There is a special floor in one of the finance buildings in South Africa. Eighteenth floor.

The whole building knows that that floor is contracted by the most powerful local underworld 'mafia'. Specialized in dealing with the illegal property of some mafia gangs. Lately, for some reason, people of other colors have been taken to the eighteenth floor by these people. At the front desk of the building is a fair-skinned and beautiful European girl Alice, and today she also witnessed two yellow people being taken into the elevator by them, and the elevator showed that the place where it stopped was the eighteenth floor.

Alice couldn't help but pray in her heart for those two people, praying to God that they would get out of the elevator alive. But she also knew that the odds were very low, because no one of other colors had ever walked out of the eighteenth floor alive until this point. - The only way out is to jump down from the eighteenth floor.

Alice also knew that this was a series of murders, and she also wanted to call the police, and it was not like no one had done this before. However, the results of the police investigation turned out to be all the suicides of the parties themselves by jumping off the building. Everyone understands that this is a robbery and murder case jointly deployed by gangsters and the police!

Somehow, Alice today feels that she can't stand this kind of work environment anymore, and feels that her spirit is about to collapse. She deliberately suppressed herself, but she always unconsciously wanted to look at the east window, because she knew that it was usually the place where the body fell from the eighteenth floor. It's going to be a little while, where those two people fell... They... Still so young.

'Ding Ding Ding' Suddenly a series of phone rings interrupted her thoughts. She looked at the number displayed on the front desk phone, and was suddenly a little stunned, the phone number showed 'eighteenth floor', this is a call from the 'eighteenth floor'?

Alice hesitated, but finally picked up the phone, and immediately there was a 'bang, bang, bang' gunshot, and the sound of many people screaming, and a panicked man's voice shouted in an eager Zulu language: "Grass mud horse, only answer the phone now!" Damn it! Alarm! Alarm! Eighteen floors! Report...... "......The phone suddenly hung up again. Alice looked at the phone in surprise, not knowing what to do.

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On the eighteenth floor, Ye Wujian sneered and pointed a pistol at the head of the scar man, but the scar man did not dare to move, maintaining the posture of calling the police. Ye Wujian gestured with his eyes, and the scar man hung up the phone sensibly.

"You're really ashamed, in the underworld, where would anyone call the police." Ye Wujian sneered, his white face revealing a grim reaper-like gloom.

Behind Ye Wuji, the more than 20 black people, without exception, all staggered to the ground after being shot, some fell unconscious, and some were directly shot and died. Ye Wujian is a strange person, the danger he has encountered in the past is much greater than this time, and he has long been used to how to deal with this kind of scene. As long as he is given a gun, he has the ability to defeat these underworld thugs with no formal training, even without the use of special abilities. Even, he can be so fine as killing the person with the gun first, snatching the gun from the person, and continuing to fight. For Ye Wuji, more than 20 underworlds, even if they hold guns, are just more than 20 moving targets.

As long as you don't get six guns pointed at the head at the same time from different directions. It's a pity that they've missed such an opportunity.

The scar man reacted, he probably knew that it was impossible for him to hit Ye Wuji, who was agile, but he actually held the gun in his hand and trembled and pointed at Zhang Tianluo, who was still squatting in the corner of the wall dumbfounded.

"You... You... Believe it or not, I could have shot him before you could kill me. "This was almost the last straw for Scar Man. All of them are dead, and this demon in front of him is an existence that he can't kill, and he only hopes that this demon will care about the life of the innocent boy over there. After all...... For a full five minutes, Ye Wujian chose to avoid the angle of the bullet accidentally injuring the kid as much as possible.

"I don't believe it." Ye Wujian said with a sneer. If a murderous demon king who has no emotion at all.

"You... You... You—" The scar man was very nervous, sweat kept dripping from his forehead, and he trembled uncontrollably, as if he was about to lose his grip on the gun.

"Well, let's make an equal deal, I'll count one, two, three, I'll shoot you, you, shoot him." Ye Wujian pointed at Zhang Tianluo and said lightly with a weird smile: "How is it?" Be fair, a life is worth a life. ”

It will be Zhang Tianluo's turn to panic, he looked at Ye Wujian with wide eyes in fear, as if he had never thought that such a boring word would come out of the mouth of this seemingly delicate boy. Zhang Tianluo felt that he was extremely unlucky today, almost died at the hands of the local gangsters, originally Ye Wujian appeared like a god of war, killing more than 20 underworld members in five minutes, giving him hope of survival, and he even imagined the scene of the two of them helping each other out of the building. But now, he actually wants this Scar Boss to beat himself to death? The most unfortunate life is nothing more than this, if you come to die it is a kind of relief, this kind of hope to live, but you are personally destroyed by the person who pins your hope, this kind of despair...... It's probably worse than death, right?!

Zhang Tianluo wanted to stand up and resist, he wanted to do something casually, he wanted to vent his dissatisfaction, but he had no choice but to be beaten too badly, and looking at the corpses all over the ground, his legs couldn't help but tremble slightly and didn't obey the call.

"I'm going to start counting." Ye Wujian said with a strange smile.

"One."

"Two."

Ye Wujian clearly heard the sound of the scar man's teeth trembling as he could not suppress his fear. This is the state that people should be in when they are really facing death. In contrast, the kid named Zhang Tianluo over there was much more calm, and Ye Wujian even saw a trace of his hatred in his eyes.

"Three."

"Bang bang!" The two pistols were fired one after the other without any incident.

However, no one fell, just like Ye Wujian thought. He still clearly remembered the scene of the scarred man grinding his head with the muzzle of a gun. In Ye Wuji's impression, such a greedy ghost who is greedy for life and afraid of death would not dare to make such a dangerous move. Unless...... That gun was only used to strengthen the momentum, and there were no bullets in it at all. And in the later battle, although this scar man held a gun, he never fired a shot, which further confirmed Ye Wuji's conjecture.

As for why Scar Man wasn't hit by a bullet either...... It's because the bullets in Ye Wuji's gun have actually just run out.

Ye Wujian looked at his gun curiously, and asked knowingly: "Ah, there are no bullets." Your life is so big. ”

The two men who were pointed at gunpoint were visibly relieved.

I don't know who called the police, but there was a thorough alarm downstairs. Ye Wujian walked to the window and saw that the entire building was almost surrounded by police cars, and countless black policemen rushed into the building. 'It's a nest of cops. In this case, the stairs and elevators cannot be walked. Ye Wuqian thought coldly, and when all the police cars came out of the police cars and entered the floor, Ye Wuqian turned his head to the scar man and said:

"Forget it, I'll spare your life. However, you have to do something for me, and if you don't die, I'll spare your life. ”

Didn't wait for Scar Man to respond. Ye Wujian had already mobilized his own ability, he lifted Zhang Tianluo with one hand and the scar man with the other, and used his ability to lighten the weight of the two of them, and then used the scar man as a meat ball to throw towards the window, blasting through the window, and the whole person also flew out of the eighteen floors. Zhang Tianluo, who watched it, was dumbfounded.

"It's going to jump!" Ye Wujian was still smiling weirdly, making a foreshadowing before he was about to run wildly, as if he was giving Zhang Tianluo time to prepare psychologically.

"What...... Jump? Zhang Tianluo had a faint sense of foreboding.

In the next second, Ye Wujian carried Zhang Tianluo and ran towards the window, and in Zhang Tianluo's crazy screams, the two rushed out of the window together, falling rapidly from the height of the eighteen-story building.

Zhang Tianluo closed his eyes and didn't dare to look, but his mouth couldn't help but yell wildly: "Today is really the most unlucky day for Lao Tzu since he was born." ”

Ye Wuji, who listened, laughed in the air that quickly fell.

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