"No...... No...... Ahem...... Don't dare...... Ahem...... Hahaha......"

was pinched by the cold heart, the white man couldn't breathe well, his throat was painful and unbearable, his turquoise eyes were round, and he looked extremely terrifying, but because of the cold heart's "haha scattered", even though his throat was about to be choked, he still couldn't help laughing: "Haha...... Haha......"

At this moment, the white man, because he couldn't stop laughing, felt that his stomach was swept by waves of spasms, as if someone punched and kicked him in the stomach, and the stomach vomited for a while, but he couldn't vomit anything, and this taste was worse than killing him.

"Tell me!"

Coldly asked: "Where is Zuo Qisheng's stupid fork?" ”

"In ...... At...... At...... Ha ha...... Hahaha......"

With his throat pinched, the white man could no longer speak normally, his facial muscles twisted sharply, his eyes full of panic, and the only thing he could do was tremble and use his fingers to reach the elevator upstairs.

The white man really wants to cry now, Zuo Qisheng's order to him was originally to hold the cold heart hostage, and then detain him upstairs, but he didn't expect that he brought more than 20 little brothers with loaded guns and ammunition to fail the mission, and now he wants to die, but unfortunately because he can't stop laughing, the current white man has no strength at all, let alone death, even if he hits the head with a piece of tofu, he can't do it.

"Eliminate your paralysis!"

After learning that Zuo Qisheng was upstairs, he waved his hand coldly and smashed his fist on the white man's round eyes: "Ciao! ”

Receiving the cold punch, the white man's head sank, and he fainted immediately, and a second before fainting, he smiled obviously, and even vaguely said thank you to the cold heart, not for anything else, just because he finally didn't have to laugh anymore.

After knocking down the white man, he got up and gave a rough punch and kick to the more than 20 men in black suits lying and sitting on the ground.

With three punches and two kicks, more than 20 vicious killers all fell to the ground like hard wood.

Looking at the blacks and whites who were fainting all over the ground, he smiled coldly, and said to himself: "Zuo Qisheng is really a stupid fork, thinking that sending some mentally handicapped gringos can bring down Lao Tzu?" ”

Where do you know if you are cold? These blacks and whites sent by Zuo Qisheng are all killers active in the American continent, extremely vicious and ruthless, and their hands are covered with blood, and even the Evil Moon Alliance is quite fearful.

It's not that the opponent is too weak, but that you are too strong!

Just based on the "haha san" mixed with cigarettes, not to mention more than 20 killers, even if it comes ten times more, the result will be the same, that is, it will be completely chilled.

The toxicity of Ha Ha San is very magical, after inhaling the slightly cool Ha Ha San, the poisoned person can't stop laughing, laughing convulsions, laughing stomach cramps, laughing fainting.

And if you smoke an excessive amount of haha san, it will not be poisoned, not only will it not be poisoned, but it will also have the effect of calming the nerves. The reason why Hanxin squatted on the ground and inhaled the cigarette mixed with haha san vigorously was for this purpose.

After being poisoned by Ha Ha San, unless you continue to smoke Ha Ha San, you will laugh non-stop until your body can't support it and you faint. After fainting, the poison of Hahasan will be resolved, and the poisoned person will wake up again without any.

After knocking down more than 20 blacks and whites, he swaggered into the elevator.

Because I wasn't sure what floor Zuo Qisheng was on, I had to go up to the second floor first.

After going up to the second floor, Hanxin didn't get out of the elevator, but glanced out of the corridor. According to Hanxin's understanding, the place where Zuo Qisheng is located must be protected by a hundred and ten bodyguards.

There was no one outside the corridor, so Hanxin continued to take the elevator upstairs, and the third, fourth, and fifth floors were also quiet, obviously no one.

It wasn't until I went up to the eighth floor that I saw people in Hanxin.

The corridor, which was supposed to be very wide, was crowded with nearly a hundred people in black suits.

However, although there were many people in the corridor, there was no movement at all, and it was clear that these people were well-trained.

At the end of the corridor, there was a burglar door made of pure steel, and more than a dozen gringos in white suits were guarding there, and Wang Zhiyuan was among them.

"Wang Zhiyuan's ass is there, and the stupid fork Zuo Qisheng is obviously there!"

Thinking of this possibility, Han Xin immediately took out a cigarette mixed with "hahasan" from his pocket and lit it, and then swaggered out of the elevator, as if to attract attention, he stepped out of the elevator door at the same time, and even coughed softly.

"Ahem...... cough cough cough ......"

Hearing the movement, several bodyguards in black suits closest to the elevator door were stunned for a moment, and then were shocked, and pulled out their pistols from their waists.

The gun was pointed directly at the door of the cold heart, and several bodyguards threatened the cold heart in non-standard Chinese: "Who are you?" Hands up! ”

The expressions of several bodyguards were very flustered, it was not that they were timid, it was really too outrageous for the cold heart, you know, the only one who could go upstairs was guarded by more than twenty of their companions at the entrance on the first floor, how did the cold heart go upstairs?

"Don't be nervous!"

Hanxin reached out and took the cigarette he was holding, and deliberately spit out a thick smoke ring at several bodyguards.

He didn't have the ability of the white man who had fainted on the first floor, and he could spit out peach smoke rings when he smoked, and the smoke rings that he spit out were very ordinary, like splashing ink.

"Ahem...... cough cough cough ......"

Several bodyguards, who did not smoke, smelled the smoke and coughed.

"Bastard!"

One of the black bodyguards was furious, he immediately rushed to Han Xin, raised his hand and grabbed Han Xin's collar, the gun went straight to Han Xin's head, and he roared in English: "Bastard, raise your hands!" ”

"Okay! Good! Good! ”

Coldly nodded, took the cigarette to his mouth again and inhaled violently, and held his head with both hands very cooperatively.

"Who are you?"

Although he hated the old smoking gun, the black bodyguard still patiently questioned the cold heart.

"What did you say?"

Pretending not to understand the English of the black bodyguard, in order to attract the attention of Wang Zhiyuan at the end of the corridor, he deliberately raised his voice: "I don't understand!" ”

The black man really couldn't understand Chinese, and in confusion, he grabbed Hanxin's collar even harder, waved his hand and was ready to smash Hanxin's head with the butt of his gun, and he scolded in English: "Damn! ”

"Hey......

Without waiting for the black man's rifle butt to hit his head, he smiled strangely, and suddenly made a sneak attack, kicking the black man hard with a knee.

"Whew......"

The little brother was attacked, and the black man who was five big and three thick screamed and hurriedly bent down to cover himself.

The screams of the black bodyguards were extremely terrible, instantly attracting the attention of everyone in the corridor, and even a dozen higher-ranking people in white suits led by Wang Zhiyuan at the end of the corridor couldn't help but look at this side.

"Wang Zhiyuan is a turtle, Zuo Qisheng is a bastard!"

Seeing that he had attracted Wang Zhiyuan's attention, he smiled faintly, and suddenly scolded. In order to make it understandable to both blacks and whites, he translated it in English after scolding.

At the same time, he grabbed the wrist of the black man holding under him, and with a slight twist, the black man's hand holding the gun immediately dislocated, making a crisp click.

The quick-eyed Han Xin easily snatched the black man's pistol, and then raised his hand to aim the gun in the direction of Wang Zhiyuan at the end of the corridor.

"Your mother'......"

Enduring the pain under him, the black man scolded angrily, and opened his arms to fight with the cold heart.

"Fuck off!"

Without waiting for the black man who was bent over to straighten up, he cursed the same coldly, and flew out with another knee and kicked the black man in the chest.

"Click......"

With the crisp sound of the sternum cracking, the huge black bodyguard was directly kicked by the cold knee and rolled his eyes.

Before he fell, the black bodyguard suddenly laughed: "Haha...... Hahaha......"

The black bodyguard's laughter seemed to be a signal, and while he laughed, several bodyguards around him who were relatively close to him also laughed, as if the black bodyguard was so happy to be left behind.

"Haha...... Ha ha...... Hahaha......"

Seven or eight bodyguards who were closer to the cold heart had already been poisoned by Hahasan, and they all laughed, the kind that leaned forward and backwards.

All of a sudden, the originally quiet corridor was suddenly filled with whispers, which was extremely weird and terrifying.

"Mom......"

Seeing from afar that Hanxin was aiming a gun at his side, and no matter the distance of fifty or sixty steps, whether Hanxin could pull the trigger and blow his head out, but Wang Zhiyuan was afraid, what if the thing was cold, he was shooting him in the head?

Thinking of what to expect, Wang Zhiyuan hurriedly hid behind a black man in a white suit beside him.

"Chilling...... That bastard is Chill Heart...... Fast...... Arrest him...... Hurry up ......"

Because he was too afraid of the cold, Wang Zhiyuan's voice changed, and when he said this, his neck seemed to be choked, and the sound he made was like a rooster crowing.

Coupled with the Chinese-English mix he used, those who can understand him are probably only chilled.

Nearly 100 bodyguards in the corridor saw Wang Zhiyuan suddenly screaming like a ghost, looking at each other one by one, not knowing what to do at all.

But Hanxin took a gun and aimed at Wang Zhiyuan, and these bodyguards saw it, so it is certain that Hanxin is friend or foe.

"Click...... Click...... Click......"

With the sound of the safety bolt of the pistol being pulled open, accompanied by the sound of the bullet being loaded, nearly 100 bodyguards drew their guns and aimed at the chill.

After such a while, Hanxin has smoked three cigarettes.

With the experience of being pointed at the head with a pistol several times, Hanxin is not very scared now.

In front of everyone, he lit a cigarette again, and swaggered in the direction of Wang Zhiyuan while inhaling violently.

Every step he took, one of his bodyguards burst out laughing.

"Haha...... Hahaha......"

It was as if he was a joke, and everywhere he passed, there was unbridled laughter behind him.

Smelling the fragrance in the air, Wang Zhiyuan hid behind the black bodyguards, wondering why the bodyguards were laughing, and suddenly, the black bodyguards in front of him also laughed.

"Haha...... Hahaha......"

The black bodyguard's voice was very low, so the laughter was also low, as if a ghost was crying.

"It's not...... What are you laughing at......"

Seeing Hanxin walking towards him step by step with a gun, as if he was in a no-man's land, Wang Zhiyuan's face turned green with fright, because he was too angry and too weak-hearted, so while speaking, he kicked on the ass of the black bodyguard who was blocking him.

"Plop ......"

The black bodyguard who was originally full of force was like a weak little willow tree at the moment, and was kicked to the ground by Wang Zhiyuan, who was like a soft-footed shrimp, and his whispers still stopped.

"Haha...... Hahaha......"

The black bodyguards were all thrown to the ground, but they were still laughing, and they didn't seem to be annoyed at all Wang Zhiyuan scolding him.

At this moment, the distance between Wang Zhiyuan and Han Xin was no more than fifteen steps.

"!"

Pointed at the head by the gun in Hanxin's hand, Wang Zhiyuan was angry with his guts, snatched the gun from the hand of a bodyguard next to him, and then aimed it at Hanxin: "Hanxin, don't come close to me anymore, otherwise Lao Tzu will die with you!" ”

"Huh?"

Everyone in the corridor had already been poisoned, but Wang Zhiyuan was fine, and he couldn't help frowning slightly