He didn't pay attention to the little earl who was already paralyzed by fright, not that the old butler was unwilling, but when he saw the appearance of the other party and the blade between his fingers, he did not doubt that if he made any changes, the other party would not hesitate to let them stay here permanently.

"You...... You...... Whatever you want, as long as I can give you in Curry, I'll give it to you! Isn't that the woman? I'll give you everything I took tonight, and I don't want to ...... any of them."

These words fell on the old butler's heart, and they were so 'bitter'. What you can give, the other party has already obtained with strength. Now these chips, the other party does not care at all.

It was also tougher than Little Berg's words, but the old butler's words still tried not to provoke the other party. It is simply a position of both sides in order to find out the motives of the other side.

"You know the identity of the young man behind me. Since you dare to make a move at your doorstep, I think you have no scruples. But whether it's the end of Carmen, or Fair...... We must continue in this huge circle. Don't you ......?"

"Huh...... I said uncle, you are also old, from your skills and performance in dealing with emergencies just now, it is not difficult to see that you are also a **lake. Considered a peer, I want to ask, like our profession of looking for excitement on the blade and hanging on the crotch of our pants, once we make this vote, will we care about other aspects?

In other words, even if I stop today, whether it is you, or the Berg family and the Matthew family behind him, will you get by?

Don't be naïve, after the beam is knotted, there is no room for turn. Unless, my presence really makes you feel jealous. Of course, as an 'outsider', it's really hard. It's so hard that I don't even believe that there will be such a day. ”

The smile is still so bright, but behind this brilliance, there is a hideous hideness that makes people deeply afraid. Looking at the little young man in front of him, he looked like he was walking step by step. The old butler, clenched his fists and prepared to fight the last, was already ready to fight to the death.

However, at this moment, the siren sounded. The sound did not come from the periphery, but from within the Berg family, not far away. Hearing this resound, little Berg, who suddenly grinned at the corners of his mouth, with a delusional expression, shouted loudly:

"My family is here, my family is here, and you let me go now......"

"Shut up......" Without waiting for Xiao Sheng to speak, the old butler who turned his head suddenly, and said sternly until Xiao Berg's 'Dese', in his opinion, at this critical moment, if he provoked the other party. Before reinforcements arrived, the two of them were already dead.

was completely shocked by the old butler, and the bullet that was originally clenched in his hand fell to the ground. Xiao Sheng, who had all this in his eyes, did not take this siren to heart at all, but strode to Xiao Berg's side, bent down and picked up the bullet inlaid with the letter 'N'.

Facing the light of the tower, looking at the familiar letters, Xiao Daguan, who once again showed a knowing smile, stared directly at the little earl who had already had no six gods and a pale face.

"What do you want me to say about you, although your father was ridiculed by the outside world for eating soft rice, he had his own political skills, and he gathered a group of 'marginal people' like him in the House of Representatives, who were originally depressed. After so many years of hibernation, even your tough mother doesn't dare to provoke him too much.

Your mother, though she is a daughter, is involved in a series of 'industries' that even men dare not touch. Firmly sitting in the second position of the Matthew family, even if she is now married to Monaco, who dares to say a 'no' word to her at home? You must know that your mother is playing arms in private, and she is supporting the 'government army' of a small African country. If you make her unhappy, you will die!

Whether it's your father's obscurity, or your mother's refusal to shave your eyebrows, why don't I see it in you? As the only heir to the next Berg family, it is a pity to abandon a chicken like you, and leave it to suffer. After saying this, Xiao Sheng pulled out a revolver from his waist and threw out the revolver very chicly. At this time, he couldn't help but look up at Xiao Berg, who was so frightened that he threw out a few drops of urine, and said softly:

"Do you believe in fate?" Just when Xiao Sheng said this, the bullet inlaid with the letter 'N' had been stuffed into the revolver by Xiao Sheng, and with Xiao Sheng's instantaneous fluctuations, the revolver hanging on the body of the gun rotated rapidly, only listening to the sound of 'pop', and when Xiao Sheng put away the revolver, the whole gun was merged into one.

"This is a well-known revolver in the world: Colt Python revolver, caliber: 9mm, weight: 1077g, ammunition capacity: 6 rounds. The former is to tell you that if you shoot at the head at close range and the bullet comes out, you still have 0.03 seconds to survive, and the latter data is to tell you that luckily this revolver with only one bullet gives you five out of six hope of survival.

Tsk, if you can't avoid one-sixth of your bad luck. Then it means that you, the 'chicken ribs', should not live in the world.

I asked the old man to convey your sentence: GoodLuck wishes you good luck, I don't know if he relayed it. If not, I will solemnly say it to you again:

GoodLuck ......" When Xiao Sheng finished speaking, his raised arm was slowly lowered, and the empty muzzle of the gun was aimed directly at Little Berg's head. At this time, the old butler, who had a strange movement, suddenly felt a red dot, which flickered in front of his eyes and then quickly disappeared. Apparently in the shadows, there are snipers waiting for an opportunity.

Once he made any moves, the old butler had no doubt that the other party would leave him here for a long time.

"I don't want to die...... I have a lot of money, what do you want, what do you want you you tell me, my mother is the Matthew family...... My father is the Count of Berg, and as long as you open your mouth, they will be, they will ......"

Just when Little Berg was intermittent, but the speed of his speech was very fast, for fear of missing something, the sound of hurried footsteps in front of him warned everyone present that a large number of people had already walked this way.

"Mr. Shaw, I think you've got what you want tonight, and I'm a son who has been duly punished, you see, or our game is over, how about counting my Matthew family owing you a favor?"

"Mom, save me......"

"Don't move ......"

"Bang ......"