C1981 Killed
C1981 Killed
That person smiled and said, "Take a closer look. Think about it carefully and see if it's worth millions!"
Maxwell heard the other party's firm tone, and then he raised his head and looked over, he started to think, and suddenly, he thought of someone, and his eyes widened, "Your surname is Yang?"
Yang Bo laughed, "No need to be so surprised, you guys have been looking for me for so long, why are you not able to recognize me now that you've met me?"
Maxwell retreated two steps, looking slightly nervous. He was a hitman, and one of them was a hitman who accepted missions often, but ordinary people could only see him mix wine, and those who saw him do it, were no longer in the world, so it was very difficult for others to realise his identity!
He stared at Yang Bo and touched his waist with one hand. He had seen the mission before, but he saw it a little late and was accepted by Nick and Yue Yang. At that time, he was regretful because he felt that the mission of kidnapping was undoubtedly easier!
It was just that no one had expected that after Nick and Yue Yang accepted the mission, they were actually sent off to the Police Station. The lives of the two of them were too many, they would probably never be able to come out in their lifetime.
However, Yang Bo's sudden appearance made Maxwell's heart jump, "What are you trying to do?"
Yang Bo laughed, "Give me a cup of blood from hell."
Maxwell did not believe that the other party only wanted to drink a cup of wine. The hand that he placed on his waist was just about to lift up, but before he could even make a move, a silver light flashed, and he felt his right hand go stiff, and the sound of coins hitting the ground came from below his feet.
After a moment, his stiff right hand recovered slightly, but following that, intense pain assaulted him. He felt that his entire hand was not his!
Maxwell bent down and knelt down, he only wanted to rub his hands on the ground, the pain was too excruciating, he could not bear it!
Yang Bo stared at the other party, "Give me a cup of blood from hell!"
Maxwell had gone through painful training, he gritted his teeth and stood up, he looked at the hall and saw the waiters still cleaning, and did not seem to realise what was happening!
No wonder they would always be waiters!
Maxwell cursed in his heart. He knew that he could not escape, so he endured the pain and started to concoct the cocktail with his left hand.
Even though he only had one hand, Maxwell's movements did not seem to be affected too much. His hands were nimble, the cup flew up and down in his hands, it looked really good!
The few waiters saw that Maxwell had truly mixed wine, although they were surprised, but they still cheered for him, since using one hand to mix wine, was originally meant to be a trick!
Very quickly, a cup of red cocktail was placed in front of Yang Bo.
Yang Bo picked up the cup, placed it on his nose and took a sniff, "I know you have an alarm here, press it!"
Maxwell stared at Yang Bo with his eyes wide open, his face was filled with astonishment, but he was again shocked. The other party probably did not come with good intentions, and had even asked about such a small matter, just that he did not know much about them!
However, since the other party asked him to ring the bell, Maxwell did not hesitate.
The alarm bell connected directly to the headquarters, but it did not ring here.
"Your alarm clock is too remote. If something really big happened, I'm afraid we won't have enough time for you to ring it!" Yang Bo said.
Maxwell laughed bitterly, under normal circumstances, even if the other party had a gun in his hand, he would have the time to sound the alarm, but Yang Bo's movements were too fast, the coin was thrown over faster than a bullet!
In this situation, he didn't dare to sound the bell at all. If Yang Bo threw a coin over and it did not land on his body but on his head, would he still be alive?
Maxwell lowered his head and looked at his right hand. His hand was completely swollen;
Yang Bo held the alcohol in his hand and carefully savored it, as if he really was a guest who had come to drink.
The waiters cleaned up the place and left to get busy at the back.
The sunlight shone in from outside, but Yang Bo was sitting in a dark place, so he could clearly see the dust inside the sunlight.
After a moment, the sound of hurried footsteps came from outside the door. Yang Bo smiled at Maxwell: Look, someone is coming to help you!
Maxwell heaved a sigh of relief in his heart, but soon after, he became anxious. He hoped that there was someone who could save him, but in his heart, he was conflicted when he thought that Yang Bo was too strong.
The group hurried over, led by a man who looked to be around thirty years of age. When he saw the silence in the room and that Maxwell was standing at the counter, he could not help but frown, "Maxwell, what's going on? Why did you ring the alarm? "
Helpless, Maxwell glanced at Yang Bo, "Leader, someone is looking for us!"
"Oh?" The man seemed to understand Maxwell's gaze. He walked over, but his eyes were focused on Yang Bo's back, he was very clear about Maxwell's situation.
Now Maxwell had not only rung the bell, he even made drinks for him during the day. This meant that the person in front of him was not simple!
"This is Mr Yang!" Maxwell introduced.
Yang Bo held the alcohol in his hand and turned around, "I don't know how to call you? "Leader?"
"You can call me Charlie." The man walked forward, but his eyes were vigilant. As Yang Bo turned around, Maxwell had already raised his injured hand.
Charlie De's pupils contracted, and he became even more cautious. He was very clear about the situation of Maxwell's martial force, and did not expect that he would actually be injured by Yang Bo.
"Why are you being so careful, Charlie? "He knocked him over with a single punch. Let's drink here today!" A man suddenly shouted.
Yang Bo looked over to the source of the voice. When Charlie De came over, there were four people following behind him, and the one who spoke was one of them. That person was wearing a tuxedo, his face was white and lips were red.
However, Yang Bo did not even put that person in his eyes, because according to his Qi, that person should only be a viscount, with the lowest level of Blood Clan, his strength was only equivalent to a Qi Drawing Realm cultivator!
"Sir Mike." Charlie De turned around and looked at him. His tone was respectful, but there was also some hesitation in his tone. "This person looks like one of the wanted criminals."
"Isn't that just right? Just kill him, just in time to report back. Since I'm on duty this month, all you have to do is listen to me! " Mike waved his hands, he did not care at all!
— — The content is from [Mick Read]