Chapter 2545 Who is the murderer

Bai Paper Fan turned around in surprise and saw two close friends covering their throats.

Their throats spurted out blood, shaking like branches and leaves in the autumn wind, and their hands could not be blocked. Then, the two fell to the ground like dead snakes. In the light, a pair of shining eyes were like carnivores at the top of the biological chain, revealing a bloodthirsty light.

Then, the agile figure seemed to be a falcon, and sprinkled out five black daggers with his back hand. The bodies of the five men who turned around were shocked, as if they were frozen. There was a black dagger in their chests. The severe pain in their hearts made them lose the strength to even shout.

Killing is domineering, killing is silent!

When the white paper fan flew back, the attacker shot over like a sharp arrow. He first grabbed the head of the last confidant of the white paper fan and played a big spin like a wheel. The gang member who was pulling his gun was instantly deprived of his life, and his neck was twisted and deformed like a twist.

"Come,,"

The white paper fan finally shouted out a word from the shock. Unfortunately, it was too late. The person who came jumped high and kicked his pants. The white paper fan suddenly bent his body like a cooked prawn. It was the most painful place on the human body. After suffering such a heavy blow, the white paper fan was so painful that it sucked the air conditioner.

Then, one toe was tapped on the white paper and fan the throat.

The white paper fan raised its head and hit the antique wall in the bathroom. Before he could react, the cold blade was like a wisp of breeze, flashing through his tilted neck. The white paper fan's eyes were so bulging that it almost fell from his sockets. He struggled desperately to live longer.

But the elbow on his back was like a mountain, pressing him tightly against the wall. The strength of his struggle seemed so ridiculous and weak in front of the elbow. Then, a dagger kept stabbing his abdomen, and the vitality of the white paper fan gradually disappeared.

He couldn't make any sound. His throat was like a fountain, and the blood splashed out was like boiling magma, and it was more like a waterfall that flowed down three thousand feet, leaping down the wall, and was surging in a state of voluntary rays. There was a warm and bloody smell when washing hands.

Finally, he stopped moving, and the white paper fan was stuck on the wall with his eyes open.

He really couldn't figure out who killed him, nor who dared to kill him. In his inference, Chu Tian and the Three Kings would never dare to do such a ruthless move. After all, today is a gang meeting. If his powerful military advisor suffered an accident, his brothers would definitely break up and fight.

The eight hundred hall masters who attended the meeting, the two thousand brothers on the outside, as well as the 100,000 elite soldiers from each church in Europe, and the Butler Fu lurking beside Chu Tian, ​​would use this as a matter of trouble and empathize with Chu Tian, ​​and believe that no matter how powerful Chu Tian is, he cannot withstand the troubles of Yuan Bolang's old subordinates.

Even if Chu Tian wins, Heshengtang is still devastated.

I have calculated the white paper fan and was confident, so I came here today with confidence. Unexpectedly, I was stabbed to death in the bathroom before I even entered the conference door. The white paper fan passed by a trace of inexplicable sadness and pain at the last moment of death: This world is so fucking hard to mess with.

When the white paper slumped in the bathroom, a sound of footsteps slowly came from outside. The murderer narrowed his eyes slightly, first pushed open the ancient window, then went forward to lock the door tightly, and then jumped to the ceiling again. He was absolutely sure to evacuate safely before the frog locked his route.

"Dede! Military Advisor Bai, the fan is found!"

"Oh, oh, oh, oh!"

The frog outside knocked on the door twice in a row but didn't respond. He reached out and pushed it but didn't move. So many bodyguards should have responded? The frog's heart skipped a little, and then smelled a bloody smell, so his face changed drastically and shouted: "Crash the door! Hit the door! Not good,"

"Not good! Something happened to the boss!"

The bathroom door was knocked open a few seconds later, and the frog's eyes were filled with corpses.

"Military White——"

xx——xxx——xxxx

Just when the white paper fan was stabbed into the knife, there were also turbulent waves outside the theater gate. In order to make it difficult for the guardian brothers outside, the Three Kings brought sixteen carts of hot lunch boxes, all of which were five-star dishes and one soup. The Three Kings posted a notice: Everyone has food to eat, everyone has soup to drink.

As soon as the notice came out, the scene immediately became jubilant. Everyone shouted to go to the dining car to get the lunch box. No one would think that the Three Kings were poisoning it. After all, there were so many brothers at the door and many subordinates of the Three Kings, so everyone was bored and waiting for their emotions to change immediately.

Someone invites you to a meal and you are always in a much better mood.

Although the four mafia were noble enough and proud enough, they still felt hungry when they saw the attractive food. Moreover, taking advantage of it is an innate human nature. They were just embarrassed to lean over to get lunch boxes. They were hesitant and relaxed, and the two car doors slowly opened.

The four people, artillery, earth cannon, black iron and dumb hammer, scattered into four directions and approached the mafia.

They walked calmly and excitedly, their eyes showing their passion and expectations for food, but their right hands were slightly bent, and the wind blowing towards them lifted up a corner of their sleeves. The sharp cold light appeared and disappeared. In the distance, He Sheng's cousin was slapped at the dining car and shouting loudly:

"The last two hundred copies! Those who see each other have a share!"

There were still 600 people who did not receive lunch boxes, and there were only 200 servings of the food truck. Many people couldn't help but laugh and turned into shouts and rushed to the food truck. The scene seemed a little confused for a moment. Just as the Mafia members frowned gently, the person behind suddenly felt a sharp pain in their backs.

He was confused and frightened to find that a sharp edge appeared in his chest.

The tip of the nose is mixing with blood and slowly turning.

The mafia member felt as if he was hit by thunder, and felt that his strength was slowly passing away like a silk thread. He wanted to open his mouth and scream and wanted to breathe, but found that he could not do anything. At the same time, a rough big hand pinched his artery and skillfully helped him backwards.

The van happened to arrive and swallowed the two of them silently.

At this time, a mafia in the middle seemed to feel his companion disappear, so he subconsciously turned around and an arm happened to be stuck. He instantly felt that he was entangled by a giant python. Before he could understand what was going on, his neck was mercilessly crushed by huge force.

Hei Tie, who had an indifferent face, smiled strangely. He was hugging his first love, holding the mafia members tightly with his arms until he felt that the body in his arms had lost the throbbing of life forever, then he hugged the body and turned around gently, and slipped into the van like a cat.

The third mafia member was poked into the gate with two thumbs, and his whole body was stunned. Then a dagger stabbed into the fourth and fifth ribs, causing his pupils to scatter away his vitality. Without any suspense, he was also thrown into the rear compartment of the slowly coming van by the earth cannon.

The mafia member at the front did not seem to feel the incident happening later, but just looked at the scene of the meal scramble. The Chinese's bad nature was confirmed by him again, allowing him to have bloodlines and ethnic superiority. Then he took out a cigarette and threw it into his mouth to watch the farce.

A cigarette entered his mouth and a lighter came over.

"Thanks!"

The mafia leader lit a cigarette and thanked the igniter just right. Yu Guang was still aiming at the other party unconsciously. It would be fine if he didn't. His face changed suddenly when he glanced. A black **** was facing his chest coldly. The indifferent silencer showed that he was ruthless in killing, but it was too late for him to speak.

"flutter!"

The gunshots were dull, but the mafia leader leaned down.

A trace of blood splashed on his eyebrows, and then he fell softly to the ground. At the moment of his death, he saw the cannon raising his middle finger at him, and then jumped into a very ordinary van. The leader of the mafia died with his eyes open. No matter what, he never expected that someone would plot against them here.

You know, he is just making soy sauce! You know, this is in full view of everyone.

As the van drove away from the door, a scream also sounded:

"Murdered! Murdered!"

He Sheng, who was eating and fighting for food, was waiting around, and had no relationship with his cousins. He first looked at the passerby man holding the lunch box and screaming. His eyes were unclear and full of confusion. Then he looked along his gaze and found that there was a European man suddenly on the ground.

Perhaps, it is more appropriate to be a corpse.

In this gap, the van had already driven out more than a hundred meters away. Then, five or six elite soldiers of the Three Kings rushed out of the theater, took out short guns and pulled them into the air continuously. The sound of gunfire pierced the gloomy sky. Then, a confidant of the Three Kings shouted loudly: "Catch the murderer!"

"Catch the murderer! The mafia killed someone! The mafia killed someone!"

After shouting these few words, two or three cars came to an abrupt end, and the prince's elite jumped into it immediately:

"Chasing! Chasing the Mafia! The Mafia killed the white paper fan!"

"The mafia killed the white paper fan!"

While the three cars were chasing towards the van of unknown origin, the frog rushed out of the theater with more than 20 people with a ferocious look on his face and murderous intent. He waved his short gun and roared at the guards around: "Murderer? Where is the murderer! Where did the murderer run away?"

"The murderer ran eastward, and the three elite kings had already chased him."

"The three kings killed a murderer, it seemed like a mafia,,,"

As the frog calls the vehicle to follow the pursuit, the gathered brothers discuss again:

"Damn! What are the mafia doing here? The murderer, who did they kill?"

"Bai Military Advisor, I heard that Bai Military Advisor was killed by the Mafia. It seems that the Mafia is afraid that he will be the King of the South."

"It's not that he is afraid that he will be the King of Southern China, but that we and Shengtang will unite and grow stronger."

"Damn it! The mafia is really bullying! Brothers, fuck him!"

ps: The update is hit, and continue to call for flowers at the end of the month.


Chapter completed!