Liancheng Yazhi smiled at him more gently, and those who knew him knew that there would be nothing good when he usually smiled like this, so he said unhurriedly: "Don't be so anxious......"

Liancheng Yazhi's fingers grasping the coat were slowly loosening, just when the clothes were taken off and about to fall, Liancheng Yazhi's hand grabbed the coat again as fast as lightning, the wrist turned, the clothes flung up, and the black coat instantly seemed to come alive in Liancheng Yazhi's hand, and he played it into a whip, and a pair of submachine guns wrapped around Walford's hand, forcefully took it out of his hand in an instant.

With a bang, the submachine gun fell to the ground and slid to the wall.

Only then did Wolford react, and the expression on his face was instantly covered with anger, and he scolded the doctor angrily: "Fuak......"

He stretched out his hand to grab Liancheng Yazhi, but he didn't have a gun, how could Liancheng Yazhi still be afraid of him!

The big foreigner, who is generally sluggish, moves quickly under the elegant feet of Liancheng, and the clothes in his hands are like a flexible whip, which has already snapped several times in Walford's face, his strength is very skillful, it will not hurt particularly when he first draws, but after a while, it will hurt more and more!

Wolford covered his face with a flush that was pumped out, angry like an angry gorilla.

He yelled at Liancheng elegantly: "You are dead......"

After saying that, he turned around and was about to press the alarm, but Liancheng Yazhi would never give him a chance.

Liancheng gracefully took two quick steps forward, then jumped Wolford's back, and then he grabbed the clothes that had been twisted into a rope with both hands and strangled Wolford's neck.

With a hard tug of both hands, the center of the tug was unstable and he fell to the ground.

Liancheng sat on Wolford's back with a stride, his feet pushing out the joints of his arms, crushing hard, and the sound of two bones shattering sounded particularly harsh.

Liancheng Yazhi's hand grasping the clothes was retracting little by little, the green tendons on the back of his hand were hideous, Walford's face changed from red to reddish-purple, his eyes bulged out, and he opened his mouth to breathe hard, but his neck was strangled and he couldn't breathe any air.

His feet were pushing the ground, and he wanted to struggle, but as his brain ran out of oxygen, his strength was quickly eroding!

Finally, his feet were no longer struggling, the capillaries in his eyes had burst, and his tongue was sticking out, all indicating that he was dead.

Liancheng Ya let go of his hand, shook his sore hand, stood up and walked over to the weapon he had just dropped, grabbed the pistol, and then folded it back, and shot another shot at Wolford's head.

It's not that he hates Wolford so much, it's that he wants to make sure he's dead!

Killing Wolford, Liancheng's elegant gaze turned to look at the Diber on the bed.

Diber was already trembling with fear, he rolled out of bed, fell on his knees and begged for mercy, trembling: "Don't kill me, don't kill me...... Please...... I was just...... I was just caught on the boat by him. The one who gives him his desire...... I don't know anything. I really don't know anything......"

Lian Cheng's elegant gaze was cold, without any emotion, he was cold-blooded at this time: "You may really not know anything, but, you have seen me!" ”

This one alone is damned!

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