And this Hong Yun is an old man, it is impossible not to know this situation. They can still say such things, these people are really reliable!

However, Tang Changsheng smiled: "It's enough for me to do it myself, but I may make a little big scene, and the aftermath will depend on Master Hong!"

Hong Yun laughed: "This is easy to say, since Master Tang is a guest of my Hanliutang, he can't be bullied here."

Spread it out, what face does my Han Liutang still have to mix in the rivers and lakes? Don't worry, the matter will be left to me. In this way, I'll ask Master Wang Jinhai to help you!"

After Tang Changsheng thanked him, he hung up the phone, and everything was ready. This is going to Christie's auction company, no matter who did it, it provoked him Master Tang, do you really think you are a soft persimmon?

Christie's Auction Company is one of the largest auction companies in the world, and in fact, the auction of transcendent items related to the magic web is only a small part of their business, and the shady part of it.

The annual spring and autumn auctions of antique artworks are often the grand events of the global collecting community.

Therefore, Christie's auction company occupies a lot of land and has its own office building.

Even though it was the middle of the night, it was brightly lit. This is especially true in the general manager's office.

If someone walks in and looks, especially when they go to the top three floors, they will find corpses all over the floor, and there is dried and clotted blood everywhere.

All dead, all dead!

The people at Christie's Auction Company, from top to bottom, all died cleanly.

All their high-ranking figures gathered in conference rooms for meetings, and the three floors were filled with gunmen of all kinds.

However, it was of no use, and a large cloud of black gas poured in, poisoning most of the gunmen.

Even if you are quick to put on a gas mask, you can't do it.

Almost all of Christie's top executives who were meeting in the conference room were shot or killed......

Fan Qiang watched all this with a bitter face, and his heart was like turning over the river...... If it weren't for the number of times I vomited, I wouldn't have vomited anything. Maybe he'll vomit again now......

His heart was bitter, and no one knew what his current situation was.

Behind him, in the office chair that was supposed to belong to the head of Christie's auction company, sat a young man with earrings and a rather hippie taste.

In this guy's hand, Hang Erlang played with a pistol that had opened the safety and aimed it at Fan Qiang's back. made him tremble, for fear that this guy would not go crazy all of a sudden.

This kind of behavior, if this person is not a heartless two hundred and five, then he must be an outlaw who does not care about the life and death of himself and others!

No matter which of these two is it, they are all characters that he Fan Qiang can't afford to offend.

In particular, not long ago, I saw this man laughing and talking to him while escaping and shooting the CEO of Christie's company in the head......

"Manager Fan, it's almost dawn, do you think that Mr. Tang will come to save you?"

At this moment, this guy smiled and said, "It looks like your life is not worth much, we have all waited so late, and no one has come to save you." Do you think that Mr. Tang doesn't care about your life or death at all?"

These words immediately made Fan Qiang's forehead densely covered with a layer of Han water, if people knew that he was useless, the guy behind him would definitely shoot him without hesitation, right?

Seeing the cold sweat on Fan Qiang's forehead, another man with short flaxen hair next to him said mockingly: "Beck, don't frighten our dean, in case he pees his pants, do you still have to prepare diapers for him?"

The hanging-off Baker suddenly laughed exaggeratedly, and pointed at Fan Qiang with the muzzle of the gun in his hand.

At this time, Fan Qiang couldn't even care about being angry, and his face suddenly turned white with fright. It was a gun with the safety already open, as long as his finger touched the trigger slightly......

Fear almost made Fan Qiang's legs weak and almost untenable.

It was only then that Baker withdrew his gun and exclaimed, "Isn't this really scared to pee, is it? Damn, if it smells a little stinking here, I'll throw you down the window!"

"Alright, alright. Don't tease us, the Grand Dean, they're elites!" said the last woman with red hair in a flaming red leather coat, but the sarcasm in her words could not be hidden.

The flaxen-haired man said in a deep voice: "It's almost time, Sally, let him call again! If Tang Changsheng doesn't come again, every five minutes, I'll chop off one of his fingers!"

Sally laughed and said to Fan Qiang: "Did you hear it, time is precious." For the sake of your fingers, why don't you call that Mr. Tang now and ask him to come over?"

Although it was an inquiring tone, Fan Qiang broke out in a cold sweat even more.

He knew that all three guys were crazy and moody. Maybe the last sentence is still smiling and talking to you, and the next sentence has already pulled out a gun to kill people.

However, he couldn't help but fight, even though his miserable end was doomed.

Even if God opened his eyes, these three madmen spared themselves and did not kill people. But the people of Fan's Group found out that he betrayed the company's VIPs...... His future will also be completely ruined.

What's more, your own family knows your own affairs. He doesn't seem to have any friendship with Tang Changsheng, he is a big man, and he is just an inconspicuous clerk below.

Now, if he wants to call Tang Changsheng over, he doesn't seem to have such a big face.

Just when he hesitated slightly, the hanging Baker was already impatient, and the pistol equipped with a muffler shot between Fan Qiang's legs.

"Who told you to shoot?" both men cursed.

"Don't worry, I just shot the bullet between his legs, and you still don't believe in my marksmanship, even if I wanted to hit the fly's wings, I wouldn't hit the fly in the head. ”

Baker said proudly that he had that confidence. At one point, he single-handedly killed a team of heavily armed SWAT officers with a small pistol......

You know, these SWAT officers are covered in heavy body armor and have ferocious automatic weapons in their hands.

And in his hand, there is only a small pistol with a range of less than 50 meters, not to mention heavy body armor, even ordinary body armor is very reluctant to shoot.

And he relied on his invincible marksmanship to fire seven shots in a row and kill several elite SWAT officers in a row. Every bullet hit the door, and the SWAT didn't even react. (To be continued.) )