Chapter 442

"I have a proposal."

Facing the black muzzle of several guns around him, he Xie seemed to have not seen it and smiled.

Zhang Ziwei turned around and looked at He Xie. He was surprised for the first time on his gloomy face.

There are really few people in the world who can face the muzzle of a gun and remain indifferent.

"You can keep them pointing guns at me." He Xie looked at Zhang Ziwei and smiled faintly.

He stretched out a finger, gently waved it and continued, "but so far, this is my greatest tolerance for you."

In the face of talents, he Xie has always been more tolerant.

But Zhang Ziwei didn't think so. He thought he Xie was crazy.

Who is leading the situation now? Is this person completely confused about the situation?

He smiled and smiled ferociously: "do you think Mr. Yan is standing behind me, I dare not kill you?"

What a joke!

He is going to die on Hong Kong Island this time!

He is not afraid of death. How can he be afraid of Mr. Yan?

He Xie sighed in his heart. It seems that Zhang Ziwei's brain hasn't turned around these days.

This man is very axial

However, the axis is good. The axis people have the right idea. Generally, they don't have one set on the surface and one set behind the other. This is the best quality to be a subordinate.

"What is the purpose of your coming?" Zhang Ziwei asked coldly.

"Kill, save." What evil way.

"Kill who? Save who? " Zhang Ziwei asked again.

"Kill those who should be killed and save those who should be saved." He Xie smiled.

"Are you kidding me?" Zhang Ziwei smiled again.

He suddenly took out his gun and put the muzzle of the gun against He Xie's head: "Oh, I'll only ask you again. If you don't tell me, I'll shoot you in the head!"

He stared at He Xie's eyes and said, "kill who? Save who? "

WOW!

The next moment, Zhang Ziwei only felt a flower in his eyes and a light in his hands. He Xie moved before he could react.

He saw only a flash of human figure, and his four confidants in the cabin fell to the ground one after another.

Zhang Ziwei was shocked. He suddenly turned around and saw he Xie sitting in the back chair, playing with his gun and looking at him with a smile.

The cold sweat instantly soaked Zhang Ziwei's whole body.

What is this

He was a little confused. He just felt a cold surge from the tail vertebrae all over his body in an instant.

"You should respect my proposal most," He Xie pointed a gun at Zhang Ziwei. "Tell me, how can it end now?"

Zhang Ziwei was stiff and still looked at He Xie.

Dong Dong!

He Xie knocked on the table, slightly impatient and said, "how do you end, ah?"

"What the hell do you want to do?" Zhang Ziwei asked in a much weaker tone.

"Why didn't you ask so well?" He Xie asked back, "I have to make my sword and crossbow. Now I'm good. Have I torn my face? You say I'll shoot you now. Do you deserve it? Ah? After a lot of hard planning, I died before I started. Do you think I'm wronged? Regret or not? "

Zhang Ziwei: "

Bang!

He Xie suddenly patted the table, stared and shouted, "speak!"

"..." Zhang Ziwei looked at He Xie. He felt that the man was mentally abnormal.

"I'm going to work hard," he said to He Xie word by word. "Somehow someone wants to participate. What do you think I should do?"

"Oh, do I have to tell you, welcome, that's it!" Zhang Ziwei finally yelled out.

He is the most inexplicable and oppressed one!

He just wanted to die in his place, and then a Mr. Yan came out. He didn't know what to do. Of course he had to ask.

"Are you happy now?" He Xie sneered, "come on, tell me your last words. What do you think of dying before you graduate?"

Zhang Ziwei closed his mouth again.

Pop.

He Xie put down his gun and pointed to the opposite side: "sit down."

After waiting for a while, he Xie squinted and sneered, "don't you dare? What about the courage to draw a gun at me? "

Zhang Ziwei was calm and sat opposite He Xie.

"I don't care what tricks you want to play," he told him. "I don't want to play with you! You either kill me or let me go! "

He Xie looked at him strangely and said, "did you think about this possibility? Mr. Yan also wanted to kill the eight faced Buddha, so he used you and wanted to cooperate with you?"

"Yes." Zhang Ziwei said in a deep voice, "I've thought about it since he didn't stop me from killing sander."

Sander is the eldest son of the eight faced Buddha.

"But the greater possibility is that Mr. Yan just wants to take back his own rights." Zhang Ziwei looked at He Xie, "they are brothers, brothers. If you say he wants to kill, I believe it?"

"We have different purposes, so we have nothing to talk about!" He said.

"Then you're not afraid that you don't cooperate. Mr. Yan just informs the eight faced Buddha?" He Xie asked again.

"Will he?" Zhang Ziwei sneered, "he wants me to fight with the octahedral Buddha on Hong Kong Island. This will not affect the stability of the golden triangle, but also allow him to take over the power. Why did he snitch? "

"But I'm afraid he'll ruin my business at the last minute!" Zhang Ziwei stared into He Xie's eyes, "dare you say that you were not sent by him to save the life of the eight faced Buddha in the end?"

"You still think very thoroughly..." He Xie lost his smile. The information is not equal. He treats others by himself. In addition, he is stubborn and too vigilant. Zhang Ziwei can't say that he is wrong, but such people are often easy to complicate simple things.

It's like when you go to work, you obviously have an acquaintance and call to help you get it done in a few minutes, but you'd rather run around and do it for three or five days than call. And you feel at ease when you're done.

In fact, you don't have to go through the back door to make a phone call. It just makes you less wronged and simplify the program

Zhang Ziwei is such a person.

He Xie thought for a moment and said, "in this way, can I be sincere enough to help you kill the whole family of the eight faced Buddha?"

Zhang Ziwei was stunned and uncertain.

"You..." he looked at He Xie. "Mr. Yan really wants to kill his brother's family?"

"I want to kill." He Xie smiled.

"You're not Mr. Yan's man?" Zhang Ziwei was even more surprised.

"Did I say that?" He Xie asked.

Zhang Ziwei was stunned for a long time and said, "who are you?"

"My last name is He Xie," He Xie said with a smile, "you can call me, he Ye."

The muscles on Zhang Ziwei's face twitched a few times and took an old slot. He was stunned and didn't spit out.

"Why did you kill the eight faced Buddha?" He asked.

"Must I have a reason?" He Xie asked.

Zhang Ziwei looked at him silently.

"His hairstyle is too ugly. It looks like Einstein." He Xie thought, "how about this reason?"

Zhang Ziwei was stunned for a long time, and suddenly couldn't help laughing.

He laughed back and forth, and tears came down his eyes.

"He Ye! What a master you are! " He thumbed up and wiped his tears. He was out of breath. "That's a great reason! I think his hairstyle has been bad for a long time! "