Inside the house, the air is heavy!

Sun Haicheng's whole body tensed, and he didn't dare to move.

It's not that he doesn't want to move, it's that the instinct of his body makes him want to move, and his body is like he doesn't belong to him.

Sun Haicheng looked at the bullet hole in the Huanghuali chair opposite that was emitting green smoke, and subconsciously surged his dry throat, and his hand was even tighter.

Until this moment, Sun Haicheng still couldn't imagine that Han Wushuang was stared at by so many snipers, how could he dare to make a move?

Isn't he afraid of death?

What Sun Haicheng couldn't accept the most was that Han Wushuang's speed was unimaginably fast!

Han Wushuang's hand on Sun Haicheng's shoulder made him feel like a knife was lying across his neck, stabbing his whole body to the point that no hairs stood on end.

Time flies especially slowly at this time.

Sun Haicheng's face gradually turned pale, and cold sweat continued to break out on his forehead.

At this moment, the impact of reality made Sun Haicheng completely realize that he underestimated Han Wushuang too much!

What Sun Haicheng didn't know was that this was not just a mistake he would make, basically everyone, against Han Wushuang, would make the same mistake.

The God of War in the West is not a title that can be obtained by defeating the enemy.

In the Western Realm, there are many things that only Han Wushuang can do.

He is a person who will take the initiative to step one foot into the ghost door and close it whenever he goes to the battlefield.

He is a person who has almost died many times, and what he has experienced is by no means beyond the imagination of Sun Haicheng, who lives peacefully in Linhai.

When arranging the sniper, the housekeeper once suggested that there was a little less, but Sun Haicheng sneered disdainfully and said, "Arrange so many people, I already look up to him!"

According to Sun Haicheng's original plan, only three snipers were needed to take Han Wushuang's life.

The purpose was to let Han Wushuang come and go, and in order to prevent accidents, Sun Haicheng finally arranged a few more snipers.

Who knows, Han Wushuang's true strength is much more than he expected.

What Sun Haicheng didn't know was that not to mention these few snipers, even if there were people standing around him and all the weapons in his hands were aimed at him, as long as he wanted to, he would do it.

In the Western Realm, before Han Wushuang was sealed as the God of War, the title given to him by the enemy was the Mad God!

Entering the battlefield, Han Wushuang only had attack in his eyes, not defense.

As long as he is eyeing the target, what Han Wushuang thinks in the end will become.

Just now, Sun Haicheng was sitting opposite, and if Han Wushuang wanted to, he could let Sun Haicheng die under the guns of the people he arranged when he left.

On the way here, even if no one was following, Han Wushuang knew that Wang Yundi and Han Tianzhong, the two heads of the family, as well as Feng Zhaohong, were all staring at the movements here.

The purpose is to set an example for the monkeys, and if the process is too fast, it will not be able to bring the shock and deterrence that others want.

Secondly, it is rare to do it yourself, and it is not very interesting for Han Wushuang to solve the matter at once.

If Sun Haicheng has to do his best, and then abolish them one by one, and finally die of despair, those who are watching will be afraid.

"Han Wushuang, if you want to kill or chop, whatever you want!" Sun Haicheng had a broken and broken attitude, and he didn't bother to know what Han Wushuang said about the bet.

"Huh!"

Han Wushuang turned around and walked back to his place, and said with a smile: "It's not interesting for you to do this!"

The infrared point of the sniper rifle fell on Han Wushuang again, and even in this situation, Sun Haicheng did not dare to give the order to shoot, and there was no smile on his pale face.

He knew that Han Wushuang was playing him like a monkey.

Han Wushuang knew that there was a sniper, and continued to return to his original position and sit down, if he didn't avoid it, then he would be a fool.

Before and after, Sun Haicheng's mood can be described as twists and turns.

"Han Wushuang, what do you want!" Sun Haicheng asked in a deep voice, the fierce light in his eyes was undisguised.

He didn't want to continue to be tortured, and if he was going to die, he might as well be neat.

"I miss you dead!" Han Wushuang replied calmly.

Sun Haicheng's whole body trembled uncontrollably, the roots of his teeth were clenched, and his heart was extremely tormented.

At this moment, Sun Haicheng really wanted to give an order, but he couldn't open his mouth.

With his intuition, Sun Haicheng knew that if he really gave the order, Han Wushuang would die before he died.

The room became quiet again, Han Wushuang took the teapot and took the initiative to make tea, Sun Haicheng watched all this very quietly.

Is this what it's like to sit on pins and needles?

Sun Haicheng felt bitter in his heart, trying the feeling that his subordinates would only have when he was by his side.

"Come, Master Sun, drink tea!"

Han Wushuang's leisurely appearance was like a knife scraping on Sun Haicheng's heart again and again.

Death itself is not terrible, what is terrible is knowing that death is coming but not yet dead.

The invisible torture made the fear in Sun Haicheng's heart grow rapidly and become stronger little by little.

Suddenly, Sun Haicheng didn't want to die again.

People are like this, and their thoughts will change depending on the facts.

At the beginning, under the impact of hatred, Sun Haicheng still looked at death a little in his heart.

But under Han Wushuang's torture, courage was lost and fear grew.

Han Wushuang continued to drink tea quietly, and Sun Haicheng on the other side couldn't help but tremble because he was afraid of death.

"Are you afraid?" Han Wushuang stared at Sun Haicheng.

"What I wanted to bet with you before was that even if you hid the means, I bet that you will die in the end and I can leave safely!"

Han Wushuang stood up, and Sun Haicheng was so frightened that he hurriedly followed suit.

Looking at each other, Sun Haicheng's frightened expression began to become crazy under Han Wushuang's forced gaze.

At the beginning, Sun Haicheng still wanted to beg for mercy and begged Han Wushuang to give him a way to live.

Under each other's eyes, Sun Haicheng could see from Han Wushuang's indifferent eyes that Han Wushuang would not give him a chance today.

The dog jumped over the wall in a hurry.

At this point, Sun Haicheng knew that he couldn't fight if he didn't fight.

"You give me death!"

Sun Haicheng opened his arms and hugged Han Wushuang with a crazy face, wanting to give the hidden killer a chance.

Han Wushuang remained motionless and let Sun Haicheng hold him.

One second!

Two seconds!

Three seconds!

The room was still quiet, and there was no blood splattering.

"Kill, shoot me!"

Sun Haicheng roared anxiously, unable to figure out why the killers lurking around suddenly stopped moving.

Soon, Sun Haicheng let go of his hands and sat on the ground with a decadent expression.

He knew that the arranged killer had been eliminated by Han Wushuang at some point.

At this moment, Sun Haicheng understood why Han Wushuang was so calm from beginning to end.

understood that he had a plan without fear, and he was nothing in front of Han Wushuang.

"Can you not involve my wife?" asked Sun Haicheng in a low voice.

"Yes!"

Ten minutes later, Han Wushuang left the meeting room with his hands behind his back, and the butler who had been guarding outside hurriedly rushed in, and a cry of pain came out immediately.

Sun Haicheng, the head of the Sun family, committed suicide at home!

Half an hour later, the news of Sun Haicheng's death spread quickly.

After an interval of seven years, Linhai shook again.

The initiator of the last shock was Han Wushuang.

Who will it be this time?