On Tuesday, the fat man checked into the hotel with a large group of men. Some were watching downstairs, some were alerting in the surveillance room, and some were guarding him and colluding with the fans they brought.

His sweetheart baby was wearing sexy clothes and looking at him with blurred eyes.

The fat man's saliva was almost flowing down: "Half an hour, no, an hour."

This is for his subordinates and for him to listen to himself. Such a sexy sweetheart baby is worth an hour.

At the same time, Yuan Pengfei, disguised as a disguise, had already arrived downstairs. The tiger's canvas was wrapped around his left arm, and a silencer pistol was holding in his right hand. He had already figured out what to do.

"Hey, do you guys recognize this thing?" He asked teasingly on the face of the man who was standing guard on the first floor.

The man turned his head stiffly, not knowing what trick he was doing, but he also answered honestly: "Silencer pistol?"

"No, it's a tiger." Yuan Pengfei shrugged and showed him the tiger wrapped around his left arm openly: "Have you heard of the fierce and fierce tiger?"

"Maybe it was a famous quote that someone said?" the man replied, but he was even more confused. What exactly should he do?

But a huge furry claw suddenly stretched out from the scroll and instantly passed by his chest. The man's eyes were wide open and he died with his eyes open.

"That was said by Saint Confucius. You said it wrong, so you have to die!"

Yuan Pengfei twisted his body and wanted to dance. This verdict gave him a taste of becoming a god of death.

The way of killing seems to be somewhat similar to that of a murderer - Jack the Ripper.

The nickname of the open claw is absolutely exciting and can make the enemy frightened and panic all day long.

He raised the canvas on his left arm and rushed up the stairwell.

The 6th in the monitoring room.

The 7th in the stairwell.

The 8th outside the room door.

At this time, the people in the room also found something wrong, and there was a smell of blood.

Tom, the second in charge in the room, picked up the walkie-talkie and asked his subordinates in the monitoring room, but no one answered.

One of his subordinates was about to open the door and go out to take a look when they saw the blood seeping in from the crack of the door on the ground.

"There are enemies!"

Several people held guns and shot at the door, and bullets flew and knocked the door into a sieve.

"Ceasefire." Tom waved his hand and gave a look at one of his subordinates.

My subordinates were reluctant, but they could only encourage themselves, walked to the door carefully, and opened the door.

The body leaning behind the door, which was beaten into a sieve, hit him in his arms, and the blood directly dyed him a bloody man.

The fat man in the room had been alarmed. He got up from the bed and called the man on duty on the first floor, "Hey, hey."

No one answered the phone.

He didn't care about packing the banknotes in the safe, took out a Uz submachine gun from the gun cabinet and took his men to find a way out. He didn't even agree to his sweetheart call him.

Passing by the TV that monitors the stairwell, he almost scared him to death after a look, "Jack the Ripper?"

When Tom heard this, he came over curiously, and the same thoughts were in his mind. It was too bloody and violent, how could he be more violent than them!

It's simply cruel.

The group ran down in a panic, and Yuan Pengfei walked briskly behind him, accompanied by a scream, and the ninth one was solved.

"He's behind!"

"You bring someone to block him."

The fat man pushed Tom, threw down all three of his men, and ran down by himself.

But this was still a futile struggle. With a gunshot and a scream, the tiger in the canvas was unblocked.

The new function confirms an idiom - making accomplice for a tiger. A person who is bitten to death by a tiger will help the tiger hurt people, and is called accomplice.

After a burst of black smoke, a light black figure appeared, which was the accountant of the village.

This ghost has not many functions, only a ghost body and a distorted mind. It’s okay to deceive people, but it’s almost impossible to let him do it.

But this is pretty good. Having something is better than not. One person and one ghost is always better than one person.

Downstairs, the fat man was still running away frantically, and no one stopped him and he had already run to the underground garage.

He found his car, opened the back door and sat in it, urging the driver at a fast speed: "Drive quickly, hurry up!"

But the driver did not do what he said, but turned his head 180 degrees and looked at him with dead eyes.

The fat man's hair was all over his body. He raised his gun and fired. The sound of gunfire was endless. In an instant, a shuttle was shot. The dead driver was whipped into a sieve.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the black muzzle was pressed against his temple, and a cold voice sounded in his ears: "If it were you, I wouldn't have made unnecessary struggles. After all, you wouldn't want to see your internal organs, right?"

The fat man didn't dare to glance around casually, and said with a grievance: "Brother, don't kill me, I'll give you money. I have 200,000 US dollars in my safe, and I can pay 2 million US dollars to buy my life, don't kill me."

"Oh, I can't tell you are so valuable!"

Yuan Pengfei patted his face in a series, feeling a sense of boredom. Things went too smoothly, and this fat man was too sensible.

Handing him the note and phone number, Yuan Pengfei said lightly: "Call this phone and listen to what the other party says."

The fat man seemed to have grabbed the straw that helped him to call and immediately called, waiting for the other party's conditions.

"I'm Moritzo, it seems you've returned to the city."

The sound on the phone was a little distorted. The fat man swallowed and said incoherently: "Yes, it's not true. I mean I'll only stay for one day."

"Is that so, then I'm sure it will be your last day, and we will never have to see your dead pig face again."

The sound from the phone was very arrogant. If I had been fucked in front of me, the fat man would have responded without hesitation, and even more arrogant than the other party.

But at this moment he could only obey the other side's answer and said "yes" tremblingly, begging for a turning point of survival.

Yuan Pengfei took the phone, listened to the employer's instructions, and asked lightly: "Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Repeat my words."

"Do you understand?"

"uh-huh."

Yuan Pengfei snorted lightly and stared at him dissatisfiedly. Is this fat man looking like a pig? Is his brain the same as a pig's brain?

The fat man reacted instantly, "I understand, I understand."

"Very good, saying the wrong thing will come at a price. I will take the US dollar away." Yuan Pengfei gave the final verdict, put away the gun and walked out.

After about ten seconds, the fat man breathed a sigh of relief and felt glad that he had saved his life.

But suddenly a sound rang out not far behind him, almost scaring his heart: "Don't you say goodbye to me?"
Chapter completed!