Brantley patted the ledger and said with a serious face:

"Of course not, you're not on my ledger, as long as it's closed."

Just when Hood breathed a sigh of relief, Brantley smiled and waved his hand: "But you killed Quentin, there is still a lesson to be learned." ”

"Be careful, don't kill him."

The latter sentence was addressed to the bearded man, who smirked as he straightened his electric shock gloves and strode forward.

In Hood's pained eyes, the shock gloves slammed into his body.

After receiving five or six punches, Hood convulsed wildly, his head drooped, and he completely fainted.

The bearded man turned off his shock gloves and stretched out his finger to poke his finger into Hood's neck: "Boss, he's passed out, but he's still alive." ”

"Just live."

Brantley waved his hand indifferently and turned to look at Ethan, "Next, please entertain Mr. Morgan." ”

"It's my pleasure."

The beard was still not over, and he bared his white teeth and walked towards Ethan.

Ethan's eyes narrowed, letting his black suit wet his chest, and he looked at the bearded man without fear.

But the beard didn't matter, and when his companion had gone to the other side, he slowly turned on the switches on his gloves one by one.

No matter how tough a man is, he can't hold on to his electric shock gloves.

"Quarterback, do you want to bet on how many punches you can hold on without wetting your pants."

"Are there any rewards?"

Ethan's tone was steady, without the slightest hint of fear, which surprised the bearded man a little, and he turned back and smiled at the black suit;

"Looks like we've met a tough guy."

The bearded man gritted his teeth, mustered up his strength and punched back.

"Smack."

In the shocked gaze of several of them, Ethan's heavy fists were firmly held by Ethan, and his forearms were clamped like vices by a pair of large hands.

In the blink of an eye, the chair under Ethan disappeared without a trace.

As if he had seen a ghost, Brantley blinked incredulously a few times, his eyes full of confusion.

"Bang."

"Ah!!h

Ethan's heavy knee hit directly blasted the beard, and the pain of the popping egg made him fall down in an instant, and he didn't even have the strength to roll.

Violent screams rang out, bringing them back to their senses.

The black suit quickly reached behind his waist, where a pistol was inserted.

Ethan rushed forward with a lunge, his hands raised high, and as if by magic, a sofa chair appeared.

"Bang."

The armchair fell with a thousand forces and smashed the black suit.

At the same time that the chair became torn apart, the black suit was also slammed to the ground, and the blood on his head was pouring out, and he was directly hit by Ethan.

"How did you do it?"

Brantley pestle his cane and clumsily tried to lunge towards his desk, but was kicked onto the couch by Ethan.

His face was horrified, unable to comprehend what he was seeing.

Ethan snatched the cane from his hand and stabbed him hard.

"Ahh

Brantley was sweating profusely, and his cane pierced his palm, sinking deep into the armrest of the sofa, and the high-end sofa leather was instantly stained red with blood.

There was a taser on his desk, which Ethan picked up.

He walked quickly over to the black suit and kicked him over, "You like to use a taser, don't you?" ”

"Poof."

The sound of electric shocks sounded, and the black suit immediately sang highly.

Ethan walked over again and stomped down his neck.

"Click."

The sound of a broken neck bone sounded, and the eyes of the black suit dimmed.

His beard and neck flushed, and he struggled to get up.

Ethan unceremoniously picked up the bucket and splashed it on him.

Ethan's arm, which was wearing electric shock gloves, was firmly grasped by Ethan, and the small light on it was still glowing green, and Ethan had a smile in the corner of his eyes:

"You like electric shock gloves, don't you?"

"No, I don't."

The bearded man struggled desperately, but he couldn't resist Ethan's powerful force, and the shock gloves slowly moved under him.

In his desperate eyes, the gloves fell heavily.

He instantly curled into a prawn, trembling madly.

Ethan grabbed him by the arm and threw a few more punches, and the beard simply fainted.

"Mr. Brantley, it's your turn."

Ethan slowly stood up and looked at Plantley, who was trying to pull out his cane, his eyes cold.

"God, what the hell are you?"

Brantley couldn't pull out his cane even a few times, and he yelled at Ethan excitedly, despite the cold sweat on his face.

In less than a minute, he went from being a master to a lamb to the slaughter.

Ethan's means of breaking free of restraints, disappearing out of thin air and suddenly appearing in the chair in his hand, all of this was beyond his comprehension, and he didn't know what kind of creature he was facing.

"Please, don't you believe in God?"

Ethan reached out and pulled out the cane that had been poked into the armrest.

"Shet, what the hell are you?"

Brantley let out a cry of pain, his head covered in a cold sweat, his non-existent chin picked up by Ethan's cane, and his eyes were full of curiosity.

"Ever heard of Superman?" The corners of Ethan's mouth turned up.

Brantley nodded hurriedly, could it be that he died at the hands of aliens, this is not a loss.

"That's good, it has nothing to do with him."

"Poof."

Ethan stabbed his arm hard, and his cane pierced the trachea, breaking his cervical vertebrae, and even the back of the sofa behind him was impaled by him.

With all his might, Brantley was nailed to the couch with a cane.

Ethan let go of his hand, and the delicate cane still trembled slightly.

"The balance between us is over."

Ethan smiled and nodded at him.

The glint in Brantley's eyes vanished, and he died with bewilderment.

After finishing all three, he walked briskly behind his desk, where a Beretta double-barreled shotgun was on the cabinet.

The wooden butt is shiny and delicate, and the body of the gun is delicately patterned sequins, and the whole gun looks like a handicraft.

Ethan immediately fell in love and pouted the barrel of the gun, which was already loaded with two shotguns.

There was a lot of ammunition in his own space, so he didn't look for any more bullets, and found a dagger and walked towards Hood.

His head drooped, still unconscious, and the electric shock had just choked him.

Although he couldn't bear it just now, Ethan still waited until the time was right before making a move.

The secret of his own space can't be revealed to anyone, if it is not a life and death crisis, he will not expose this secret in front of people, as long as he sees it, he must clean up the troubles.

It is better for Hood to be knocked unconscious than to die.

Ethan snapped the cable ties off his body with a dagger, and then walked over to the bearded man, the muzzle of his double-barreled shotgun hanging down.

"Bang."

A ball of fire erupted.

The black suit was also concocted in the same way, and all of them were refilled.

Pouting the barrel, the empty cartridge casings popped out, and the ammunition was reloaded, and he pushed open the wooden door behind him and walked out.

(End of chapter)