Chapter 410 [Let’s boil, the underground world!] 2
"Whoosh!"
At the same time as the sound came out, a bullet cut through the resistance of the air and accurately hit the head of the member of the Black Devil Special Forces who was walking at the front, causing blood to splash everywhere.
"Da da da da..."
More bullets were fired at Zahit and others crazily. In the stunned expressions of the guests, the ordinary guests scattered in every corner of the nightclub turned into murderous demons without blinking an eye.
As if in just an instant, half of the dozen members of the Black Devil Special Forces fell down. Several others, including Zaxit, used their keen reflexes and terrifying emergency response capabilities to dodge immediately, and
Fight back.
Facing the sudden change, Zaxit's face turned gloomy to the extreme.
He clearly remembered that when he visited the spot before, he did not find any suspicious people in the nightclub, but now so many people appeared.
ambush!
These two words flashed through Zahit's mind, and then he immediately reported via radio, saying: "Boss, there is an ambush, leave quickly!"
Outside, in the Rolls-Royce Phantom, old Pique, who was originally smiling, heard Zaxit's report. His face suddenly changed, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Damn, we've been fooled. Let's go, leave here immediately."
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"Boom!"
The next moment, a loud bang suddenly sounded, and a Bentley car in front of the Rolls-Royce Phantom instantly exploded into a pile of rubble, with flames shooting into the sky.
The sudden loud noise startled Old Piqué and Green, and their faces turned as pale as paper at the same time.
"Boom!"
A second loud bang.
"Boom!"
Then, the third sound.
When Old Pique and Green came to their senses, the three Bentley cars surrounding the Rolls-Royce Phantom were all turned into a pile of rubble. The car fragments hit the body of the Rolls-Royce Phantom, making a dull sound.
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"Quickly...let's go!" Old Pique roared at the driver and bodyguard with a ferocious expression.
"Whoosh!"
A bullet penetrated the strong car glass and lodged into the driver's head with perfect accuracy. The head exploded instantly, and blood and brain matter sprayed out.
"Ouch!"
Suddenly smelling the smell of blood in the car, Green turned pale and bent over and vomited, while Old Pick grabbed the Desert Eagle next to him, opened the door, and tried to get out of the car.
Because... he knew that there was only one outcome for continuing to stay in the car, death!
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
The moment Old Pick opened the door, the last two Bentley cars shot up into the sky. Fire spread and debris flew everywhere. Old Pick was so frightened that he had to close the door again.
"Didn't you say that no one was secretly protecting him? What the hell is going on?"
Green, who vomited several times in a row, couldn't help but roar at Old Pique because he was too frightened.
"How the hell do I know??" Old Pique was also frightened. While roaring, his strong body was shaking.
"Whoosh!"
"Clang!"
Another bullet penetrated the car glass and hit Old Peake's right hand holding the pistol with great accuracy. Old Peake groaned and fell sideways on the back seat of the car.
Sniper!
Green also seemed to realize something. He was so frightened that he lay down in the car, trembling all over.
At the same time, the gunfire in the nightclub stopped, and all of Old Pique's men, including Zaxit, fell into a pool of blood.
Not only the gunshots, but also the screams stopped abruptly. Except for some people who dared to run out of the nightclub, everyone else was lying on the ground or hiding behind tables and chairs, with expressions of horror on their faces.
In a closed box on the second floor, a disguised ninja immediately dialed a phone number and reported in a low voice: "Old Peake and his party were ambushed, and the one secretly protecting the Oriental was Russia's top munitions.
Tycoon Chekov.”
"Look for an opportunity to leave without being discovered."
After the words fell, Chaoyuan Chuangsheng on the other end of the phone ended the call directly.
"Bang!"
Just as the ninja put away his cell phone, the door to the box was suddenly kicked open.
With this voice ringing in his ears, the ninja had no time to turn around and immediately pulled out the pistol from his waist.
"Whoosh!"
The gun fired, but it was not fired by the ninja.
The shooter was a hell snake wearing a black cloak.
The only female member of the Hellfire Mercenary Group.
The bullet hit the ninja's wrist with great accuracy, and then the hell snake turned into a black shadow and quickly swept towards the ninja.
"Huh...huh..."
This time, her speed reached the extreme, causing a sound of breaking through the air.
"Keng!"
When danger came, the ninja did not panic. Instead, he immediately pulled out the dagger with his uninjured left hand and stabbed the charging hell snake!
Sensing the cold breath coming from the front, the Hell Snake suddenly twisted its body and escaped the fatal blow with an incredible amount of twist.
Then, her straight beautiful legs kicked!
"Bang!"
A kick hit the ninja's ankle, and the huge force directly knocked the dagger from the ninja's hand. At the same time, his calloused right hand was in the shape of a knife, and he slashed directly at the neck of the ninja, knocking the ninja straight away.
He fainted.
After doing all this, Hell Snake expressionlessly picked up the ninja who fainted like a dead dog and walked out of the box.
In the monitoring room, Chekov saw the Hell Snake knocking out the ninja in one go, and couldn't help but smacked his lips: "Praise God, this woman is so exciting, Uncle Chekov must sleep with her, for sure!!"
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Facing Chekov's bored sigh, Chen Fan showed no emotion at all. He took a puff of his cigar and said calmly: "Ask the nigger, how is it outside?"
"Oh, damn, I actually forgot about this, but I guess a good nigger won't let me down." Chekov chuckled, and then asked via the radio: "Nigger, are you done?
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"Yes, boss, except for Pique and Green, I have killed everyone else!" Outside the nightclub, the nigger held Green in one hand and Old Pique in the other, reporting, "In addition, I have heard
When the sirens sound, the police will be here in a minute and a half, and we need to leave immediately!"
"Butcher, it's all done outside, the police are coming, we need to get out of here." Chekov immediately reported to Chen Fanhui.
Chen Fan nodded, stood up and walked out of the box.
At the door of the box, the hell snake grabbed the fainted ninja and stood aside respectfully.
"Good job." Chen Fan smiled slightly and left with a cigar in his mouth.
The hell snake was slightly startled, and an unusual light flashed in his eyes.
Soon, Chen Fan, wearing a black Chinese tunic suit, suddenly appeared in the sight of the frightened guests.
Under the light, they could clearly see that the leader, Chen Fan, had a cigar in his mouth, followed by two yellow-skinned Orientals, a guy with messy hair, and a woman whose breath was so cold that it was impossible to look directly at them.
Seeing the hell-like bloody scene, Chen Fan showed no emotion at all on his face.
Behind him, Chekov, whose hair was messy and looked a little wretched, had a gloating smile on his face.
"Aha, praise God, this is such a wonderful night!" Chekov whistled loudly as he went downstairs.
Then, under the horrified gazes of the guests, Chen Fan strode down from the second floor with two secret hall members and Chekov, and walked towards the door. Those Chekov's men who had acted as executioners before
Then he put away his gun and followed behind.
After walking out of the nightclub, several cars had been waiting for a long time. Chen Fan and his party got into the cars directly and drove away.
Half a minute later, the police car roared over and the nightclub was raided.
Looking through the reflector and seeing the flashing police lights behind him, Chekov smiled and said: "Dear butcher, those Japanese idiots must now think that I am the only one behind you and don't know the existence of hellfire. Hey! Wait for hell.
Snake bitch pry open that ninja's mouth, and none of those stupid Japanese pigs can escape!"
Chen Fan did not answer, but said to the nigger: "Wake them up."
The nigger withdrew his awed gaze, picked up two glasses of ice-cold red wine, and poured it into the faces of Old Pick and Green.
Then, Green and Old Pique opened their eyes at the same time.
In a daze, they saw Chen Fan very close at hand!
Chen Fan's face appeared in his eyes. Green's expression changed, and deep-seated hatred emerged in his eyes!
only--
That hatred was quickly replaced by fear.
Because he saw everything around him clearly and understood the fact that he and Old Pique fell into Chen Fan's hands.
"Crack!"
Chekov slapped Old Pique unceremoniously, then pulled Old Pique's long hair, brought his face closer, and said: "Ah, Pique, you bastard, you still know me?"
Me?"
"Che...Chekov??" Old Peake's pupils suddenly dilated. As one of the largest gang leaders in Britain, he naturally knew Chekov and had many transactions with him.
"Oh, bastard, it seems you have a pretty good memory!" Chekov smiled and let go of Old Pik.
Old Pique took a deep breath and roared angrily: "Damn it, Chekov, we can be considered friends after all, but you actually plotted against me to help this Oriental?"
"Friend? Haha, old Pique, tell me, how much are these two words worth? Is it fifty million euros?" Chekov asked with a smile.
Old Pique's expression changed, and then he said coldly: "Chekhov, don't think that because you have the support of a butcher, you can be arrogant and ignorant. You know, this is Britain! You'd better let me go!!"
"Dear, distinguished, great Mr. Butcher, he is threatening your loyal servant. His words make the pure Chekov's heart beat faster." Chekov looked pitiful.
Butcher??
Chekhov's words rang in his ears, and Old Pique's pupils suddenly dilated, and the deepest fear in his heart instantly took over his body.
Green on the side was also frightened by these two words!!
Time seemed to have stopped. The two of them stared blankly at Chen Fan's calm face, their bodies completely stiff.
Their eyes were full of disbelief, as if they were saying: Impossible! This is absolutely fucking impossible!!
"How much money did he give you and what did he ask you to do?" Chen Fan gently smoked his cigar and asked the stunned old Pique.
"Fifty... fifty million euros!" Old Pique swallowed in horror and replied intermittently: "He... he said he wanted me to... send you to him, and then... then...
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"What happens next?" Chen Fan asked.
"Then he will pick off your bones and place them as works of art in the square of Michel Manor..." Old Peake replied subconsciously.
"Break his neck." Chen Fan put out his cigar and gave the order to the nigger.
Click——
There was a muffled sound, and Old Pique's neck was directly broken by the nigger. He rolled his eyes and looked like he was still dead. The fear on his face did not recede at all.
Seeing this scene, the pale Green trembled all over, and a stream of yellow liquid flowed out from between his legs. The smell of urine suddenly filled the carriage.
"Please... please... please, please... let me go..."
"Tomorrow morning, your bone sculpture will appear on time in the square of Michel Manor."
Green's words were interrupted, and Chen Fan expressionlessly announced Green's death sentence!!
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***: I did the explosion I promised everyone, ***, is there anything else?
