"Are you Chinese so stupid?"

A sneer came from the low wall, "Even though you know that there are top experts from the World Hacker Alliance hidden here, you still dare to sway like this nearby."

Bajie and Long looked in the sound. There was a man standing on the short wall. The wall was not tall, but this man was very tall, with black skin, white teeth, and dressed well in a well-tailored manner. He spoke very fluently in Chinese.

Long Daxiang and Bazhi frowned slightly at the same time, "Who is this black guy?"

The dark-skinned brows on the wall raised, revealing a bit of aloof and fierce look, "I am Noi, the number one master of the third-tier hacker of the World Hacker League, Plas..."

"No matter who you are!"

Before the dark skin finished speaking, eight fingers directly showed his double rows of short shotguns and pointed at the low wall, "I'll shoot you first."

With the roar of Eight Fingers, the dark-skinned man on the low wall suddenly shivered all over. His thick thighs and hard and thick big feet seemed to be about to fall from the wall, and a layer of cold sweat also oozed out from his black and shiny forehead.

It's okay to like to show off, but before showing off, you have to think about the consequences. The dark-skinned look is a master and looks arrogant. As a result, when someone lit up, he didn't even have the most basic chance to dodge.

Click...

The trigger was pulled, and at this moment, the dark-skinned eyes widened, and his heart had already trembled. If he were a big black bird with feathers on his body, he would probably have fallen all over the floor at this moment.

Despair, fear, horror...

All kinds of emotions were distorted on his face, and his eyes stared at the double rows of short shotguns with black holes in the muzzle, staring at death.

Bang?

There was no gunshot, and there was not even a fart on the gun barrel. There seemed to be a faint smoke coming out. It must be the smell of gunpowder burning after the bullet was shot out of the gun barrel. However, none of this existed, it was all the fantasies of the dark-skinned man standing on the low wall.

"Damn, what's going on?" Eight fingers turned the gun barrel over, and one of his eyes looked back and forth between the two gun barrels. At this time, if bullets were fired from the muzzle, half of his head would be blown away, bloody, mixed with brain, skull and eyeballs.

Tat...

Long Daxiang used two fingers to knock on the barrel of the gun, then knocked on the position of the gun chamber, frowned, and glared: "Lao Ba, you haven't waited for old age yet, your head is not easy to use."

"What's wrong?"

"What's wrong... you didn't load bullets in your gun."

"Um?"

Bazhi laughed, "I forgot that when I was sleeping last night, the wild cat outside the window was so loud that I shot it out the window."

Long Daxiang said: "It's also a cat, it's fate. You are just not in love at all."

The two of them said one by one, and they were so cool under the big tree. The dark skin on the low wall came back from the shock. He had the excitement of surviving the disaster, but he was even more angry with disrespect. It was like a burning fire, and he couldn't put it in his chest, so he rushed to the top of his head.

"You two..."

The dark-skinned man's lips were trembling, as if he had suffered a great humiliation, "Bastard, you dare to ignore me like this, after all, I am..."

"He's so nonsense."

"Well, I think he's annoyed, too."

"What should I do?"

"What else can I do? It is definitely not possible to deal with such self-righteous foreign garbage, reasoning, humane, and sympathy, only..."

Eight fingers turned their eyes to the dark-skinned man, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Pan him!"

A dark-skinned man is a master. His best kung fu is Jiu-jitsu. He has produced many Jiu-jitsu experts in the land where he gave birth to him and raised him. He is naturally proud and does not accept the so-called masters. Of course, he also has the capital of arrogance. He defeated seven Jiu-jitsu experts in seven consecutive days.

At this moment, he believed that he was confident that he would kill the two bastards at the moment. Not only did he have fists, but he also had two knives in his hand.

The dark-skinned man jumped off the wall and attacked Bazhi and Long Daxiang. The eighteen martial arts were just legends. As long as one martial arts was proficient, it would be enough to gain a foothold in the world.

But what he never expected was that Long Daxiang and Bajing, who were wearing a ruffian, actually...

In the Shao family's yard and the reception room in the front yard, the tea fragrance is everywhere. A few exquisite small pastries are placed on the table, exuding a faint appetite-catching atmosphere.

Plath tasted a small pastry and the tea in the cup. He was the leader of the few Western men who had just returned from the SUV. He was not old and his breath was sharp.

I am used to drinking coffee, and occasionally drink this kind of high-quality tea and eat this kind of high-quality pastry. It is said that this tea is the first tea leaf picked by a young and beautiful girl from the tea tree, and it is dried by another young and beautiful girl. The girl is not only beautiful, but also the craftsmanship of the tea is passed down from the ancestral tree. The best-quality tea, and paired with this kind of high-quality ancestral craft, can definitely be considered a perfect match.

The same is true for this pastry. A girl from the pastry family in Yanjing City spent a day and night to cook the ingredients.

Plas enjoyed the tea and the pastry, half-squinted his eyes and looked intoxicated, thinking a lot in his mind, thinking of the three young and beautiful girls. He liked this kind of life, this kind of enjoyment, and the intense and exciting task, and completely released himself. No matter whether this task is successful or failed, it is a good experience, right?

Opposite Plas, sitting a middle-aged man from China, looking in his forties, with a little bald head, two bags of his eyes pulled down, and his eyes were covered with red bloodshot. This is a typical person who was poisoned by wine and color.

This middle-aged Chinese man looked flattering. He was Shao Kangfu, the owner of the Shao family yard. "Mr. Plass, I have packed the goods you asked me to find last time and will be exported to the place you mentioned tomorrow, but..."

Plath opened his eyes slightly narrowed, "Don't worry, these are rare resources that your country prohibits exports. I promise you that the price will not be reduced."

Shao Kangfu smiled and said, "Mr. Plass is up to his word and keeps his word. I am naturally relieved. But there is another situation. I want to report it to Mr. Plass."

Plass said: "Say."

Shao Kangfu said: "Hey, say this, Lord Plass, don't get me wrong. I, Shao, is not a villain who is greedy for cheapness. The raw materials are too expensive this time. I'll go on this trip..."

Plas smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Shao, I heard that you lost tens of millions in Men'ao last month. Your company has been targeted by people from the tax bureau recently. You are now in debt outside and the company is in trouble. There are also several financial reporters waiting to report on the things you have been shamed over the years."

Shao Kangfu's expression was slightly stunned, "Sir Plas, you... do you know everything?"

Plath said: "If you do things for our hacker alliance, of course I have to know you clearly. If you want to get more money from me, don't dream, but don't rush to speak. Although I can't satisfy your big talk about money, I can solve your troubles."

Shao Kangfu's originally depressed face suddenly became happy, "Take it serious?"
Chapter completed!