Free Soldier King Mixed Country

The servant saw Mandela's figure. Mandela has been wearing a top hat and has seen it many times. He will definitely not admit the wrong person.

"Mr. Mandela, are you looking for the owner of my house?"

"Otherwise, what do you think? I'm bored, do you want to chat with you?"

Mandela said unceremoniously that the identity of a servant is always a servant, and even if he is next to a powerful person, it will not change this result.

"Sorry, Mr. Mandela, I was the one who talked too much here. I'll go to inform the master immediately."

The servant hurriedly said. At this moment, he put his finger on a device and connected to Moro's communicator in the room. An electronic screen appeared on the door of the room.

Moro, who was sitting in the room, could see the scene outside, but people outside could not see inside, so the servant informed him now.

"Master, Mr. Mandela wants to see you."

"Oh? Let him in."

Moro saw Mandela's figure and confirmed that there would be no problem. Before entering his house, everyone had verified their identities.

"Yes!"

After the servant reported, Moro's door opened and Mandela took a step forward.

This time Mandela was carrying a person behind him. According to the rules, only Mandela could enter it. The person behind him had to stay and wait.

"Sorry, Mr. Mandela, you can only enter this time. Your friends must wait outside."

"I know this rule, Fowles thinks you need to wait for me outside."

Mandela and the people behind him said that this person named Falls nodded slightly, indicating that there was no problem.

"Then I will be waiting for you outside. When the matter is over, we will go down for a drink."

The servant opened the door himself, Mandela walked into the room alone, and then the door closed, and Moro in the room was sitting on the sofa at the moment.

Mandela glanced at the surrounding environment. At this time, Moro didn't notice the corner of Mandela's mouth and raised a smile.

At this time, Moro saw Mandela coming over, thinking about Mandela, either to talk to him about business matters, or to warn him and say something useless.

"My friend Mandela, what else do you want me to do?"

Mandela took a few steps forward, at this moment he chuckled lightly, looked at Moro and said.

"There are no other things, but there is an account, and I haven't settled with you, so I came to you specially."

"Oh? This is very strange. The cooperation between us didn't take long. It seems that there are no uncleared accounts, right?"

Moro thought that Mandela was joking, and he felt more and more that Mandela's face was not right.

"There is no cooperative relationship between us. You have been thinking of ways to kill me before. Could it be that you have forgotten this?"

"Mandela, what are you talking about? What a mess."

"You will understand what I said. Just now you said, waiting for me to show up tonight. Since you miss me so, so I show up."

Mandela said, when it came to this, Moro's eyes widened at the moment, and he understood it all at once.

There is only one person who can say such things about the settlement of Mandela's accounts, and he did not expect that this person will actually come.

"What! Wouldn't you be..."

In front of Moro's eyes, Mandela's face suddenly changed, and his facial muscles began to recover.

Taking off the top hat he was wearing, a face that he didn't want to see appeared in front of Moro, and Moro exclaimed.

"Xiao...Xiao Yi!"

Xiao Yi returned to his original appearance, and Thor was guarding the door of Moruo's room. No one wanted to enter it.

The so-called Mandela was just disguised by Xiao Yi. This cocktail party was held for Mandela by Moreau, so this person should be the weakest guard.

Coupled with the layers of verification from the outside, Moruo definitely hadn't thought about it. Xiao Yi was already here. Xiao Yi recovered his appearance and looked at Moruo in front of him.

"Mr. Moro, we met again. The last time you were really cruel, you almost let me die in your hands."

"You...you...how did you get in?"

"Haha...I thought I couldn't come in if the arrangements were so well-arranged?"

Xiao Yi stepped forward. After seeing Xiao Yi's figure, Moruo really couldn't figure out how Xiao Yi got in after making such a rigorous arrangement.

While talking to Xiao Yi, he put a hand under the coffee table. There was a pistol under the coffee table, which was specially prepared by Moruo.

Xiao Yi pressed on tightly every step of the way, seeing that he was about to walk in front of Moruo, Moruo no matter what else, he immediately took out his gun and aimed it at Xiao Yi.

"It doesn't matter how you got in, go to death for me!"

The moment Moruo pulled out the gun, Xiao Yi's hand passed in front of his eyes, leaving behind an afterimage.

The gun was aimed at Xiao Yi, and it only took one shot to end all this and avenge his son.

"Haha I didn't expect it, I had arranged it before, Xiao Yi, you are looking for death by yourself, I killed Huaxia's **** of death, it must be a big news."

"I hate people pointing a gun at me the most. Do you think you really have the power to kill me, Moro?"

"Do you really think I dare not kill you? Now I will kill you!"

Moruo squeezed the trigger. Not as expected, the bullet came out of the gun and hit Xiao Yi in the head.

Xiao Yi also stood there and didn't avoid it. After he shot, Xiao Yi laughed.

"You must be curious, where's the bullet in your gun?"

Reaching out a hand, Xiao Yi held a magazine in his hand. At this moment, he started to withdraw all the bullets in the magazine one by one.

The bullet fell on the coffee table. After seeing such a scene, Moruo understood what Xiao Yi did just now. He shot so fast that he didn't even see it.

"damn it!"

Moro threw the pistol out and ran towards the wine cabinet on one side, where there was still a gun hidden.

Only this time, Xiao Yi would not give Moruo a chance. As soon as Moruo turned around, Xiao Yi stepped on Moruo's back.

Moruo threw himself down and fell on the carpet. When he wanted to get up, Xiao Yi had already walked over and stepped on Moruo's back with one foot.

When Xiao Yi came up with this foot, Moruo only felt like she was going to shit. There had never been such an embarrassing moment when Xiao Yi stepped on her foot.

"I didn't want to clean up you at first, but some people don't know what to do, and they have to challenge my endurance limit. The so-called mafia boss, do you really think I won't clean up you?

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