My Binocular Mutation: The Digitization Of Everything!

"Okay, go over and call your master to me."

Ye Jun lifted his mind control.

The middle-aged man immediately gained control of his body.

Suddenly, like an amnesty, quickly ran away.

He retched loudly on the side.

The dripping blood kept flowing out.

He still knew exactly what he had done just now.

I cut off my tongue alive and chewed it up!

This is simply a purgatory torture to his spirit and body!

Ye Jun did not get out of the car at this time.

But the middle-aged man did not dare to approach the car even a step.

This is a certain Audi style car that he defines as a dumpling car,

He estimated that this brand of car will have a shadow all his life,

From now on, he will hide away when he sees this car.

But, does he have a future?

This is hard to say.

"Don't let me wait long, go now."

Ye Jun's faint voice came from inside the car.

The middle-aged man who had just broken free from death scared a spirit.

He is not thinking about calling someone.

Instead, leave here quickly.

However, he looked at the figure in the Audi.

I was filled with despair.

Can you really escape?

He didn't even have the courage to try, the man in this car has the ability to surpass human common sense.

He doesn't want to die here.

No way, only to do what he said.

The middle-aged man endured the severe pain and wanted to call his master to get out of the car.

But before he could shout, the door of the Lincoln extended car at the back opened.

Several bodyguards wearing the same uniform as the middle-aged man hugged a young man down.

Compared with these few looks very powerful, tall and tough bodyguards.

This young man who was being hugged suddenly appeared wretched.

Obviously he was less than thirty years old.

His face was pale, with thick dark circles under his eyes.

Skinny and skinny.

Rickety back.

The facial features are not outstanding, some eyes are crooked and nose is slanted.

It looks particularly wretched.

But among a group of big men, there are still differences.

That is the hostility that comes with him, flying and domineering.

He got out of the car and yelled at the middle-aged man.

"Dead waste, you can't do anything like this. If you don't, just kill me."

"Laozi wants to see, what dared to stop me from South Tyrant!"

Several bodyguards listened to this Nan Batian's insult.

It's not a taste in my heart.

After all, they are all subordinates, and they don't agree with the actions of this master.

There is no such thing as killing people at every turn.

If it weren't for the old man, he would still be able to cover things here.

This domineering thing is long gone.

"Master, Zhao seems to be injured."

Someone quickly noticed the abnormality of this middle-aged man named Lao Zhao.

After all, the pool of blood he vomited just now was not a display.

A few bodyguards hurriedly supported him to check out Zhao's injuries.

"Master...Lao Zhao, his tongue is gone!"

"I'm going, who the hell did it? Laozi's people dare to move?"

Nan Batian was furious, and it didn't matter if his own people scolded him, but they were fucked by others.

That is a great shame.

And this thing is too weird, the tongue has been cut, such a serious matter.

They didn't hear a sound in the car.

There was not even a scream!

The bodyguard on the side surveyed quickly.

However, nothing was found.

Did not find the fallen tongue.

And the murder weapon?

Amazingly, it was the saber in Zhao's hand.

And Lao Zhao didn't even have traces of fighting!

Combining everything, they finally came to a conclusion!

They dare not even think of a conclusion.

The bodyguard at the scene fell into silence.

But Nan Batian on the side was reluctant and yelled:

"What the hell is going on? Are you dumb? Say something!"

At this time, Lao Zhao had lost too much blood and fainted, and his tongue had been cut, and he couldn't expect him to say anything.

Hearing Nan Batian’s questioning, a bodyguard said haltingly:

"Master, it should be Zhao who cut his tongue with a knife..."

Before he could speak, Nan Batian's expression changed, and he looked at the bodyguard who had just spoken with ferocious eyes.

He coughed up a thick sputum and vomited it on the bodyguard's face.

He snorted fiercely and said: "Fuck your mother's shit, Laozi will give you a knife, you cut your tongue, Laozi will give you a million!"

The bodyguard who was spitting out a thick sputum by Nan Batian stood there in a daze.

I didn't dare to wipe the thick phlegm on my face, only let the thick phlegm flow on my eyelids and the corners of my lips...

The bodyguards present fell into silence.

These people are all people who lick blood on the knife edge.

But this said it was licking blood, but it was necessary for them to cut their tongues.

There is no such ruthless one among them.

And the weirdest thing is that it's just such a big place.

Unexpectedly, I didn't find Lao Zhao's cut off tongue.

And they found some minced meat in the blood stains just now.

There was a faint guess in their hearts.

But I can't completely believe it.

This old Zhao is a little older.

But it's not so cruel!

Nan Batian looked at these dazed bodyguards, and he stopped getting angry!

Pointing to a bodyguard and said, "Go to the car ahead and ask, what happened just now?"

The bodyguard pointed at, looking at the car in front,

It is also the little Audi who has just taken a side road.

Faintly feel a bit familiar.

This master of my own family never takes a detour when driving.

Just now, Zhao was negotiating with this person and asked him to move the car.

This sounded a little weird.

Who doesn't drive a car?

But if people are rich and powerful, they just don't change their way.

Appears noble.

But rushing into it rashly is not the case.

After all, this Nan Batian is a celebrity.

What happened back then was violent.

He was not ashamed, and even felt that it was his brilliant record.

But the old man at home had told him that if these things happen again, he should be cleaned up.

Therefore, the work of rushing people is naturally handed over to the security guards.

This bodyguard listened to Nan Batian's instructions.

I am also used to it, and I have to move closer to that little Audi.

Who knows, he took no two steps.

However, it was discovered that Lao Zhao, who had just passed out, opened his eyes for some unknown time.

His eyes were bigger than a copper bell.

Holding his trousers tightly with his hands, his head couldn't help shaking.

Fear was written on his face.

He is stopping his colleagues from moving forward.

But he was speechless, unable to express what he meant.

If these people can read what he wants to express.

They will find that what this person wants to say is: "Don't go, run! Run!"

Unfortunately, no one heard him.

Nan Batian's complexion turned pale, and the surrounding bodyguards did not dare to neglect, so he quickly changed someone and approached the Audi.

But soon, the bodyguard who went to negotiate with the Audi owner said in amazement:

"There is no one here!"

It's weird. The window is open, the seat is obviously showing signs of sitting, and even the air conditioner in the car is still working.

What about this person?

Just as these people looked around, a faint voice rang.

"There are people here."

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