As he spoke, the white man pulled out a golden pistol from his waist, he was obviously a master of playing with guns, the butt of the gun rotated very neatly between his fingers, and then the eye of the gun pointed directly at the center of the cold eyebrows.

Looking at the black gun's eyes, the cold eyebrows couldn't help jumping up suddenly.

Hanxin had the illusion that no matter how he dodged, the gun in the white man's hand could instantly hit his eyebrows.

Even if a white man misses a shot, what about the more than twenty men in black suits standing behind the white man? These people all have a gun, and the eyes of the guns are all aimed at the door of the cold heart's head, as long as they pull the trigger, the cold heart will eventually be shot into a hornet's nest even if the gods descend to earth.

"Hehe......"

The first time he saw so many pistols, his cold heart had already jumped to his throat, and even if he pretended to be calm, beads of sweat would inevitably slip down his forehead, and his back was even colder.

"Don't shoot, I'll just raise my hand!"

deliberately kept calm, showed a sincere smile at the white man with a cold heart, and then hugged his head behind him, and was about to squat at the door.

"Don't crouch there, come in!"

The white man held a gun in one hand and a cigar in the other, and when he said this, he took a very pleasant puff of the mellow cigar cigarette, and spat out a smoke ring at the cold, as if it could be magical, and the smoke ring that the white man spit out was very sultry in the shape of a peach.

"Awesome! Terrible! ”

Listening to the white man's words, Han Xin first touted a burst of smoke rings spit out by the white man, and then walked into the room with a sneer.

This ward is very spacious, twice the size of an ordinary room, with white walls, white floors, except for more than twenty people with guns, there are no furnishings, and there is no trace of Yu Ruyi, it is obvious that Yang Ming has deceived Hanxin.

Hanxin seemed very cooperative, and when he entered the door, he closed the door with his hand. After closing the door, he crouched behind it with his head in his hands.

Staring at the ground, Hanxin said to the white man in a tepid tone: "Brother, don't put a gun at my head, I'm afraid of death!" ”

As if afraid that white people would not understand Chinese, the chill translated it again in English.

Han Xin, who graduated from Haicheng Medical University, is not only proficient in medical skills, but also proficient in the languages of the four countries of Japan and Korea, and his English pronunciation is more standard than that of the aborigines.

The white man smiled faintly and continued to talk to Hanxin in broken Chinese: "It's best to be afraid of death, I'm still worried that you are an outlaw who doesn't want to die!" ”

As he spoke, the white man casually pinned the golden pistol in his hand to the black belt around his waist.

The blonde and blue-eyed white man wears white leather shoes, white trousers and white suits, and his whole body, except for the belt around his waist, which is black, which looks extremely conspicuous.

How could the sharp-eyed chill not see that the black belt was clearly a pure steel soft sword?

Although the white man withdrew the gun from his waist, Han Xin had the illusion that the white man's hand speed must be very fast, and he must be able to draw the gun again between the lightning and the flint.

In order to test whether his hunch was accurate, after seeing the white man pin the pistol at his waist, he smiled coldly and let go of the hand holding his head, and then slowly stretched it into his pocket.

"Huh!"

Sure enough, at the same time that the almost chilling hand reached into his coat pocket, the white man had already pulled out the golden pistol at his waist.

The pitch-black gun eye pointed directly at the cold eyebrows, and the white man roared coldly: "Boy, I'll let you hold your head in both hands!" ”

"Hehe......"

After confirming that the white man was a one-in-a-million master of playing with guns, Hanxin's heart, which had already jumped to his throat, was even more uneasy, but he did not show any discomfort, but laughed and said: "Don't be nervous, I just want to light a cigarette!" ”

As he spoke, Han Xin had already taken out the lighter and cigarette case in his pocket.

A one-dollar lighter and a five-dollar pack of cheap cigarettes don't add up enough to buy the tall cigar in the hands of a small white man.

Just squatting by the door, he took out a cigarette and lit it like an old farmer in Osmanthus Village, and then took a big gulp.

"Whew!"

"Whew!"

"Whew!"

Compared with the white man's graceful smoking, the chilling smoking was obviously not on the table, and he smoked like a chimney, and the smoke soon spread through the room.

In less than a minute, only the butt of a cigarette remained, and then, Hanxin lit another one.

"This ......" is headed by white people, and more than 20 people of different skin colors in the room look at the action of cold smoking, and look at each other one by one, and those who don't know think that cold heart is going to kill himself by smoking!

I smoked too hard and too fast, so when I was only halfway through the second cigarette, I couldn't help but cough violently, and I coughed so much that tears flowed: "Ahem...... cough cough cough ......"

"Enough!"

Seeing that Hanxin was only squatting on the ground and smoking, coughing, smoking, and coughing, the white man came back to his senses from his initial curiosity, and he shook the pistol in his hand, and then glared at Hanxin, and said, "Lao Tzu didn't come to see you to smoke!" ”

"And what are you here for?"

Hanxin asked rhetorically, continued to bury his head in smoking, and said to himself while smoking: "I am cowardly, I am pointed at a gun by you, I really can't find any other way than to suppress my fright by smoking......"

"Haha...... Haha......"

Listening to the chilling words, led by the whites, the twenty or so men with guns all leaned back and laughed, and they mocked the chill in an unscrupulous tone, saying, "Cowards...... Coward...... Haha......"

In this way, the crowd, led by the white man, laughed so hard that tears flowed from his eyes, while Hanxin continued to smoke and cough as he smoked.

Before I knew it, Hanxin had already smoked three cigarettes, but the people on the white side were still laughing, and the more they laughed, the more they laughed, the more outrageous they became, as if they couldn't stop, and a few people even threw away their guns and sat on the ground laughing.

Finally, the white man realized that something was wrong, because he didn't want to laugh anymore, but he still laughed backwards and backwards, and couldn't control himself at all.

"Hey......

Snuffing out the fourth cigarette butt, he smiled slyly, and he slowly stood up after squatting on the ground.

"You...... What have you done to us...... Ha ha...... Why do we keep laughing...... Why can't you stop...... Ha ha...... Haha......"

The white man aimed the gun at the cold heart, and asked the cold heart in a frightened tone, but because he couldn't control the laughter, his hand holding the gun was trembling all the time, and he couldn't aim at the cold heart at all.

"Ever heard of dust poisoning?"

Coldly did not answer the question, staring at the white man's terrified turquoise eyes, his expression was so pleasant.

"Dust poisoning?"

Hearing the chilling words, the white man's pupils couldn't help shrinking, and he exclaimed: "You...... Ha ha...... Your smoke is poisonous...... Ha ha...... Hahaha......"

Before the white man could finish speaking, several of his companions threw away their pistols because they were laughing so hard that they sat on the ground and continued to laugh on their stomachs.

And the most serious of them laughed hoarsely, laughed hoarsely, laughed in the stomach, and then rolled their eyes and fainted directly.

"This ...... This...... This...... Hahaha......"

For a moment, the white man was terrified, he had never encountered such a strange thing, he had never met such a terrible opponent as Chill Heart.

Killing people invisibly is what they are talking about.

"That's right!"

Han Xin smiled smugly and said: "I said before that I am afraid of death, just because I am afraid of death, so I have always prepared a few special cigarettes in my cigarette box, and there is a poison that I exclusively prepared in the cigarettes, and I named this poison 'Haha San'!" ”

"The so-called hahasan, as the name suggests, means that people who have been poisoned will laugh non-stop until they laugh until their vocal cords rupture, gastrointestinal cramps, exhaustion, collapse and fainting......"

"Hahasan...... Ha ha...... Haha......"

Hearing the very funny name of the poison, the white man was so frightened that he retreated, for he already felt that he was beginning to be exhausted, so tired that he could not even hold the golden pistol in his hand.

"Lao Tzu...... Ha ha...... I'm going to shoot you in the head...... Haha......"

The startled white man realized that his pistol was about to fall to the ground, and he roared angrily and raised his hand to pull the trigger.

"Bang Dang ......"

Unfortunately, the white man was a step too late, his strength had dried up, and when he raised his hand, the pistol in his hand fell to the ground.

"You're paralyzed, I'm going to punch you in the head!"

Seeing the white man's pistol drop, he scolded coldly, pounced on the white man like lightning, and smashed a straight fist into the bridge of the white man's nose.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, the bridge of the white man's nose was hit.

"Whew......"

With a scream, the white man covering the bridge of his nose stepped back, but he still couldn't control his laughter: "Haha...... Haha......"

After taking three steps back, the white man sat down on the ground, and he turned back to his more than twenty subordinates in panic...... Ha ha...... Kill him......"

When he saw that more than 20 of his subordinates were all sitting on the ground or lying on the ground laughing like soft-footed shrimp at this moment, the white man's face suddenly turned black.

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

Twenty people of different skin tones, such as the white man, laughed, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and swaggered in front of the white man.

Although the white man is very tall, he is lying on the ground now, and he can't reach the cold knees, and the cold heart standing in front of the white man is so tall that he looks tall.

He stooped down and picked up the golden pistol, holding it in one hand, the tip of which reached the white man's head.

"White man, you're going to kill me?" Chill sneered.

"No...... No, no, no...... Ha ha...... Ha ha...... Hahaha......"

Coldly holding a gun to his head, the white man shook his head in fright, and he said with an exaggerated smile: "I also take people's money and eliminate disasters with people......"

The Chinese pronunciation of white people is very non-standard, and this idiom that has been circulated in China for thousands of years comes out of the mouth of white people, which is extremely awkward.

"Dio!"

Without waiting for the white man to finish speaking, he scolded coldly, and the heavy butt of the gun slammed into the white man's mouth.

"Click......"

The white man who was hit by the butt of the gun and was laughing with his mouth open felt a sharp pain, and the next second, two front teeth fell to the ground.

"Wow wow...... Wow wow...... Haha......"

obviously cried and cried for his mother, but the white man still couldn't help laughing, that look, that expression, how embarrassed and embarrassed.

He cried and begged for mercy: "...... Don't hit me...... Ha ha...... Haha......"

grabbed the white man's neck, and asked in a cold voice: "Do you want to help Zuo Qisheng that stupid fork eliminate the disaster?" ”