"Oh, no, no, no, friend, you can't kill me, it's troublesome."

Chuan seemed to have finally regained his ability to speak, his face was pale, his body almost collapsed in his chair, and his eyes, which had been aggressive a few minutes ago, were now full of fear and anxiety, and he stared at Wang Fuxing, and his tone stammered a little.

And several of the so-called Hollywood pets around him, especially the two who were focused on his pampered buttocks, were already scared to sit on the ground, and the other women were no better, after Wang Fuxing missed a shot but just took the life of a woman, each of them covered their mouths and opened their eyes full of horror, for fear that they would scream and get a bullet again.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with that."

Wang Fuxing chuckled, shook his arm that was a little numb, he really didn't have much talent for firearms, although a submachine gun swept all the so-called elites under Chuan just now, but because of the non-stop firing, half of Wang Fuxing's body was a little paralyzed by the recoil, more often, he still likes to take out the frenzy to fight the enemy hard, although they are all forced, but shooting and swinging the sword are two completely different frequencies.

But Wang Fuxing didn't care about this, he didn't know how to use a gun, but Liuli, Uncle Feng, Uncle Yun, and the rest of the Wildfire Force were all masters of this way, and each of them had a gun, as long as they had a sufficient number of magazines, they would exert much greater combat power than when they were bare-handed or with swords.

This is not a hypothesis.

Such conditions are real.

The submachine gun is far more than the one in Wang Fuxing's hand, under the floor of the Caesar's Club No. 1 VIP room, in some unobtrusive corners, and even under the seats, any place that is easy to find but people often do not look for it, there are modern firearms, which is Wang Fuxing's requirement, and each submachine gun is equipped with three magazines, two grenades, and a pistol and dagger as standard.

Wang Fuxing's guards didn't come today, the elite of the eight wildfire troops, Fengyun two, Wang Fuxing, plus Liuli, twelve people, a squad or so of troops, but the weapons in his hands don't say kill Chuan, even if he kills him, it is more than enough to go to a riot on the streets of London.

This is the most direct manifestation of the will of the first and third heirs of the Rothschild empire after cooperation.

In Rothschild's estate, whether to choose to take refuge and give a favor to the two powerful female heirs in the empire, or to kindly help Chuan, who has not yet been the heir, reminds him to recognize the situation, and the head of Caesar's Club understands how to choose as long as he is not a fool.

"Listen, friend, my self is worth me, I can bring you a lot of benefits, killing me will not do you any good, but will bring you a lot of trouble, Jing is a bitch! Don't let her take advantage of it! ”

Sichuan spoke very quickly, and when he mentioned Jing, his face suddenly became hideous.

This time the action is completely Jing's desperate gamble, and her cooperation with Lan not only shows that she has now recognized her future position, but also expresses her trust in Wang Fuxing!

Kill Chuan.

There is no room for error!

The news of Rothschild's civil war is now like a dark cloud over the European continent, and the rainstorm has not yet arrived, and any sign can be regarded as a rumor chasing after the wind and shadows.

So now Rothschild is still 'harmonious, united, friendly'.

Quietly supporting Wang Fuxing, once the news of providing him with mass firearms in Caesar's Club spreads, the practice of cannibalism is almost tantamount to a blatant betrayal of the family.

Her situation will be extremely difficult at that time, and Arashi is also involved in this matter, and once it is exposed, she may be able to stabilize the situation, but the pressure on the head of the family will also be greater.

In any case, Chuan must die tonight.

This is the sincerity that Wang Fuxing must show to his two beautiful allies.

And Chuan is different.

He, an ordinary Rothschild young man who has not yet obtained the identity of the heir, came to kill Wang Fuxing for the purpose of being obvious, but after all, it is not a matter on the surface, on the surface, Wang Fuxing is protected by the head of the family and is a VIP of the empire, so no matter how much Chuan wants to kill Wang Fuxing, it is inconvenient to use firearms.

Yes, inconvenient.

Especially when he saw Wang Fuxing, it was even more impossible for him to ask the head of the family for a modern weapon of destruction, such as firearms.

"As I said, Jing is still a virgin, and I'm about to become the owner of that white body, of course, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with you."

Wang Fuxing said calmly, slowly changed the submachine gun in his hand with a magazine, and indifferently ordered: "Uncle Yun, drag him over and take him away, before he dies, I have to ask him to learn some other things." ”

The eight members of the Wildfire Unit had already found the hidden munitions in their rooms, and after distributing them evenly in turn, they stood in their own positions, their guns pointed at Chuan, and their faces were expressionless.

Xia Liuyun nodded, and slowly walked from behind Wang Fuxing to Chuan, who was lying on the chair in a cold sweat, with a strange smile on the corner of his mouth.

Five meters. Three meters. Two meters.

Xia Liuyun was getting closer and closer to Chuan, just as he reached the distance where he could grab Chuan with a stretch of his hand.

Beside Chuan, several women who were screaming and squatting down at the moment when Wang Fuxing shot just now suddenly raised their eyelids, their eyes were cold and silent, and without hesitation, they pounced on Xia Liuyun's back.

And Chuan, who was slumped in the chair and seemed to be waiting for death, instantly regained his ruthlessness, and pushed out the two Hollywood female meditations on the left and right, and the whole person jumped up, bent his elbow, and smashed his elbow into Xia Liuyun's head.

The two Hollywood female stars are indeed just vases for Chuan to have fun in bed, but the others are not.

The other women around Chuan are the real killer moves, or the last defense force of Kawa.

These cute pets secretly cultivated by their own faction are not only excellent at twisting their waists and hips on the bed, but also fighting in close quarters, and the moment they explode with all their strength, they are also thunderous!

Chuan is not as timid as he imagined.

With such a lineup, if Wang Fuxing stepped forward in person, as long as they wanted to, with Wang Fuxing's strength, the chance of surviving would not exceed one percent.

Chuan's plan is very simple, if the twenty elites on the bright side can kill Wang Fuxing, it will naturally be the best result, but in case of failure, a few women around him plus themselves are also life savers.

Because he knows his own value very well, and is sure that he cannot be killed by Wang Fuxing directly, any careerist will catch himself before he dies and squeeze out his own value.

Wang Fuxing is indeed the same.

But there were some deviations between the people who came and the expectations.

Originally, in Chuan's plan, Wang Fuxing would personally assume the posture of a victor and capture himself, or send the beautiful woman beside him.

The two of them, no matter who approaches, as long as they catch him, it can become an important bargaining chip for registration.

But he didn't expect that it was this old man who he had never seen before.

But it doesn't matter, as long as you catch him and threaten him with his life, you are not afraid that Wang Fuxing will not give in.

Killing Wang Fuxing can be talked about later, when the twenty elites were easily brought down by a submachine gun, he understood that saving his life tonight was the theme.

Wang Fuxing whistled and laughed, not as surprised by such a scene.

Xia Qingfeng, who was still standing on the right side behind Wang Fuxing, raised his eyelids slightly, and quickly closed them, obviously too lazy to take the 'danger' that the old man was in now.

Then everyone heard an old but domineering roar.

Xia Liuyun, who looked extremely thin, slashed his foot on the ground, and the entire hall seemed to be violently shaken, and in an instant, his figure suddenly retreated two meters, and with the place where he stomped his foot as the center, countless shocking cracks suddenly appeared on the hard marble floor, and in all directions, it stretched densely for four or five meters before disappearing.

Chuan's heart sank suddenly.

Before he could react, Xia Liuyun's roar had already sounded, and his palm, which seemed to be a little shriveled, instantly grasped the nearly twenty-meter-long table on the side.

The table is a typical Western dining table, very long, Wang Fuxing and Chuan sit at one end, and there is a space in the middle that will not feel crowded even if more than ten people eat together.

The table was made of solid wood, huge in size, and there were two hundred kilograms of things to say the least, which was violently pulled by Xia Liuyun!

"Kaba..."

Xia Liuyun grasped the edge of the table with his hand, and suddenly exerted force.

The old man's fingers instantly penetrated the heavy solid wood tabletop, sawdust flew, and the whole table moved as a whole under the pull of the old man's palm, directly crashing into Chuan's body, which had just landed and had no time to react.

Wang Fuxing scolded in a low voice.

He originally put his hands on the table, leaned forward to play with the MP5 submachine gun on the table, but with Xia Liuyun's fierce pull, the whole person almost fell to the ground.

Wang Fuxing sat up straight suddenly, ignoring the gun that fell on the ground, looking at the farce in front of him, his face was serious.

The corners of Liuli and Xia Qingfeng's mouths flashed with a hint of laughter at the same time, but they didn't say anything.

Xia Liuyun became more and more violent, and he strengthened again, pulling the table of nearly two hundred kilograms, and slammed into Chuan's body.

"Poof!"

Chuan's eyes widened, a mouthful of blood spurted out suddenly, and the whole person was hit and flew straight backwards.

Xia Liuyun took the table and kept walking, chopping on the ground step by step, near him, the marble floor was constantly shattering, and in the rhythm of full power, he directly pulled the table and pushed Chuan against the wall.

Chuan had a look of utter fear on his face.

is really close to death, and his expression is not disguised at all.

An arm that seemed to be white and tender but extremely swift smashed into Xia Liuyun's shoulder.

This blow, if it fell on an ordinary person, was enough to break his arm in an instant.

If her movements were faster and her strength was greater, she might be able to rescue Chuan one step earlier.

But there are no ifs.

It seemed that the momentum did not cause any reaction from Xia Liuyun at all, he didn't even look at the hand on his shoulder, he directly stretched out a hand and grabbed her, and suddenly forced!

There was a sudden sound of bones shattering.

In the woman's irrepressible scream, Uncle Yun was merciless, raised his calf and kicked it back violently.

The sound of bones breaking was heard again.

The woman screamed and her body fell, but one arm was carried by Uncle Yun on her shoulder, so that she could not land, so the woman's scream became more and more terrible.

Uncle Yun was expressionless, grabbed the woman's arm and twisted her body.

Blood is spurting.

In the woman's abrupt scream, one of her arms was directly twisted off by Uncle Yun.

Uncle Yun's expression became more and more indifferent and hard, and he was about to rush to the next person with one of the woman's bloody arms.

It's so fierce.

Wang Fuxing swallowed his saliva, narrowed his eyes, and was about to speak, when a loud sound suddenly sounded.

Wang Fuxing frowned slightly, and there was no sound for a while, and subconsciously said, "What movement?" ”

Liuli's relaxed face suddenly became solemn, and then turned iron-blue, and the excessive nervousness even made her voice distorted.

"Outside, the sound of the spirals."

Ruri said hoarsely.

"Spirals?"

Wang Fuxing frowned and raised his head.

The ceiling is a heavy glass hall, which is very luxurious, and as soon as you look up, you can see the scene outside.

It's just that the lights in the house are too bright and some can't see clearly.

But even so, the shadow of a helicopter in the sky that was rapidly approaching Caesar's Club suddenly became clear.

"Helicopter?!"

Wang Fuxing suddenly became angry in his heart, and there was an unusually strong warning sign!

"Get down!"

Liuli and Uncle Feng screamed almost at the same time, Liuli suddenly approached Wang Fuxing, and without hesitation, he threw him to the ground, and rolled into the table that was pulled by Uncle Yun with an unusually clear purpose!

The next moment, a deafening gunshot suddenly rang out.

Heavy machine guns!

And more than one!

The sound of the helicopter's propeller became more and more obvious, and on the helicopter, two heavy machine guns began to shoot without any scruples!

The ceiling glass of Caesars Club One was shattered in an instant!

Bullets began to rain down the sky with impunity, shooting straight down the halls!