The horn was so excited, "It hurts? I'm saving you!"

After saying that, he still swung his chair and smashed the other party. As he smashed, the blood rushing speed of the wound he was shot became weaker.

"Damn it, a magical artifact!"

"Can the Spirit be resurrected so easily?"

While he muttered to himself with his head down, he was still speaking Cantonese. The two resurrected black men were already kneeling and shouting God, and Amanda Shahi was not much better.

Almost the time, the sirens whistled quickly, and policemen were yelling loudly outside the store, grabbing guns.

The first black man who was resurrected stood up and was killed by two shots.

The horn turned around and grabbed the gun and shot.

A moment later, eight policemen lay down on the chaotic streets, and two police cars were beaten up. The horn spoke to Amanda Xiaxi with a gentle face, "You know everything. I am not beating you now, I just use this magical thing to save you. If it hurts, bear it."

Amanda, a beautiful bar girl, was shot three times by stray bullets, one shot in the chest and two shots in the thigh.

To endure a hint of soberness, Amanda clenched his teeth, "Kamun, North Nose!"

The trumpet grabbed the chair and started to smash it. As it hit, bullets fell off from her body, and the wounds became smaller and smaller.

Although at a glance, Amanda was a little bit bruised and swollen when she was smashed, her crying screams were getting louder and louder and more energetic.

It hurts really hurts, it is the kind of pain that is tortured by being beaten up by someone carrying a chair.

It can cure injuries, and this effect is not ordinary magical!

……………………

Half an hour later.

The trumpet looked at the crowd sitting all over the floor with a bruised nose and a swollen face, as if the pain was twitching all over his body. He smoked a cigar and said, "Damn it, I'm so tired..."

A group of resurrected policemen, the three thieves were shouting God while staring at the trumpet and their hands were twisted and transformed into half-waste chairs.

This is so true, who can believe it?

Those who are already dead and die can be beaten by various hammers on a metal chair, and can be resurrected and healed.

This is not a twisted and deformed metal chair, this is a magical tool!

Could it be the seat of the god of death?

The trumpet mask was not untied, but pushed it upwards above the nose and smoked the cigar again, "After playing for so long, everyone is tired. You guys say, if I were willing to sell this magical chair, how much can it cost?"

A policeman who was shot dead once in the forehead said shocked, "Would you like to sell this artifact?"

He is the leader of the team, at the level of the New York police surveillance.

Laba said decisively, "Sell it, why not sell it?!"

Anyway, it was because of his random thoughts that he could resurrect a person by beating the corpse like this, which led to such a situation.

What’s amazing is not the chair, but his suddenly extra buck teeth!

Such an exciting thing... Libo doesn't mind that he has changed his teeth by himself. It's better to keep buckling and have the ability to keep buckling.

He is not a good-looking guy.

The middle-aged police officer stood up decisively, "Please wait, I'll contact the first brother immediately."

……………………

One hour later.

Somewhere in a remote street in New York, the number one policeman James Parker walked forward with an incredible look on his face.

In a restaurant with lights on in front, Honk and Amanda were eating, and four or five police officers were guarding the door.

Arriving at the restaurant, James looked like a broken egg, "Supervisor David, have you drunk too much or got stupid? I woke me up in the middle of the night just to tell me that there is a magical chair that can resurrect the dead?"

David was the police supervisor who led the team before.

If David was the only one who called in the middle of the night, James would definitely not believe it... He could not resist the eight-member team on duty at that time, all reported to him on the phone, and they all swear that everything was true.

The person who holds that chair is willing to sell the Magic Resurrection Chair...

No matter how absurd and unruly this matter sounds, considering that James came in the end, this world is not without miracles. What if, what if? He also heard about the outdated remote control being stopped.

The eight policemen swear in various ways.

Under his scolding, David and other policemen who were still bruised and swollen, swore and were once again swearing and excited, and even pointed to the restaurant.

James Parker then walked in with his assistant with a puzzled look on his face. Seeing the horn with sunglasses and hat, and Amanda, James asked, "Your Excellency seems familiar?"

The trumpet put down the food and laughed, "If you don't talk about those messy things, I'm here to sell things. If you are willing to buy it, just open a price."

After all, the speaker put on makeup before going out, and the makeup skills learned under the cover of Chinese magical powers are not a complete change. However, with buck teeth and makeup, his image at this moment is already quite different from the "Rothpick" that makes countless policemen and frightened.

James Parker glanced at him a few more times, "I don't believe there are such magical treasures in this world. Even if there are, why would you sell them?"

The trumpet raised his hand and killed Director James' assistant with two bangs.

One shot of the forehead, one shot of the heart.

James was furious, but he was already pointed at the horn when he was pulling out his gun. Instead, Superintendent David walked in, "Your Excellency, don't be excited, this is just a display."

James Parker was at a loss. He now suspected that Superintendent David and his several subordinates had betrayed the A-mei family...

The trumpet said again, "Calm down and watch me perform."

Next, he performed all kinds of corpse-torture beatings, chairs, plates, sticks in the restaurant, and even punched and kicked an assistant himself. After a few minutes of performance, he spoke, "Look, I have no effect on him like this."

“Now is the real technology to be demonstrated.”

Turning around from behind the original seat, he took out the metal chair with deformed and twisted marks. The speaker beat a certain assistant again. As he beat him, the guy who was shot on the forehead and heart was confirmed to be dead and was resurrected.

He pleaded with hem and begged for mercy, "Stop hitting, hero, it hurts me so much..."

James Parker is so stupid!

Superintendent David pulled his collar excitedly and shouted, "This is the artifact, the best artifact God has given us!"

The trumpet said to the assistant, "You can bear it first, I will help you shoot the bullet out, and the wound will be smaller, otherwise you may not be able to go directly to the hospital now."

After a few more minutes of beating, the assistant was also bruised and swollen. He felt his bones all over his body were broken. He forced himself to kneel on the ground, "Okay, OK, I really can't stand it."

The trumpet sat back and said to James Parker, "Hiss Secretary, do you believe it now? I wonder how much money you are willing to pay?"

James Parker's three views were broken and stitched together, and he barely sat on the other side of the aisle, "You're really willing to sell it? I don't think it's logical."

With such a treasure, who would be willing to sell it? There are traps here?

The trumpet shrugged, "Although the things are good, I need more money. I will sell them to you for 100 million knives."

James frowned, "One hundred million knives are not bad, but I want more attempts, such as letting me catch it myself to resurrect a person..."

The trumpet stood up and left, "If you don't buy it, I'll go and talk to F, DEA, I!"

James was shocked, "Wait, I didn't mean that."

Speaking of this, he hurriedly winked at the Superintendent David. David smiled and stepped forward to stop the horn, "Sir, we don't mean that. We will buy it, just such a large sum of money, wait a little longer."

In fact, he not only called James, but also contacted more people. If the deal fails, he plans to make another reckless move.

The big buck teeth horn has undergone makeup influence, and its image has been quite different from that of the madman tyrant Rothpike, but the image of the horn is still Asian.

Asians have such treasures. If they can buy them, they can buy them. If the situation is wrong, they can grab them.

……………………

Three o'clock in the morning.

In the conference room of the New York General Administration, James Parker walked into the conference room with a bruised nose and a swollen face. The groups of deputy bureaus who were already waiting here were stunned.

What's going on?

Why did the boss get beaten up? It seems that he was beaten a little badly?

James Parker endured the pain and grabbed the puzzles one by one for his assistant to distribute them. When everyone saw the puzzle, there was an Asian man with big buck teeth.

It is five or six points similar to the crazy tyrant Rothpike, but if you don't place the trumpet photos and puzzles together, no one will immediately think of Rothpike.

How similar are you... How similar do you think Jaylen and Tony Dadu are?

How much is missing? It is already very big to give the outside world. Before Dr. Zhao traveled through time, Andy Lau's best stand-in, Mr. Du, was very similar to Benhua?

Not to mention the loudspeaker's big buck teeth are prominent at the moment.

As a group of leaders pondered at the puzzle, James coughed lightly, "Previously, the General Administration killed more than 20 detectives in order to capture this Asian gangster. I went to the front line and was also injured."

A group of leadership was in an uproar.

Before they arrived, they also heard some news and rumors, but they still didn't expect that more than 20 people would die at once. How many were injured?

A deputy director immediately slapped the table, "It's so rampant. Who do he think he is? He openly provoked our police..."

James interrupted before he could finish his words, "This person is not the key, and the damage to this battle is not the key. The key is that this person has a magical chair in his hand that can revive the dead by hitting the dead."

Leaders, “…”!!!

The number one brother is drunk too much? Are you stupid?
To be continued...