The best ambiguous master

Can the hatred for a person really reach the point of endless death?

do not know.

Maybe, maybe not.

But, at least, Fatty Liu's hatred for Zhao Xiaohan has reached the point of endless death!

Either he dies, or Zhao Xiaohan dies!

"There is a sentence that I have said countless times."

Zhao Xiaohan shrugged and smiled, and casually took out a cigarette from his pocket. There was no trace of tension on his face, but his body exuded a vaguely lazy and feminine aura, that An aura, different from his usual bookish air, but it adds a bit of evil charm!

"There are many people who want to kill me, but I am still alive and well. I may die, but I will definitely not be killed by others!"

This sentence is still full of strong self-confidence. Of course, it is also full of provocation. When he heard this sentence, Fatty Liu seemed to be irritated all of a sudden. He pulled the trigger in his hand and went crazy The same "bang bang bang" fired!

"Zhao Xiaohan, today, I must kill you!"

While roaring, he fired, but when he finished firing all the bullets, he realized that Zhao Xiaohan was no longer in front of him. He looked around a few times, but he still didn't see where Zhao Xiaohan was. , as if it had never appeared before, it completely disappeared.

"Where is the person? Where is it? Zhao Xiaohan, don't you dare to come out? Hidden head and tail, like a man, come out and fight me!"

Fatty Liu's voice yelled vigorously in the room, but no one answered him. The younger brothers around him also looked at each other in dismay. How could a living person be gone if he said he was gone?

When everyone was looking for Zhao Xiaohan, suddenly, a voice rang above their heads: "With your IQ, you should not be able to find me, just look at the following, no wonder you can't make a name for yourself Come!"

As soon as the words fell, a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of them, but this time, Zhao Xiaohan had an extra silver long sword in his hand. Said that he picked up the pistol and fired. After a burst of "bang bang bang" gunshots, the gunfire stopped suddenly, and then there was a heart-piercing wailing sound.

"Ah, my hand!"

"Why is my hand missing?"

"My hand, it hurts, ah, it hurts!"

When Fatty Liu turned around, the first thing he saw was that the hands of his younger brothers were all cut off, blood was flowing, and it was horrible. A long silver sword came out, and Zhao Xiaohan's evil smile appeared in front of his eyes.

"Fatty Liu, don't you want to fight me?" Zhao Xiaohan chuckled, swiped his long sword, and only heard "Come on!", and a bloodstain suddenly appeared on Fatty Liu's neck. Fatty screamed like a pig butcher, looked at Fatty Liu who was screaming in pain, Zhao Xiaohan smiled and said: "You have a gun in your hand, why don't you shoot? Aren't you going to tear me into pieces? Don’t you want to crush me? Do it!”

As soon as the voice fell, a silver light flashed, and Fatty Liu's pig-killing screams were much louder. This time, Fatty Liu knelt down on the ground in pain. His hand holding the gun had already fallen on the ground. He fell to the ground, still holding the black pistol tightly!

"A year ago, Zhao Xiaohan didn't kill you, which was the biggest mistake in his life. Today, why don't you let me do it for him."

As soon as the words fell, there was a murderous intent in Zhao Xiaohan's eyes, and with the movement of the long sword in his hand, a splash of blood splashed everywhere. Fatty Liu's obese body fell into a pool of blood all at once. He didn't even have eyesight when he died. Closed, he was still thinking, how did Zhao Xiaohan find this place?

"Want to go?"

The moment Fatty Liu fell down, the younger brothers who had broken their arms hurriedly ran towards the door. Seeing them fleeing, Zhao Xiaohan smiled coldly, and suddenly raised an eyebrow and said: "You guys, are you sure you want to escape?"

No one paid attention to him, those little brothers only cared about running for their lives, and there was only one thought in their hearts, that is, if they don't run away, are they waiting to die here?

However, what they didn't expect was that the moment they opened the door, what greeted them was not the dawn of hope, but cold muzzles of guns.

Green camouflage uniforms, black muzzles, uniform military rifles, outside the door, stood a whole row of soldiers, all with cold faces, looking coldly at the few younger brothers who escaped from the room, when Seeing the scene in front of the door, the younger brothers were dumbfounded for a moment. Without saying a word, they turned around and ran towards the room.

"Hey. Why are you back again?"

Seeing a few people running back again, Zhao Xiaohan couldn't help but sneered at the corner of his mouth: "Did the scene outside scare you? Haha, don't be afraid, the people outside came with me, you guys There is only one result, go out, die, come in, or die, who do you choose to die in?"

"Mr. Zhao, we know we are wrong, please, let us go, please..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Zhao Xiaohan had already stepped forward quickly, swiped the long sword in his hand, and a smear of blood appeared, and a bloodstain appeared on the necks of several people in an instant, and then, with a sway of their bodies, they fell into a pool of blood Among them, the face is full of fear and disbelief.

"Let you go? Hehe, I let you go, who of you will let Zhao Xiaohan go?"

……

……

Ten minutes later, the door was opened, and there were corpses all over the place, and when he saw the scene in front of him, a young man frowned and took out a white handkerchief, looking at the blood in the room. The young man frowned, coughed and said, "This is a vicious intentional homicide case. The murderer escaped. Please inform the Public Security Bureau. Our National Security Bureau has taken over this case."

"Yes!"

The moment the voice sounded, the young man walked slowly to the window, opened the curtains, and by the moonlight and light, vaguely saw a black figure in the distance, standing there at this moment , with a cigarette in his hand, smoking one puff at a time, the figure elongated by the light looked a little lonely.

Looking at the black figure, the young man shook his head and smiled, and turned around. Suddenly, his mobile phone rang. When he opened it, it was a text message. Looking at the name of Zhao Xiaohan written on it, The young man opened the text message with a smile, and a few words slowly appeared on it.

"Thank you, Mr. An."