Arts and Sciences

Chapter 487 Defending the Heart of the Goddess ([-])

Xin Mali was patrolling beside, a wounded man in black tugged on his trousers with a look of pleading for help.

"What's the matter with you, who beat you like this?" Xin Mali squatted next to this person and asked.

"A group of gods of death, a group of gods of death wrapped in black cloaks, it's really terrifying. It's terrifying." The man in black murmured with empty eyes.

Xin Mali stood up and asked for a long time, but didn't ask anything, a group of gods of death wrapped in black cloaks! ?Xin Mali was born and died in the battlefield. He didn't believe that there would be such a thing as death in this world. There must be someone pretending to be a ghost, but it just destroyed the fighting spirit of these men in black, which made Xin Mali a little angry.

The man in black grabbed Xin Mali's trousers just now, "Please take me out."

Xin Mali drew out his pistol impatiently, aimed a shot at his head, and finally blew on the muzzle of the gun, "I'll take you home!"

What surprised Xinmali was that there was no one in this hall, which is not right. Just now, there were people shooting and resisting from the first floor. When they rushed in, not only did everyone disappear strangely, It is even more confusing.

"Everyone, be extra careful, maybe the other party has set up a trap, I don't want you to die in the heart of the goddess!" Xin Mali roared, and walked slowly in the hall with two teams.

When Li Sansi rushed out, Simbala was terrified, two cold lights came towards him, and he was at a loss what to do, one hand subconsciously covered his face, puff!With a bang, the sharp blade of the hook shot into Simbala's arm, and the next moment, he was hit by a dart on his shoulder, and blood spattered. Before Simbala could react, Li Sansi's storm-like attack hit Simba La called over.

Simbala's hands were injured, and he passively met Li Sansi's attack. The two figures were entangled together, and the sound of punching was transmitted over. Back and forth, Li Sansi locked Simbala tightly in his aura, and his movements were smooth and smooth, without any pause between moves, all of which followed Simbala's head and face in a coherent manner. The two fought back and forth in the corridor, and then suddenly Then separate.

The blood on Simbala's hand dripped down his sleeves, and Li Sansi gave him a kick in the chest. Now Li Sansi gave back the kick in Paris Nights, even though half of his strength was removed, But Simbala's current body shape and movements have also been greatly affected.

Li Sansi thought it was a pity, if Simbala's foot was hit hard, then with his strength, he could definitely break his two ribs. At that time, Simbala would definitely die, but now, he might hit him. But Li Sansi, but still have the capital to escape.

Simbala is now surrounded by Flying Wolf and Li Sansi. This is a situation Li Sansi deliberately created. When Simbala's mind was taken away just now, he took advantage of the opportunity to create such a situation. Otherwise, Li Sansi would If you ignore these and attack with all your strength, Simbala will definitely be seriously injured, but it will allow him to escape. Compared with this, it will take some calculations.

"Let me go, how many dollars do you want? I will credit your account later!" Even Newton, surrounded by Flying Wolf and Li Sansi, did not dare to be careless, let alone Simbala who was already injured. Looking around at Li Sansi and Flying Wolf, he was already a little frightened. He had been terrified by Li Sansi just now, and now he no longer had the courage and confidence to fight again.

"Newton offers a reward of 500 million US dollars, you can count 300 million no matter what." Flying Wolf folded his hands and looked at Simbala in front of him, and said provocatively.

"Okay, but it's only 300 million US dollars, I will ask them to sign up for your account!"

"Give it now, or you won't be allowed to leave!" Li Sansi also started playing ruffian.

"You," Simbala was a little annoyed, a threatening light flashed in his eyes, "Don't forget that I am not in your hands now, I can promise you because I hate you, let me go, There will be 300 million US dollars in your account afterwards, otherwise, even if I fight to the death, I will drag one of you into the water!"

"Threat me?" Li Sansi moved a stool from nowhere, placed it on the corridor, and sat firmly, "You continue to threaten. In order to deal with people like you, we have already put life and death aside. If you drag the quasi-godfather-level figure of your world into the water, we will die without regret! Maybe we will be famous in history!"

Simbala was at a loss for words immediately, his eyes lit up again, and he glanced at Li Sansi who was sitting firmly on the ground, and then the other party remained motionless, looking lazily at Simbala in front of him with half-down eyes, almost yawned, Simbala had no choice but to split his lips, "Okay, give me a call, and I'll ask someone to transfer the money to your account right away. How much is it!?"

Feilang took out his mobile phone and threw it over.

As soon as Simbala caught it, feeling the humiliation he had never experienced before, he moved his fingers, dialed the phone, and then looked at Li Sansi, "What's the bank card number?"

"60008990358539592, the People's Bank of China." Li Sansi was the first to write down his bank account number at the beginning of the stream of consciousness.

"By the way," Li Sansi waved at Simbala as if he had thought of something, "Just pay $500 million, I believe that after you leave, you will become a world-class godfather, so the wanted bonus is also It will rise to 500 million, call me now, and you won't suffer."

"You!" Simbala looked at the gentle and refined Li Sansi in front of him, and suddenly he seemed to have turned into a rascal.

"Give it or not, in a word, don't do the win-win thing?" Li Sansi lowered his eyes halfway, and glanced sideways at Simbala, with a ruffian expression that was a big deal.

"Okay," Simbala almost gritted his silver teeth, holding the phone, "Withdraw 500 million US dollars for me immediately, and transfer it to the Bank of China account number 60008990358539592, immediately!"

Simbala tossed the phone to Feilang, and said to Li Sansi, "We can always make way now."

"Wait, wait," Li Sansi waved his hands, stopped Simbala who was about to walk towards him, and took out his GP phone, "It's not too late to leave after the money arrives."

(End of this chapter)