The strongest sniper king

Chapter 935 Ida Jiro's Madness

As soon as the gunman broke in, all the guns pointed at Miyamoto Xiaohe, and the others were also taken aback by this sudden scene.

"Ida Jiro, what do you mean?" Miyamoto Xiaohe asked calmly, she had something to rely on, and that was Li An standing behind her.

"Oh!"

Ida Jiro slapped the table hard, pointed at Miyamoto Xiaohe's nose and cursed: "Stinky bitch, do you still want to act at this point?
To be honest, I have already investigated clearly, my brother Ida Jiro was designed and killed by you!

Hmph, today I want to avenge my brother! "

"Ida Jiro, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately. You said that I planned to kill your brother, so may I ask, what is the evidence?" Miyamoto Xiaohe asked.

Ida Jiro didn't have any evidence in his hand, if he had, he would have already produced it.

"Bah, bitch, do you still want to deny it now? Do you dare to say that you didn't design and kill people?" Ida Jiro's face turned pale.

"Without evidence, who would believe you?" Miyamoto Xiaohe mocked.

Others cast questioning glances at Ida Jiro.

Even if someone suspects that Miyamoto Xiaohe is inseparable from Ida's death, if there is no evidence, who would dare to believe it?

Miyamoto Xiaohe glanced at the crowd, and said, "Ida Jiro attempted to murder the new chairman, did you all see it with your own eyes?"

"Ida Jiro, are you crazy? Get your men to put down their guns!"

"Ida Jiro, it's too late to stop now."

Others persuaded one after another.

Ida Jiro looked ugly. It was impossible for him to stop the matter at this stage.

"Stinky bitch, I won't let you leave alive today! Kill him!" Ida Jiro gritted his teeth, showing a fierce look on his face.

"Puff, puff puff!"

Before the gunmen had time to pull the trigger, each of them fell to the ground with a throwing knife inserted between their eyebrows.

Li An made a move, and the speed was astonishing.

In the blink of an eye, several gunmen were killed at the same time, which also surprised the other directors. Only now did they know the purpose of Ang Lee's appearance here.

Miyamoto Xiaohe had already anticipated what would happen, making Li Anlai not only wanted to save his life, but also had a deterrent effect, so that other directors would not dare to mess around again.

"Ida Jiro, now I will give you a chance. I can leave here by myself and pretend nothing happened." Miyamoto Xiaohe said.

Ida Jiro clenched his fists tightly with both hands, the veins on the back of his fists were swollen, his eyes fell on the corpses but he swallowed his breath.

"Miyamoto Xiaohe, you are amazing!"

Leaving this sentence behind, he left the office without looking back.

After such a fuss, there was no way for the meeting to continue, and it ended hastily.

Miyamoto Xiaohe successfully sat on the chairman's throne, came to the office that originally belonged to Ida, pointed around and introduced to Li An how to decorate.

"Your work is over, should I take care of my work?" Li An asked after taking the red wine handed over by Miyamoto Xiaohe.

Miyamoto Xiaohe touched the wine glass lightly, and said with a smile: "You are too impatient, I even belong to you now, are you still afraid that I will run away?"

Li An's brows were slightly tightened, showing a hint of displeasure.

Miyamoto Xiaohe took a sip of the wine and said seriously: "Do you think Ida Jiro will stop here?"

"Since you think he won't give up, why didn't you let me kill him just now?" Li An asked puzzled.

Miyamoto Xiaohe said with a smile: "You can understand this as politics, I have to show my generosity in front of my subordinates. However, next time Ida Jiro dares to disrespect me again, then I will not be polite .”

"Next time, do you mean that I have to wait?" Li An frowned and asked.

Miyamoto Xiaohe nodded and said, "Yes, but you won't wait too long."

Li An really didn't have to wait too long, as soon as Miyamoto Xiaohe finished speaking, the door of the office was broken open.

Three men armed with heavy weapons broke in and pulled the trigger to shoot the house without saying a word.

"Da da da"

The gunfire continued, and the bullets destroyed all the furniture and furnishings in the house.

Miyamoto Xiaohe was protected by Ang Lee and hid behind a table, looking at everything destroyed around her, she smiled and said, "Look, now I have a reason to redecorate."

Li Ang glanced at Miyamoto Xiaohe in his arms, and secretly lamented that this woman's scheming is really deep enough.

"Find me that stinky bitch, I'll tear her to pieces!"

When Ida Jiro's voice came, he really lost his mind, and bit like a mad dog so quickly, giving Miyamoto Xiaohe an excuse to get rid of him.

When the gunshots stopped, Li An stood up and pointed out three pieces of porcelain with a wave of his hand.

"Ah." There were several screams, and the gunmen's weapons fell to the ground one after another, and everyone's hands were pierced by pieces of porcelain.

These guys are also fierce, one hand was crippled, and the other hand pulled out a dagger and rushed over.

Li An naturally did not back down, and rushed forward with three punches and two kicks, knocking the three of them to the ground.

"Boy, it's you again!" Ida Jiro roared angrily.

Li An's eyes fell on Ida Tsiro, and he found that this guy had hung up a suit of clothes, from the original formal clothes to a kimono, and there were two samurai swords hanging on his waist, one long and one short.

"Be careful, his cultivation is higher than that of Jingtian. Besides, he is the person you are looking for." Miyamoto Xiaohe's voice sounded.

This woman was really amazing, and she looked very calm at this moment, holding a wine bottle in one hand and a glass in the other, standing there looking like she was watching a show.

Dark Buddha?
Li An heard the meaning of Miyamoto Xiaohe's words, and found that Ida Tsiro's body was shrouded in a layer of black mist, and his aura suddenly changed.

"bass."

The samurai sword was pulled out by Ida Jiro.

The black mist spread along the hands to the blade, which looked like a burning flame, a black flame.

"Die." Ida Jiro swung his samurai sword and slashed at Li An. The blade exuded a cold breath, and the black flame faintly penetrated the skull, which was very fierce.

Li An held a dagger that he had just seized in his hand, and directly greeted the dagger.

"Dang." The dagger was cut in two by the blade, and the blade wrapped in black flames continued to slash towards Li Jiu.

"Die!" Ida Jiro exclaimed excitedly.

Miyamoto Xiaohe also tightened her eyebrows, her eyes showing worry.

"when."

The blade slashed on Li An's shoulder, and there was a metal-like sound of collision, but that was all there, and it didn't really hurt him.

Ida Tsiro's complexion changed suddenly, while Miyamoto Xiaohe breathed a sigh of relief, showing a sense of comfort on his face.

"Do you only have this little strength?" Li An said disappointedly.

Ida Jiro looked really fierce, but compared with the dark Buddha that Li An had dealt with before, he was far behind, at most he was only at the level of a martial artist.

(End of this chapter)