chief love marriage

Chapter 945 Wen Zhao, dead? (5)

Immediately afterwards, at an almost lightning speed, those red dots flickering on the men in black were all transferred to their foreheads with lightning speed.

Then, there were uniform loud bangs from all directions, as if they had been rehearsed beforehand, they lasted less than a second before they all stopped.

And then, the two rows of men in black standing in front of the hotel showed complacent expressions one second ago, but at the next second, no less than five blood holes appeared on everyone's foreheads, bang bang bang, as if limp The eggplants generally fell to the ground.

Until the moment of death, their eyes were still open, their expressions seemed to be frozen, and they still maintained a momentary slack.

Thirty well-trained mafias, in the blink of an eye, only the man with the scar was left, stunned in shock.

"That's right, and you know to keep one for me." Wen Zhao raised his eyebrows and glanced at the man with the scar, and couldn't help but loosen his muscles and bones. Just now, the shoulder was pinched by the scar, and he was almost sore.

Wen Zhao took a step forward and shouted at Ye Che, "Uncle Ye, let me practice my hands!"

As he spoke, Ye Che picked up a mini pistol and threw it over.

Wen Zhao twirled the pistol swiftly, like a plaything, with a leisurely look, as if everything was under his control.

The man with the scar looked at Wen Zhao's small figure stretched by the moonlight, and every step he took, his breath was like a devil coming out of purgatory.

He screamed hysterically, picked up the gun on the ground like crazy, and shot Wen Zhao's body bang bang bang.

But when those bullets hit Wen Zhao's body, there were only a few clear impact sounds, and then they all fell to the ground with a clatter.

A flash of fear flashed in the scarred man's eyes, and before he could react, he let out a pitiful howl.

The gun in Wen Zhao's hand hit his right hand without hesitation, piercing through a bloody hole.

"This shot was for the young master you pushed me just now."

"Bang—" Another shot hit the left hand.

"This shot was aimed at you just now, Bang Xixi."

The scarred man curled up on the ground and rolled, screaming in pain.

Wen Zhao stood in front of him condescendingly, wearing white sweatpants, stained with blood from the knife scar.

That kind of bloodthirsty, cold, handsome, unruly, perfectly blended together, making people submissive and amazing.

Wen Zhao raised his pistol, pointed it at Scar's forehead, and pulled the trigger.

The man with the scar didn't even have time to scream, so he stared at a pair of eyes with dilated pupils and fell into a pool of blood.

Wen Zhao put the pistol in his pocket, looked at more than 30 corpses on the ground, and finally landed on Scar with contempt.

"This shot is to teach you, there is no marksmanship, it is more agile than hitting someone's forehead."

In the hotel, Wen Zhao took off all hidden weapons, but inside the long johns that she was wearing next to her body, she was wearing a set of extremely thin body armor.

If it is not for bombardment, it is difficult for ordinary bullets to penetrate.

Wen Zhao snapped his fingers and said, "Close the team!"

Then, he got into Ye Che's sports car.

Then, leaving behind a few subordinates of the Eagle Force, they quickly tidied up the scene.

…………

Xixi followed Xia Weiyi and returned to the villa in a helicopter under the protection of the eagle forces.

Due to the fright and the residual drug, Xiao Xixi fell asleep as soon as she climbed onto the bed.

(End of this chapter)