Chapter 1567: Ghost, Run
In an instant, the study room was surrounded by a silver-white fluorescent light, forming a qigong protective shield in front of him.
The dozens of bullets all hit the protective shield, instantly turning into limp copper and rotten iron, and fell to the ground with a clanging sound.
This move stunned a group of friends in black!
Duke Weiss was in the protective shield, dancing and dancing on horseback: "My father just killed him!"
But the sharp shooters stared at the bullets on the ground dumbfounded, and murmured: "BUG!"
After finishing speaking, he fired again and again, but was easily neutralized by the protective shield.
Boss Saobao saw that his sniper rifle was useless to Long Muchen. He stared fiercely at the silent man in front of him, thinking to himself, this Dongfanghong hair really cannot be underestimated. !
The Black Hawk organization has been arrogant internationally for more than ten years, and finally met its opponent.
Sao Baonan yelled: "Leave Weiss alone, get rid of this red hair first!"
One of the skinny sharpshooters was already gnashing his teeth with hatred. He let out a bah, and was about to fight hand-to-hand with his gun: "I have long wanted to kill—!"
What he wanted to say was, 'I've missed him for a long time—', but before he finished saying 'kill him', he felt his body lighten up, and he was lifted into mid-air by the space.
Then, a solemn voice floated in my ear: "You want to die so much, this king will grant you!"
Long Muchen stood five meters away, relying only on the internal strength of his wrist, grabbed the skinny man, and ruthlessly strangled his neck.
Without waiting for the skinny man to open his mouth to call for help, Long Muchen moved his wrist, and with a crack, his neck was broken, and it slumped on his shoulders like a chicken with its head tilted.
Everyone was dumbfounded, this... this is really weird, an oriental man who looks handsome and noble, but has no strength to restrain a chicken, actually broke a man's neck in the air.
Even in the past few decades of his assassination career, he has never encountered such an opponent? !
They couldn't help but start to tremble in their hearts. Is this red-haired man a human or a ghost?
Staring at the thin man's fallen body, his eyeballs bulged in disbelief. Finally, someone came back to his senses.
"Mom, run, ghost!"
As the recovered man yelled, the men in black all ran away, like a group of black frogs, trying to jump out of the window.
Long Muchen raised his hand to lift up the corpse on the ground, and smashed it out of the window. The men in black were frightened, and trembling, they stopped in their tracks.
One of the youngest ones turned his head and asked tremblingly, "We also take people's money to eliminate disasters for people. You won't kill us, will you?"
Long Muchen smiled coldly, extremely arrogant: "It depends on my mood!"
A life, for him, comes at his fingertips.
This ambiguous answer made everyone start to panic. After looking at each other for a while, they finally turned their attention to their boss.
That boss did not run away, as the leader of the 'Black Eagle', he was still a bit proud, he straightened up, and stood in front of Long Muchen: "There is an old saying in your country, that is, the winner is the king and the loser The ones are bandits, today our 'Black Hawk' can be regarded as having encountered a strong enemy, and we are convinced that we lost."