the tycoon is also a very good person in the media reporters' articles.
A man who understands emotions and many experienced girls in social circles will inevitably be easily captured by his eyes.
Once again, my heart was pricked by the needle: "Is Guan Baoling... captured by him in this way? Doesn't everyone feel honored to be the girl he fell in love with all night long, just like the beauties in the harem?
Is it like being favored by a king?"
Today's tycoon is not the king of a country in name, but his power is as powerful as the presidents of more than a dozen African countries combined.
"Helen, stop him... from bleeding."
The tycoon held Tengjia's hand and helped her into the cabin. Just before the cabin door closed again, he said this to Helen. Then, the cabin door slowly closed, blocking everyone's eyes again.
Although it was just a flash in the pan, the tycoon had suddenly shocked the entire audience with the surging murderous undercurrent. Everyone lowered their guns, especially Hawke's face, which suddenly showed jealousy, envy, respect, and hatred.
With all kinds of complicated expressions, he looked at the closed hatch, like a wild wolf about to go crazy.
In the Gunslingers Club, Hawke is already a figure tightly shrouded in aura of praise and admiration. In fact, when he arrived at Xunfu Park, he always carried this pretentious and humble sense of superiority. As long as he wanted to, except for
Sun Long can give orders to anyone, and there are countless beautiful girls around him who are willing to throw themselves into his arms, including many new female movie stars and female singers in the entertainment circles of the United States, Europe and Asia - in the world,
Hawke is the most popular "rising star". Almost every senior in the world is optimistic about him. It is undeniable that he will be the future leader of the Gunslingers Association and the successor of Sun Long. But compared to the tycoons,
It's not just a small thing that makes a huge witch. It's just like using grains of rice to compare with the planets in the universe. It will only make people laugh.
I understand him, because when I see the tycoon, I feel the same way, but I don’t show it as openly as Hawke. There is only one tycoon in the world, and there is only one Yang Feng. I will not belittle myself until I become a big brother like him in the future.
Such a "king of tomb robbers" can achieve his dream.
What will the tycoon talk to Tengka? Since Tengka knows everything and is omnipotent, will there be a shortcut to cracking the "black magic"?
"Guan Baoling... Guan Baoling... Guan Baoling..." She has become a knot in my heart, and she is the kind that makes my heart ache whenever I touch her.
"Mr. Feng, this is medicine to stop bleeding..." Helen held an olive-sized glass bottle in her palm and flashed it at me from a distance.
I pretended to smile relaxedly: "No, I heard that the scar left by the 'Zigzag Cutting Bullet' is like an artificially carved American centipede. Thank you Miss Helen for your generous gift. I will definitely give something back one day."