Chapter 105: Mercenaries

In the Yang family's villa, at this moment, the Yang family is undergoing a major crisis of life and death.

The bodyguards and servants had all fallen in pools of blood, and more than twenty people had died!

Yang Youtian protected his wife and daughter behind him to face six foreigners armed with real guns and ammunition alone.

"How's it going, Yang? Have you thought about it? ā€

The foreigner at the head spoke fluent Chinese and looked at Yang Youtian with a playful face.

"Let my wife and daughter go first, and I will tell you everything you want to know!"

As a successful businessman, Yang Youtian now has no negotiation advantage at all, the reason is just that the hole cards are not enough! The other party is holding his and his family's lives.

With a slight smile, the foreigner led by him slapped his mouth on Yang Youtian's face, the smile disappeared, and his face changed quite quickly.

"Do you still have room to talk to me about the conditions?"

A slap was drawn and almost fell, Yang Youtian's cheeks were swollen high, and the other two foreigners took advantage of the situation to pull Yang Youtian's wife and daughter out.

"Ahh

Yang Yiyi cried out in fear.

"What is it called! I'll kill you again! ā€

"Eh, Rook, don't be so rude to beautiful women."

A foreigner looked at Yang Yiyi, who had a good posture, with his eyes shining lewdly.

"You also saw Yang, tell us the whereabouts of Zhang Derui and his family, otherwise I can't guarantee what my brothers will do to your wife and daughter."

Threats, naked threats.

Yang Youtian fell into a multiple-choice question.

On the one hand, he is the eldest brother who has played together since childhood, and the other is his wife and daughter who he wants to protect for the rest of his life, and he doesn't want to lose either party.

"Yang, you have an old saying in Huaxia, it is called if you don't die until you don't see the Yellow River, and you don't cry if you don't see the coffin, it seems that you don't understand this sentence well, I'll help you."

The white man led by one gesture, two subordinates, a black man, and a white man were about to drag Yang Yiyi and her mother to another room, and their purpose was obvious.

"Poof!"

As soon as the black man, who had been hungry for a long time, stretched out a hand to pull Yang Yiyi, an inconspicuous sword aura passed through the glass window, did not make any sound, and directly sank into the black man's head.

"Poof!"

The black man didn't even know what was happening, and his body fell straight down.

"Cordo!"

The black man's companions didn't know what was going on, anyway, they knew, Cordo died inexplicably!

"You damn little girl! What was done!? ā€

Another black man who was more friendly with Kordo came to Yang Yiyi's side angrily, and before one hand could touch Yang Yiyi, a domineering and powerful voice suddenly appeared.

"Get your dirty hands away!"

"Whoa!"

Immediately afterwards, the glass of the villa shattered, and a huge force pushed the black man against the wall, and everyone only felt a muffled "bang" of the wall, and shook for a moment, and then the black man walked into the footsteps of Cordo, and the body fell to the ground in a daze, as if it had been hit by a car of seventy or eighty miles.

There was a brief silence.

"Where is sacred? Please show up! ā€

As a foreigner, it is not easy to speak Chinese fluently, and it is even more rare to be able to speak idioms and ancient dialects, and this group of murderers who broke into Yang Youtian's house seems to be the elite talents of some organizations.

"Where is sacred? You just have to understand that you are about to die. ā€

Stepping on the shadow of eight or nine clouds, Zhang Chende's figure flickered, like a ghost.

"Humph! Cast a mist before somebody's eyes! ā€

The white man snorted coldly, pulled the safety bolt of the well-made firearm in his hand, held the firearm in his hand steadily, and then pulled the trigger.

"Poof! Burst! Burst! ā€

The sound of gunfire filtered by the silencer was small and dull.

The sophisticated firearm spat out a series of fiery snakes, hitting Zhang Chen's phantom, without any substantive effect.

The white man was amazed to find that every one of his bullets had missed.

"Is it really just an illusion? Can't hit the bullet? ā€

Extremely confident in his marksmanship, the white head had no idea that the other party could easily dodge bullets that were faster than the speed of sound.

"Boom!"

Another companion collapsed without warning, without any wounds.

In the face of things that they don't understand, human beings always have seven points of fear and three points of curiosity, and half of their own group has died mysteriously in front of everyone, and the other three are a little afraid.

They pin their heads to the waistband of their trousers, and as international mercenaries who lick blood from the knife edge, they also have times when they are afraid.

In the face of a rain of bullets, why are they afraid of death? What they fear is the unclear nature of death.

"Head, no. Let's get out first. ā€

I don't know who will die next, a mercenary decisively coaxed.

"Humph! Before you die, you have to pull two pads. ā€

Unlike the other mercenary idea, the last mercenary is full of madness.

"What are you two idiots doing! Closer! Be vigilant! ā€

It is worthy of being the leader, and in this situation, you can still stay calm and make decisions.

Zhang Chen's figure was impossible for anyone to capture, and the three mercenaries were scared and leaned back to back at the same time, even the Yang Youtian family, who felt that the mysterious person was helping them, also had a tremor when facing the three mercenaries who died strangely, after all, they just felt, and they were not sure that the mysterious person was specially here to help them.

"Yes, it's a bit capable, but that's the end of it."

Seeing Yang Yiyi, who was trembling behind his father, Zhang Chen's figure stopped with his back to Yang Youtian's family.

"Who are you!? Have we offended Your Excellency? Why kill us!? ā€

The muzzle of the gun was pointed at Zhang Chen steadily, and the mercenary leader was sure that the bullets would not be empty again, and he asked sharply, after all, these comrades-in-arms were born and died with him for many years.

"From the moment you stepped into this room, you have offended me, and you will die to understand, how about it? Thank me? ā€

Zhang Chen didn't have the sense of power of being pointed at a gun, it was all because Zhang Chen was not afraid of the threat of firearms at all.

ā€œf.u.c.k! Go to hell! ā€

The head angrily came to a Chinese-English combination, and a bullet came at Zhang Chen's eyebrows.

Use telekinesis to lock onto the bullet in the air and flick your arm.

"Smack!"

A yellow-orange bullet was slapped to the ground by Zhang Chen.

"Ho~!"

The head made a voice with difficulty, and he was already speechless in shock.

"Raised by a bitch, go die!"

The mercenary who was going to pull the back couldn't resist the pressure from Zhang Chen, and decisively got angry at Zhang Chen.

"Poof! Kiss! Kiss! ā€

A silencer was also installed, and the sophisticated submachine gun bullets in the mercenaries' hands tilted towards Zhang Chen.