The ghostly brave man mixed in American comics

Half an hour later, Alvin, who had finished telling everything, sat weakly on the sofa, and the caring Max poured him a glass of water.

Lance reached out and patted his shoulder to comfort, "Don't worry, leave this matter to me."

Alvin looked slightly sideways and said, "Lance, there's no need for this, you can't fight them... They..."

Lance waved his hand and said with a look of indifference: "Don't worry, I already have a feud with them, so leave this matter to me."

After calming Alvin's emotions, Lance returned to the room, he wanted to ask Maeve for information, after all, he knew that he would win a hundred battles.

And it's still a little early, and it's time for him to act when it gets dark.

Late at night.

Lance's figure appeared at the door of the Walt Company, looked at the towering building, sneered and strode over.

"Hey! Man, what are you doing? When the security guard saw Lance, he immediately rushed up and stopped him, looking him up and down his way.

"I'm looking for Xuan Se."

"Xuan Se? Without this person! Go fast, go fast! "The security guard came forward and tried to grab his arm and push him out, but the exam punched him directly in the stomach, knocking the security guard out.

"Snap!"

With a crisp sound, the bodyguard fell to the ground motionless and unconscious, and under the unconscious convulsions, vomit spurted out of his mouth, pasting half of his face.

Originally, the other security guards who were patrolling the hall held a lively attitude, but suddenly found that this young man who did not have long eyes was so arrogant, brandishing the electric baton in his hand and rushing up angrily.

Lance pouted disdainfully as he looked at the several burly security guards who rushed up.

Bite off more than one can chew.

One punch at a time, without effort, several people flew out upside down faster than when they came.

Looking at the security guard lying on the ground wailing, Lance walked towards the front desk, looked at the shivering and young blonde and said, "Hello, what floor is Xuan Se?" Lance

has always been gentle and considerate to girls, but the blonde is nervous and speechless.

After sighing, Lance turned and walked towards the elevator.

I have to say that Walt Company is really rich, and it takes two minutes to walk from the front desk to the elevator room, but at this time, someone at the elevator door blocked Lance's way.

Fancy dress, bells and whistles.

"Please come back, as long as you leave, this matter can be treated as if it didn't happen."

"What if I don't say yes?"

"Then I can only let you taste how good I am."

A flame appeared in the hand of the man in the red and yellow uniform: "After going to hell, remember to tell Satan that thunder and fire killed you!" Hahaha! Laughing

maniacally, Thunder Fire held the fireball in his hand and smashed it towards Lance.

Interesting, is it to start a fire or control it?

Somewhat curious, Lance reached for the fireball and tried to play with it.

But just as his right hand touched the fireball, the fireball suddenly exploded, erupting into a fiery flame.

The flames turned into countless fire snakes that wrapped around Lance's body, enveloping Lance in it.

"Hahaha! Go to hell! Oh~ You must be charming when you are burned to char. "The twisted Lei Huo's legs rubbed together, making people unable to understand his proclivities,

secret skills! Jump sideways repeatedly!

With the fierce movement back and forth, Lance easily extinguished the flames on his body and nodded, and said approvingly to Lei Huo: "Your skills are still fancy, but unfortunately, the strength is a little worse." "

“what the fuck？"

The originally climactic thunder fire was shocked to see his way of extinguishing fire, it was almost unprecedented, but hearing his contempt for his strength, Lei Huo was angry again.

"Arrogant!"

Shocked and angry, he watched Lance wave his hand suddenly, and four or five fireballs flew out and whistled towards Lance.

"Don't have a new move? Bored..." Lance

instantly exerted his strength after showing disdain, and the next second appeared behind Lei Huo, grabbed his shoulder and squeezed him hard.

"Click!" The sound of bones breaking sounded.

"Ugh!" Lei Huo screamed, and the whole person fell to the ground, covering his broken shoulder and screaming repeatedly.

Lance stepped forward half a step and stepped his other sound arm.

"Can you still send fireballs now?"

After dropping this sentence, he turned around and pressed the elevator button, and with a 'ding-dong', the elevator door slowly opened.

Lance walked into the elevator and waved at the tearful thunder.

"Bye bye~"

Maeve told him that the first to ninth floors were ordinary staff, and most of the people thought that Walt was an ordinary pharmaceutical company, and they were not very clear about things above the tenth floor.

If you want to find Xuan Color, you must start at least from the tenth floor, and the people here are basically the core personnel of the Walt Company.

And she's not at Walt right now.

She and a few others of similar strength were sent on rescue missions across Europe to make a name for Walt and so didn't know much about what was happening inside the company right now.

Lance knew Maeve wouldn't lie to him, because she still had the handle in her hand, and Lance had recorded a small video when she mended the knife.

After going back, she gave the video to Tom, and once she wanted to pit herself, then try to see who was unlucky first.

In this world, there are not many people that Lance can trust, and he has to keep a hand in doing things.

Just tore open a watermelon bubble wave and threw it into his mouth, but the elevator suddenly stopped shaking and suddenly stopped on the eighth floor, which made him a little depressed and had to climb the stairs.

The elevator, which may be remotely controlled, slowly opens the door at this time.

Outside, two rows of heavily armed mercenaries stood and raised their submachine guns that Lance did not recognize and aimed at him, looking wary.

In the middle of the two rows of mercenaries, stood a man in a white shirt and black trousers.

He looked twenty-six or seven, with curly blonde hair, slender figure, narrow eyes squinted together, and looked like he hadn't woken up.

And the lips are even painted with bright red lipstick, which looks extremely charming with this person's even somewhat miserable white face.

This guy's temperament is very weird, not only with arrogance and arrogance, but also with a feminine and feminine taste, and for a moment Lance really can't tell the gender of this product.

"Men? Woman? Transsexual? Shemale? The

face of the person who originally looked calm and did not know the gender changed greatly, and he took out a large-caliber silver revolver, and the muzzle of the black hole was pointed at Lance, and his eyes flashed with icy killing intent.

"I don't have much patience, and if you don't leave again, I'm welcome."

"Aha! I guess you're a man! The voice is so rough, but you look a little embarrassed..."