When Horton was escorted by the black man and was ready to escape from the emergency elevator, an old and cold voice came from behind: "Mr. Horton, what are you doing in such a hurry?"
After hearing the sound, he suddenly shook his body and slowly turned around. An old man looked at himself with a smile, but his cold killing intention flashed through the bottom of his eyes.
"Ai, Mr. Allen, why are you here?" Horton managed to squeeze out a smile, but his smile was more ugly than crying.
"We're old friends. Of course we're here to catch up with you." The old man stepped forward and sat on the sofa in the office, while the fat man stood respectfully behind him.
"Mr. Horton's life is good." The old man looked at the remaining half of the red wine and cigars, listened to the jazz music in his ears, and his face smiled more.
"Just occasional leisure." Horton quickly apologized.
"There are outsiders here. It seems inconvenient to talk." The old man spoke softly.
His voice fell, the fat man's eyes sank behind him, and a strong force burst out in his body.
Under the influence of this powerful force, some small ornaments in the office trembled, "bang!" The red wine glass on the table immediately broke with a sound of.
Then, this powerful force gathered in the palm of his hand and attacked the black man fiercely in front of him.
"No!" The black man looked surprised. He was Horton's bodyguard. He usually had a lot of intersection with people from zero organization. He knew what the fat man's ability was.
So he jumped aside, dodged and came to a wine cabinet.
"Bang!" With a sound of, although the force hit the air, it hit a big hole with a diameter of nearly two meters on the glass of the building.
The black man looked at the hole in the glass and was shocked. The office glass was specially made to effectively resist the bullets of the sniper gun and prevent Horton from being assassinated by the sniper.
But at this time, he was pierced by the fat man's move. It can be seen that the power of this blow is extraordinary.
"It was hidden." The fat man's face showed some anger, and the power in his palm gathered again and threw it at the black man.
The black man dodged again, "bang!", The wood of the wine cabinet was broken into pieces, countless debris flew away, and the red wine in the cabinet was also broken to the ground.
The market value of each bottle of these red wines is at least five digit dollars, and there is no market. Although Horton is distressed, he doesn't dare to say a word at this time.
As Horton's bodyguard, the black man naturally has some skills. People with skills will not choose to sit and wait to die.
After dodging the fat man's attack, he touched his waist with both hands and pulled out his weapon like lightning. He held a desert eagle in his right hand and a military dagger in his left hand.
The weapon was in his hand, and he kept on walking, and immediately rushed in the direction of the fat man.
"Bang! Bang! " Two times, the desert eagle in his hand sent out two dull shots, and the two bullets flew quickly towards the fat man's head. The two bullets were not fired at the same time, but one before and one after.
"It's useless!" The fat man roared. With a wave of one hand, an invisible barrier appeared in front of him, ready to resist the bullet attack.
Desert eagle is a large caliber pistol. Its destructive power within range has exceeded that of ordinary assault rifles, but after the bullet hit the barrier, it still stopped without suspense.
But at the moment the bullet hovered, it burst, and the power of the explosion directly tore a hole in the barrier.
"What!" The fat man's face was shocked. He didn't expect that the bullet was a burst bullet, and it was specially made in terms of power.
The Jones consortium not only injects funds for scientific research, but also holds advanced scientific research achievements. It is not uncommon to have this special burst bomb,
Just when the fat man was shocked, another bullet flew down the torn hole and directly attacked him.
At such a close distance, it is almost impossible to dodge bullets, so he can only choose hard resistance. His strength erupted again, and a barrier stood in front of him again.
Because of the sudden incident, the bullet met the barrier and burst before the barrier was completely solidified.
The power of the explosion directly drove the fat man back three or four steps, leaving a bloody wound in front of him. If it were not resisted by the barrier, the shot would almost kill him.
"I killed you!" The fat man roared.
He was no stranger to the black bodyguard, but he didn't pay attention to him at ordinary times, but now he was hurt in his hand, which made him angry.
The invisible power on his hands soared in an instant, turned into an invisible translucent short knife, and rushed towards the black man like a beast.
Although his body was a little fat, his speed was not slow at all. He rushed to the black man in less than a breath, and the short knife in his hand cut directly into his opponent's neck.
But the black man was not a vegetarian. He sensed the danger, "brush!" With a, the dagger flashed in his hand and met the short knife.
"Qiang!" With a crisp sound, the dagger and short knife hit each other, making a crisp sound of steel.
Although the fat man was an S-level master of zero organization, the black man was not weak at all. Neither of them took advantage of this blow.
"Get out of here!" The fat man roared, his strength burst out, drove the black man back three or four steps, and stabbed the short knife in his hand again.
"Bang!" With a crisp sound, the black man's dagger hit the fat man's blade accurately, and hit the blade off the side in an instant. Then the dagger drove straight into the fat man's heart.
"Bang!"
The strength of the fat man suddenly burst out, and a powerful wave centered on his body directly lifted the black man's body out and hit the bookcase not far away.
The bookcase supported by solid wood was directly smashed into pieces, and precious books were scattered on the ground.
These books are manuscripts of some works, or manuscripts of some masters, which are very precious and valuable for collection.
The collision made the black man hurt a lot, and blood stretched out from the corners of his mouth, but he immediately struggled to get up, holding the dagger and pistol in his hand and looking at his opponent coldly