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The ruthless man in front of him looked at everyone, as if he was looking at a group of leeks growing very well in the vegetable field...

The oppressive predatory eyes, combined with the C4 bombs all over this person's body, and the red lights flashing non-stop, made the group of people shudder.

They claim to be the heroes of the world who were killed in Hell's Kitchen.

But when he saw such a ruthless person, he couldn't help trembling, his throat rolling up and down with difficulty.

Take advantage of At the moment.

The person in charge of the Warehouse lowered his voice and asked in the ear of the Russian:

"Is he really not one of you?"

"No! I don't know how he kept up with us... Could he be your enemy? You know, that lunatic looks a lot like a Donghuang man!"

The person in charge of Warehouse twitched: "..."

As far as common sense is concerned, the possibility mentioned by the strong Russian man does exist.

After all, it's a blood feud, which is understandable.

Seeing that the abnormality in the eyes of the strong Russian man became more and more serious, the person in charge of the Warehouse said aggrievedly:

"But we don't know this person either!"

During the conversation between the two.

Zou Jin has already crossed his legs, and said with a smile on his face:

"I said that I am an enthusiastic crowd, and you are so nervous, which made me a little uncomfortable."

"Come on, sit down, let's talk calmly."

Falk!

As far as the posture you have shown, no one will believe it until they are short-sighted.

The hell with the enthusiastic crowd.

Take a look at the red light on your body that keeps flashing like a firefly, who is interested in chatting calmly?

"Brother, tell me, what is your purpose?"

The Russian burly man took the lead and couldn't bear it anymore. He pulled out his chair and sat opposite Zou Jin.

The oppressive feeling of Siberia's cold current is full of words.

"How many times have I said it, I am really enthusiastic about the masses..."

Looking around, Zou Jin helplessly persuaded:

"Don't worry, these explosives will not detonate as you imagined. That doesn't conform to my aesthetics at all."

A group of people were drenched in cold sweat, and unconsciously took a few steps back.

Even when he didn't get an order from his superiors, he took the initiative to lower the muzzle direction of the gun.

No way, if you say this, don't dangle the detonator in your hand, we will really believe your evil!

The person in charge of the Warehouse didn't care about his subordinates' overstepping.

Instead, he pressed his hands together and said in cooperation:

"Put down your guns! It's really inappropriate to dance around with knives and guns in the middle of the night."

He had to, after all, he and his men were only responsible for selling goods from the Hand.

I don't have much money in my hands all year round, so why hang my head on my belt and compete with the madman in front of me? They're not those brainless ninjas!

The strong Russian man also had to put on a smirk, and said in a pretentious and kind tone:

"We really should have a good exchange on the current issue. Who... why are you standing there in a daze? Hurry up and pour a cup of coffee for our enthusiasts!"

Seeing the strong Russian man pointing at himself, the Warehouse director twitched his mouth.

This is the territory of the Hand, and when did I become your subordinate, how did you have the nerve to command me?

But due to the current emergency situation...

The person in charge of the Warehouse can only recognize it...

Wait for the coffee to be served.

The Russian brawny smiled and said:

"That's right, I heard that your Excellency found our people, seems to have encountered an accident, right?"

"Ah... yes! Wait for me to recall... It seems that the old man in the alley is miserable, most of his head was blown off by the M500! Those in the gutter at the door are not very comfortable. To be honest, I just saw a Pale yellow smoke, like mustard gas, enveloped them... I hope everyone is alright..."

When a group of people heard this inappropriate answer, their faces turned blue.

Why don't you simply say that it was the M500 you used that blasted off the head of your dark whistle? Was that thing designed to hit people's heads?

You can always be a person!

etc……

And mustard gas?

are you serious?

Is killing a few ninjas hiding in the gutter worth the mustard gas?

Eh?

Mustard gas? !

Falk!

No wonder I felt the air I inhaled in my nasal cavity just now, how could there be a faint smell of garlic...

Thinking of this, each of the strong men looked at their own skin with horror on their faces. I don't know if it was a psychological influence, but everyone felt that their skin was itching badly.

There were even several strong men on the spot, like a young girl who had been slapped in the corner after the incident, scratching her body in a panic and screaming continuously.

The rest of the people were also pale, with a sense of sadness about going to see God...

See this scene.

Zou Jin's face twitched slightly.

He used mustard gas, but he wasn't a fool.

The physique of the second-generation super soldier really does not need to worry about the toxicity of mustard gas.

But that stuff doesn't smell good either, so Zou Jin expanded the imaginary space to isolate the lurking ninjas from the real world.

Even the previous M500 bullet was sealed in a similar way.

Otherwise, with such a loud voice, the group of people in front of them could still conduct transactions so comfortably?

Trembling, the brawny Russian man took out a cigarette from his skirt, and with desperate and resentful eyes, he just locked on Zou Jin, just when he was about to speak.

Zou Jin spread his hands out of boredom, and said:

"You guys are so boring, you have no sense of humor."

"Forget it, I'm tired of playing too, just finished the enthusiasm part..."

With his eyes wide open, the Russian brawny man seemed to be about to refute something, but he twisted his face abruptly, holding his heart tightly with both hands.

It was just that moment.

He just felt as if some kind of foreign object had been stuffed into his heart.

Severe pain swept through his body, making him unable to even hold the firearm in his hand.

Before the others could react, one after another grabbed their chests and knelt down on the ground in the same pain.

until then.

After all the C4 explosives disappeared from his body, Zou Jin stood up and announced with a serious face:

"I told you that I am an enthusiastic crowd, but you people just don't believe it!"

"Believe it now, it's really... Can this Mei Lijian get better? To be honest, no one believes it..."

From the corner of the eye that was cracked due to pain, I caught the expression on Zou Jin's face from the corner of my eye, and heard Zou Jin's speech.

The Russian brawny and Warehouse director is completely desperate...

They have already guessed where the disappearing C4 explosives went...

Falk!

Feelings, you are really an enthusiastic crowd in the literal sense, right? !

Regardless of whether that thing will explode or not, it is impossible for them to live if a foreign object of this size is inexplicably stuffed into their own chest cavity!

The next moment.

Walking out of the Warehouse with Zou Jin.

Boom boom boom!

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