From the third floor up, five or six people will leave the team on each floor and sweep along the corridor of the floor to kill the killer of the floor.
All the way up, until reaching the seventh floor, there were less than ten people left in the thorn bird beside Wang Yong.
At this time, a group of people appeared on the stairs.
Lost angel Ben Hong.
Ben Hong was followed by a small team, with contempt on everyone's face.
They have reason to scorn, because they are the most elite killers here. I stayed by the side of Lord Abraham all the time and didn't do anything.
Otherwise, Wang Yong and others would not have been able to attack. They would have been killed outside.
Now, it's time to prove them!
Wang Yong saw Ben Hong with a smile on his face and said, "you're lucky that you didn't kill you last time. I didn't expect to take the initiative to send it to the door this time. It seems that Abraham doesn't cherish his subordinates very much. "
This made Ben Hong's face black. What Wang Yong said was the truth. At the beginning, Wang Yong was holding that terrible sword, just like killing God, which scared his liver and gall.
If samle didn't rush up and take the initiative to bear Wang Yong's anger, I'm afraid he, not samle, is lying in the mortuary now.
For Wang Yong, Ben Hong had an instinctive fear.
"How can Lord Abraham treat me without you! You will bully me. Lord Abraham is waiting for you upstairs. If you have the ability, go to him! " Ben Hong opened his mouth and immediately lost the face of the fallen angel.
Before, he also threatened to let the enemy see the power of the top experts. After less than five minutes, he became such a counsellor.
Even the killers behind Ben Hong subconsciously despise him.
But Ben Hong doesn't care. What is disgrace? Better than losing your life?
Wang Yong's terror has never been seen by others, but he has. No one but Abraham could resist his attack. It was a tactical success to lure him to the ninth floor and take the initiative to die.
Ben Hong stares at Wang Yong nervously. He is afraid that Wang Yong is as shameless as him. He just wants to bully him, kill him and then go to find Abraham.
A moment later, Wang Yong finally spoke slowly. The words let Ben Hong's heart finally settle down.
"Good! I'll give you a chance! I'll go to Abraham, and you can educate this lost angel here. " The white rose behind Wang yongchong blinked and said.
White rose is a master of dark strength. When Ben Hong meets him, the chance of winning is not high.
White rose a smile, nodded, and then red Ben Hong hook hook fingers.
Ben Hong is very angry immediately. Mother's labor and capital are worried about how to pick up the lost face, but you little pawn jumped out on your own initiative. Isn't this about death?
So Ben Hong roared, suddenly spread his body, and rushed up under the cover of a black curtain.
And the killers behind Ben Hong also rushed on one after another and started a fight with the remaining thorn birds.
Both sides have a tacit agreement not to use thermal weapons. But with cold weapons and fists in the fight, only to use the most thorough means to defeat the opponent, let the opponent convinced!
Wang Yong followed only Yuan Lin to the elevator.
In this case, taking the elevator is tantamount to self suicide, but they don't care. Just because the elevator is fast enough.
Ding Dong, the elevator door on the eighth floor is open. It was a series of bullets to meet Wang Yong and Yuan Lin.
The bullet swept into the elevator, trying to kill them on the way to the ninth floor.
It's just that they're still too slow.
As early as when the elevator door just opened, there was a figure flashing out from above, like a big monkey.
The figure gently fell behind several shooters, there was no complicated and superfluous action, just a pinch, the necks of the shooters were broken.
It wasn't until the shooter breathed that he noticed someone behind him. We can see how far the man is.
Clapping his hands, Yuan Lin threw the body of the last shooter on the ground and walked into the elevator again.
Then he pressed the close button of the elevator door.
Now that he has learned how to use it, he finds it very interesting.
Wang Yong popped down from the top of the elevator and praised, "yes, it's much faster."
Yuan Lin is a face of complacency, more and more looking forward to the next level of the enemy.
The elevator soon reached the ninth floor, where several shooters were waiting.
But they don't know that what they are waiting for is not a military achievement, but a tiger.
Yuan Lin just to show his speed, this action is more simple. It was just a whoosh, and the man disappeared.
The shooter outside the door didn't even have time to open fire. There was a sound of fragmentation in his neck and he fell to the ground.
Only the last shooter pulled the trigger, but the accuracy was no longer good. All the bullets hit the top of the corridor, and none of them went into the elevator.
But even so, this guy still made Yuan Lin very unhappy.
Because Yuan Lin's planned routine of loading was not completed, Yuan Lin angrily picked up the gun on the ground and poured all the remaining bullets into the guy's body.
After that, Yuan Lin threw away his gun and looked at Wang Yong in the elevator.
Knowing Yuan Lin's mood, Wang Yong patted him on the head and said, "yes, it's half as fast as last time. I can't do it. The point is that you can use a gun. How clever
Once again praised by Wang Yong, Yuan Lin's unhappiness suddenly dissipated, and happily followed Wang Yong to the former battlefield conference room.
When he was about to enter the door of the conference room, Yuan Lin became addicted to playing and wanted to get in first, show himself again and get the first prize.
But Wang Yong grabbed him: "you can't fix that guy inside. I'll come."
This is a reminder to Yuan Lin that he had a hand with Abraham when he rescued Wang Yong. The terror power of Abraham really made him afraid, even in his heart like a child state, not affected by Abraham's fist intention, he still fell behind.
Now that Abraham knows he's not affected by his fist, he'll pay attention to that again. However, it was impossible for Yuan Lin to get any advantage from Abraham.
In the whole building, Wang Yong is the only one who can fight against Abraham. Wang Yong is in a state of burning blood.
"What? Timid? " Then the voice of Abraham came from the conference room.
Wang Yong gave a cold smile and said, "if I were timid, I would not come. I just want to be in a mood to appreciate your anger. It must be very painful for you to have so many people dead, isn't it
With a bang, Wang Yong saw Abraham standing in the middle of the conference room.
There's only one person, single and powerful.
"It's a little heartache, but it's not so bad. Because you're worth more than that. You are beyond my expectation. You have joined the black hand block. It's really a wonderful move. " Said Abraham calmly.
Wang Yong laughed so that people could not see the details. As he walked in, he said: "black hand block? You shouldn't just see the black hand block with your eyesight, should you? Did you eat an agent of the French Foreign Security Agency? "
"Ha ha, bluff me?" Abraham laughed scornfully.
Just a heavy worry flashed in his eyes, which proved that what he thought in his heart was not like what his appearance showed. He really doubted the identity of those thorn birds brought by Wang Yong.
Those people act like agents too much. It seems that there are no other departments except the French external security agency that can dispatch so many elite agents in such a short time.
The external security agency's reputation has only declined in recent years. In the past, it was the second intelligence agency in the world. Thin dead camels are bigger than horses, and they still have strength.
"You know if I'm bluffing you. Today I'm here to take her Wang Yong looks at the ice coffin beside him, and his heart aches inexplicably.
Cecia's body is well protected, her face looks like before she died, and she even keeps her last faint smile. It looks like a pure white manjushahua.
Even if she is driving on the road of huangquan, I'm afraid she can bring people faith and rebirth, right?
Wang Yongyou thought, and his sad mood suddenly became firm.
"At the same time, I'll take your head away!" Wang Yong's voice is cold.
Abraham laughed contemptuously, stretched out an index finger and shook it at Wang Yong: "no, no, you look too high on yourself. There is only one ending for you, that is to be buried here. Come on, let's have a duel with Pushkin! "
Pushkin at that time for a Moscow first beauty, choose to duel with rival. Finally, he died at the muzzle of his rival and died for love.
But what Abraham said about the duel between them was much more elegant.
However, Wang Yong learned from Abraham and shook his index finger, saying, "no, no, you are not my rival at all. How can secret love count? If I count, I'm afraid I'll have to face thousands of men. You are no different from the ordinary people who worship chekia. You can't even count as a spare tire, so don't raise your price
"You..." Abraham was stabbed in the pain, and there was anger in his eyes.
He stares at Wang Yong fiercely, points at Yuan Lin suddenly and says: "how? Are you going to leave him here to die? I don't mind using a little more effort to solve him first. "
This is not a threat to Abraham. If he wants to kill Yuan Lin, Yuan Lin can't stop him.
But it will not be as easy as what he said. When Yuan Lin resisted, Wang Yong was likely to attack successfully. He said so only to deliberately support yuan Lin.
How can Wang Yong not understand the meaning of Abraham, but listen to Wang Yong or agreed.
"Yuan Lin, you stay at the door. If anyone comes, kill them. "
Yuan Lin, who had always followed Wang Yong's advice, looked at Abraham angrily and went out.
Bang, the door of the conference room is closed. For a moment, only Wang Yong and Abraham were left in the room.
Since Abraham wants a Pushkin style duel, Wang Yong will satisfy him!
For nothing else, just for chekia to lie by! Wang Yong does not want to let the man Zhu Sha Hua in the heart be stained with a trace of dirt!
Wang Yong's last love for chekia is as pure as the white manjushahua on the road to the yellow spring.