The face is lightly biased, a bullet slashes through his left cheek, and it seems to burn a hair that makes Masaki's face itch slightly, his toes are slammed, his body is slightly on one side, countless bullets pass by his clothes, and the muzzle of the gun that Masaki raised his hand finally burst into flames.

"Bang!" and "Ding!" two sounds in a row, the first sound is the sound of the firing pin activating the * bullet out of the chamber, and the second sound is the crisp sound of the bullet colliding with an unavoidable bullet in mid-air, triggering a spark, and the two deformed warheads suddenly scattered in the air, accompanied by two screams, and drilled into the chests of the two men!

"Bang bang bang....", like a silver plate gate leaking out of the slurry, once the gun is fired, it can no longer stop, the muzzle of the gun of the political discipline sprayed flames, six bullets, almost at the same time from the muzzle of the gun, and then the six figures fell to the ground in shock, and a steaming hole appeared in everyone's forehead.

The hallway was calm again, as if all of this had been a hallucination and had never happened.

Smoothing out the folded sleeves of his coat, he casually threw the pistol aside, and Masaki strode away!

"What's the matter, have you already caught it?" In the room, the man who had appeared in the Georgia Stadium frowned and listened to the movement in the corridor outside the door, and said with some hesitation, the eight people sent out just now are all good hands under him, and it shouldn't be a problem for eight people to deal with one person.

As soon as the "bang" words fell, a gunshot and screams came from the corridor, which was extraordinarily infiltrating in this silent night, making his body tremble slightly.

"Help!" a help, as if it sounded through the door, so that the man in the room with a mustache couldn't help but take a few steps back, three steps and two steps to the table, in the panicked eyes of several other people, took out a pistol from under the desk, and several people invariably pointed at the door, the beads of sweat on their foreheads emitted a greasy glow in the dim light.

At the door of the corridor, Masaki held a dagger that he grabbed casually, and slowly walked towards the front court, the blood on the tip of the knife fell to the ground bit by bit, as if it was the silent cry of the deceased.

Suddenly, Masatsu's hand was raised, and a white light pierced the darkness, with a speed like a storm, fleeting.

A man with a pistol in the shadows not far away let out a painful wail, the pistol fell to the ground, clutching his throat with disbelief and pain, and then struggled a few times and lost his breath.

However, the dagger did not stop, like a hundred refinements, controlled by an invisible hand in the air, spinning and flying in the shadows of the darkness, accompanied by a few sounds of flesh falling to the ground and blood gushing, as if it were the scythe of death harvesting the life hidden in the shadows.

The last person fell to the ground, and Masaki didn't bother to look at him, and with a slight move of his hand, the dagger that was originally inserted in the man's throat flew back into Masaki's hand in a circle, as if it had been pulled by an invisible thread.

The footsteps did not stop, and when he reached one of the doors, he could clearly hear the rapid and restless breathing inside, four people!

Without hesitation, Masaki raised his foot and kicked the door open, and his body suddenly became short, and he rushed in like a phantom, and he was greeted by a rapid raindrop of bullets and gunfire, which instantly poured down on the place where he had been standing.

The man who had just been sent to the house and several other subordinates were frantically shooting towards the dark corridor at the door, with a crazy look on their faces, and there was only one thought in their hearts, and that was to kill him!

This building, how many subordinates they have are clear in their hearts, it can be said that without his consent, if you want to get here, it will be extremely difficult, among the eighty or ninety gunmen, there are no less than five of the top killers in the gang, which no one can easily break through, but this man whose face they can't see clearly is all the way to the gods, and the Buddha blocks the impossible into reality!

Ammunition poured down in the dark corridor, and from time to time the golden bullets would bounce off fleeting sparks, but they fell into the air, not hitting any flesh, and suddenly, on the shoulders of the man standing in the middle of the four, at some point, a pair of slender palms were placed on his arms like ghosts, and then his hands involuntarily changed direction, and the muzzles of the guns were aimed at the four companions beside him.

Before they could react, the four men collapsed in a pool of blood with a glint of disbelief in their eyes.

At the scene, only Masaki was left, and the middle-aged foreign man who was panting and pointing his pistol at Masaki and constantly tapping the trigger to make an empty kaba sound.

"Who the hell are you! Who sent you!" The foreign man in the suit threw his pistol to the ground in despair, looked at the man with the silver mask in front of him, and shouted hoarsely, panicked and could only hide his panic with the loudest voice.

However, Masaki didn't speak, just looked at him coldly.

"Did the Xinsinuo family send you? How much did they give you! I'll give you double!" Seeing the silent political discipline, the man became more and more panicked, guessing blindly, he suspected that the other party was a killer invited by Xinsinuo, who was also a mafia who did not deal with him!

"This sentence, maybe I should ask you," Finally, when the man was about to lose the silence, Masaki spoke, yes, he came for the assassination on the Super Bowl stage, and the man in front of him, the person who issued the order that he saw from the memory of the clown mask man, followed the memory of the other party, he came here.

This is in line with the consistent character of political discipline, and the danger does not need to be postponed, and it should be solved in the bud as soon as possible.

"Are you?" Hearing Masaki's words, a suspicious look flashed in the man's eyes, and he looked at Masaki with more guesses.

However, what answered him was a pair of bright red writing wheel eyes of Zhengji.

Ten minutes later, the man collapsed in a pool of blood, and Masaki had a look of understanding on his face.

"I didn't expect it to be him, it actually made him mix his head", after reading the information he wanted, Zhengji's face showed a look of helplessness and surprise, in the man's memory, he saw a familiar and strange person, it was Wang Gang, at the same time he sighed a little about his fate, trouble always found himself, from the way he didn't expect, a "Freemasonry" was already a headache, and now there was a "mafia" that was one of the best in the gang.

The world is changeable, no one can predict what will happen tomorrow, just like Wang Gang, who would have thought that Wang Gang, who fled to the United States like a lost dog, turned around and became the son-in-law of the godfather of the global mafia organization "Mafia", which everyone is familiar with!

Could it be that after being reborn, he brought his own "BUFF" that attracted hatred?

Newman, the godfather of the mafia, has only one daughter, and it can be said that he is spoiled to the extreme, and there is even a saying in the underground of the mafia, "You can do something to Newman, but you can't touch a hair of his daughter! Otherwise, what awaits you will be Newman's endless anger!"

And Wang Gang met Newman's daughter Amanda in a chance meeting, and only a few months later, the two entered the palace of marriage, which made countless people lose their eyes, and almost thousands of favors in one Amanda, what did he fall in love with this yellow-skinned man from China?

When I met Wang Gang, that kid was so poor that he was about to live on the streets.

What are you kidding, Wang Gang is in the United States, it can be said that he has no relatives, and even the homeless people on the street can override his head.

Or is it even more impossible, not to mention that the aesthetics of Europeans and Americans are very different from those of Asians, even if Asians themselves look at it, Wang Gang's appearance is not outstanding, and it can even be said to be a little ugly!

But such a man who is useless in the eyes of everyone has taken Yamanda, the golden phoenix, home and become the son-in-law of Newman, the godfather of the mafia, whom everyone is jealous and envious of!

And this assassination was also done by Wang Gang who arranged for the man in front of him, and the man with the outstanding clown mask was the top ten killers in the killer faction of the "mafia"!

Suddenly, Masaki's ears twitched slightly, and he looked into the back of the room, where there was the sound of breathing!

Masaki squinted his eyes, slowly walked into the house step by step, looked at the wardrobe in the corner of the room, and put his hand on the doorknob of the wardrobe, and at the same time, the breathing sound in the closet became more and more rapid, and he seemed to be extremely afraid!

"Squeak", the wardrobe opened, the nervous Masaki saw the scene inside, his hand trembled slightly, and the nerves that were ready to respond at any time were relaxed, but a complicated look flashed in his eyes, it was not who was in the wardrobe, but a boy of seven or eight years old, looking at himself with a frightened expression, the whole person's face was pale, and his trembling legs represented his nervousness and fear at the moment.

Masaki straightened his waist, and subconsciously glanced at the group photo on the bedside of the bed, a man and the child in front of him were standing in the entertainment park with a smile on their faces, smiling brightly, the man was none other than the man outside the house, the relationship between the two people was self-evident.

Zhengji's brows furrowed slightly, and a softness in his heart moved slightly, and then he was pressed down, the world is so cruel, there are not a few people who die in their own hands, they will not be orphans of Mu Ran, and naturally they also have their own relatives, but this is not the reason for the mercy of their subordinates, sometimes, life is full of helplessness and sacrifice.