At this moment, in the twelve underground floors, including Clinton, there were a total of twelve demon party ability users, staring blankly at Commissioner Huang Xiaobei who had kidnapped their boss.
Looking at the arrogant and proud expression of the guy in front of him, and then taking a look at the dusty black pistol in his hand, several demon party ability users who didn't know much about weapons started to whisper at this moment.
"What's he got in his hand?"
"Damn, it looks familiar. Why does it look like something from the Chinese Anti-Japanese War TV series?"
"Holy crap, the more I look at it, the more it looks like it. Isn't this really the Nanbu Fourteen built by the Japanese in the last century?"
"Hey, I remembered it. When I checked the third floor, I seemed to have seen that broken gun in a room, but I didn't touch it because it was dirty. I'll go. This guy didn't just pick up that broken gun to scare me.
Human? Hahaha, it seems no more likely than him to beat Clinton to death with his finger."
Hearing the ridicule from his companions around him, even Clinton couldn't help but sigh. Then he looked at the commissioner bluntly and said, "Do you want to continue?"
Looking at Clinton's helpless look, and then looking at the mocking eyes of the demon party's ability users around him, the special correspondent immediately became dissatisfied, pointed his old gun at Clinton's head and cursed, "Hey
, I said you are really not afraid, huh? Good boy, you look down on antiques, don’t you? Let me tell you, sometimes it’s the inconspicuous things that can show great power!” The special correspondent pressed his gun hard against Clinton’s temple and shouted arrogantly, “
Let me go quickly, or I will send you bastard to hell!"
Facing the terrorist threat from the special commissioner, Clinton raised his head and sighed, then nodded in the direction of Andreev, "No need to punch hard, kill him."
Edwin smiled happily, "Understood!" The next moment, the sharp blade in his hand was once again pressed against Andreev's neck.
"Let's see who dares!" Seeing Edwin about to slit Brother Maozi's throat, Huang Xiaobei's eyes widened in anger, and he stabbed Clinton on the head with the Southern Fourteenth in his hand, "Let him go.
, let me go!"
"Kill it." Clinton said easily.
Seeing that Edwin's sharp blade had cut open the skin of Andreev's neck, and traces of blood gushed out along the blade under the cold light, Huang Xiaobei, with red eyes, gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, and shouted loudly, "What the hell!
Go to hell!!”
"Click!" Huang Xiaobei pulled the trigger of the pistol hard, but the next second, a clear sound of bullet jamming came out.
The special correspondent lowered his head in embarrassment...
Clinton put his hands behind his back and looked up at the sky without any surprise.
"Click." The unwilling commissioner pulled the trigger twice more, but it still jammed...
Several of the more knowledgeable demon party ability users were crossing their arms at this moment, laughing at the excitement and saying, "How stupid is this person? How can an old guy who hasn't taken care of himself in decades expect to be able to shoot bullets?"
"Is this the level of the secret party? Don't they even teach students the basic knowledge of firearms? Let alone the Southern Fourteenth, which is very easy to jam. Any firearm that has been left in a corner for decades cannot be used.
The bullet was fired. The parts are all rusted to death, and it’s still a fart.”
One of the devil party's ability users who was escorting Weslin pushed Lao Wei's face with the butt of his gun, "Is this all you do?"
Lao Wei lowered his head in embarrassment, "He is a non-staff member."
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"Kakakaka."
After firing more than a dozen shots in a row, it jammed every time. The special correspondent collapsed and threw the broken gun on the ground and said, "Nima, you really deserve to be one of the fourteenth southerners. It's too embarrassing to commit suicide! Grandma, this special commissioner.
Why do Communist Party members put their hope in you?"
"You guys?" Karl looked at Huang Xiaobei strangely, not knowing whether he made a mistake or meant something else.
Clinton didn't notice this, but he obediently put his hands behind his back and was held hostage by the special commissioner and said, "Even if the gun didn't jam, even if it really fired the bullet, it can't kill me."
After saying that, Clinton turned to look at Huang Xiaobei, "Mr. Huang, the robber, how else are you going to hold me hostage? If you have had enough fun, please find a corner and squat down. I will ensure your life is safe.
.”
"Hey, let me tell you, you're a pretty bold kid? You're really not afraid that I'll kill you, are you? You're a prisoner now! To put it bluntly, I can kill you with one punch!" The special commissioner raised his face, as if
The virtue of not being stingy.
Clinton stared at him silently, as if looking at a fool. Weslin, who seemed to have guessed Huang Xiaobei's reliance, sighed and closed his eyes, "Xiaobei, come over and squat, his physical skills are better than that
Muay Thai masters are so close, I was knocked unconscious by just one kick."
"Ah? He's just weaker than that Muay Thai master.
....." Huang Xiaobei was stunned when he heard this. After his eyes rolled around, he hurriedly touched his head and laughed, "Oh, I'm sorry to bother you. I didn't expect you to be so powerful. You really can't be judged by your appearance.
Well, I'm going to squat now."
The surrounding demon party ability users were dumbfounded and thought, "Do you dare to be more like Sun Tzu?"
On the contrary, Clinton was more accustomed to Huang Xiaobei's reaction. After all, he had already met the special correspondent and was willing to give up.
Seeing the commissioner walking towards the corridor wall with a flattering look on his face, he was about to squat down with his head in his arms. During this period, he kept nodding and laughing at the few demon party ability users around him. When he was done, he even shamelessly handed someone a cigarette holder as if to beg for leniency.
Seeing this, Clinton's eyes became more playful.
"Wait a moment."
Hearing this, Huang Xiaobei, who was passing a cigarette to a demon party ability user, quickly turned around and said, "Brother, are you okay?"
"It is said that you have always wanted to join us?" Clinton walked up to him, crossed his arms and asked with a smile.
Commissioner Huang immediately slapped his chest, "Then how can you say that you really want to join our righteous demon party? Brother, if nothing else, I will tell you, someone told me since I was a child,
I have the face of a villain. I have been blinded by this face even if I have not been a bad guy in this life!" After saying that, the special correspondent spat on the ground, "Do you think I am destined to be a member of the devil's party?"
Clinton was angrily pinched by Huang Xiaobei's waist, "Do you know what the word Sabbat means?"
Huang Xiaobei was stunned when he heard this, "Devil's banquet?" The commissioner turned around and looked, "Is there a banquet?"
Karl sighed and shook his head, and Old Wei rolled his eyes in anger, "Xiao Bei, the full name of the Devil's Party is Sabbat Alliance, or Sabbat for short, just like the full name of our secret party is Camarilla."
"Camarilla?" Commissioner Huang was stunned for a moment, and then he spat on the ground, "Bah, that's not a good name when you hear it!" With that said, Commissioner Huang caught Clinton as soon as possible.
He shook his hands and said, "Brother, why didn't I meet you earlier? You angels came too slowly!"
The demon party ability users around them all narrowed their eyes, saying that they had never heard such disgusting flattery in their lives.
Even the four demon party ability users who were guarding Chu Zifeng could not help but shudder all over, looking as if they were disgusted.
At this time, Chu Zifeng, who was firmly tied by the iron chain, glanced at Karl who was not far away with the corner of his eye. At the same moment, Karl also cast his obscure gaze towards him.
Listening to the special correspondent's shameless flattery, even Clinton couldn't help but twitch his cheeks, "Yeah, very good. In that case, I'll give you a chance."
After saying that, in the expectant eyes of the special commissioner, Clinton pointed to Weslin beside him and said in a nonchalant tone, "Kill him, and you will be one of ours from now on."
Turning his head slightly to look at the bewildered Weslin, the commissioner rubbed his head and turned around with a silly smile, "Brother, there's no need. I'm just a loser, so I don't need to submit a certificate, right?"
"It's very necessary. Because you are different. Since you choose to join us, you still need some guarantees. In fact, killing Weslin is only the first step. Next, we will wait until we have all the abilities of Chu Zifeng and Andreev.
After the extraction is completed, it will be up to you to personally execute him, and by the way, there will also be Chu Qianqian." Clinton ordered calmly, "Give him a knife."
"Bang." A demon party ability user threw a military dagger at Huang Xiaobei's feet.
"Let's do it." Clinton stared at Huang Xiaobei calmly.
He lowered his head and looked at the cold dagger at his feet. Soon, he raised his head and Huang Xiaobei's eyes became more determined, "You love pushing people so much, right? You're not afraid that I'll really kill you, are you?"
Clinton tilted his head slightly, chuckled and said, "Why, you want to play that trick again? If you really have the ability, you might as well use it."
Under the gaze of everyone in the audience, Huang Xiaobei slowly lowered his head. But three seconds later, he quickly picked up the dagger, turned around happily and ran to Weslin and said, "Brother, don't worry, I will
Now kill this foreign devil, who said so unceremoniously that I annoy him to death, now kill him and hand him over to our devil party...your grandma's certificate of nomination!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Xiaobei suddenly turned around and rushed towards Clinton with a knife, and a golden light shone slightly in his bright pupils!
But to everyone's expectation, Huang Xiaobei, who was charging at Clinton with a knife, suddenly threw the dagger in his hand at Clinton, "You die!"
The next second, in Clinton's disdainful eyes, the dagger thrown by Huang Xiaobei in front of him suddenly exploded in mid-air from this moment!
"Boom!" Suddenly, endless white smoke emitted, billowing, and instantly enveloped the entire twelve underground floors!
"Cough cough cough cough." Thick smoke instantly filled the entire twelve underground floors. The unprepared demon party ability users were choked with tears in the choking smoke and kept coughing.
"Don't mess around!" Clinton's voice was heard first among the billowing smoke, and then messy gunshots and human screams of pain came from the direction of Carl and Chu Zifeng.
At this time, Clinton, who was also choked by the smoke and his eyes were red and swollen, did not care about this. On the contrary, he rushed in front of him as soon as the smoke broke out, and then pressed the figure directly in front of him.
On the ground.
In the smoke that was so choking that people couldn't open their eyes, Clinton's right hand squeezed Huang Xiaobei's neck tightly. Full of tears, he stared at Huang Xiaobei's pupils shining with light gold, and his tone was speechless.
Complex said, "Descendant of the key, you really did not disappoint the prophet!"
"Fuck your grandma's prophet!" Huang Xiaobei blushed from being pinched, but he still kept yelling.
"I'll give you another chance. If you kill Weslin, you still have a way to live." Clinton covered his mouth and nose with his left hand, and squeezed Huang Xiaobei's neck with his big hand with his right hand slightly harder.
"No way!"
Clinton's eyes were cold, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, "Why do you still think you can make a comeback? Do you still think you can continue to use your abilities? Do you think we don't know that you are a waste who only inherited less than half of your bloodline?"
"Damn it, it's useless, but look what this is!" After saying this, Huang Xiaobei suddenly pulled out the dagger hidden in his waist and stabbed Clinton's right hand that was grabbing his neck.
"Ah!" A scream came out, and Chu Zifeng's sharp dagger instantly pierced the bones of Clinton's right arm. Under the pain, Clinton subconsciously let go, and Huang Xiaobei quickly rolled and crawled away from the ground, running away.