City: from Inheriting a Set of Courtyard Houses to Giants

When the captain heard Qin Yan's voice, he immediately shouted nervously.

Dozens of secret agents around him even put their fingers on the trigger tightly. Dozens of guns were pointed at Qin Yan's head, and they could shoot deadly bullets at any time.

Qin Yan inherited the fourth-level Xingyi Quan from his middle-aged bodyguard. Although his level was not a master level, he was only one step away, which greatly strengthened his perception.

Without using his eyes, he felt that the secret agents around him

They were all tense, their foreheads were sweating, their muscles were tense, as if a powder keg was about to explode.

Although Qin Yan wondered about their exaggeration, he also knew that they were not joking, so he didn't dare to act rashly, and followed them step by step into the building.

Even after entering the building, these special agents still did not relax at all. They held their guns, aimed at Qin Yan and moved their paces, and walked around him for two full circles, following every step of the way.

Qin Yan felt that he should have entered the elevator, then went up, and then turned around again. When the hood was taken off, he was already in a silver-white room.

Except for a bed, a toilet, and nothing else in the room, the door and walls are all made of alloy.

A secret service cautiously stepped forward to remove Qin Yan's handcuffs, and then slowly backed out.

But the shackles were not removed.

"boom!"

The door closed, leaving Qin Yan standing in the middle of the room depressed.

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Chapter 8 Continental Hotel!The strangulation of the energy predators! (3/5 ask for flower evaluation ticket)

"What is this?"

Qin Yan blinked and sat down on the bed welded into the wall.

Along the way, Qin Yan thought a lot.

First of all, Mo Lao's identity is definitely not simple.

wrong!Should be extremely important to the country.

Otherwise, it is impossible to attract the assassination of the legendary killer and the over-emphasis of the state.

Secondly, he may have underestimated the strength and threat of the "Legendary Killer"...

From the attitude of these secret agents who were nervous to the point of suffocation, one or two can be estimated.

outside the room

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The Secret Service captain wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and said, "All cheer me up!

Each group of eight people will rotate every four hours. Be sure to guard this door until someone is sent from above to hand it over.

I want to remind you that the people here are extremely dangerous.

If you are a little negligent, he may bloodbath this place and escape calmly.

You, don't want your family to see your corpse! ! ? "

All the secret service members' eyes narrowed again, clenched the steel guns in their hands, and shouted:

"Swear to the death to complete the task!"

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Big Apple, Continental Hotel, Top Secret Line.

"Sir, after repeated confirmation by the Far East Branch, Billy the God of Death and his assistant Scythe are dead."

"Billy is dead! This...he was once alone in the Imperial Palace, killed an elite guard, completed the mission and escaped successfully, Billy the god of death!"

"Sir, Mr Billy's death is indeed regrettable, but it is true."

"What about the assassination mission?"

"It's done, he successfully assassinated the target and then returned with the target's eight bodyguards

It's over. "

In the room, an old man with an aquiline nose in his fifties heard the words and frowned.

He thought for a while, and said lightly: "Only a legend can kill a legend. According to the information, there are no legendary-level bodyguards around the target..."

"Sir, do you need further confirmation from the Far East branch?"

"Do not."

The old man shook his head decisively: "The mission has been completed, isn't it? Although Billy is one of our few legendary killers, the price given by the buyer is enough to compensate for our loss. His death is well worth it."

"Sir, you are right

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"Immediately ask the Far East Branch to stop all activities, all killers will go on vacation, and the order will be executed immediately."

After speaking, the old man hung up the phone.

He took a sip of whiskey, and in the fireplace behind him, the wood was burning and crackling, and the old man murmured: