MTL - Reborn Aristocrat: Return of the Vicious Heiress

"who?"

The two men were startled, and when they turned around, they found that they were aimed by a heavy assault rifle. A pair of heavy black boots belonging to the man came into the house with the soil stained, heavy soles, and stepped on the mud fiercely, step by step. Slow and elegant, heavy and agile, like a hunting hunter, step by step into a dead end, there is no escape.

Only then did they see the man in front of them clearly.

He is tall and tall, with a black shirt tied in the waistband and black suit pants, which makes his legs slender and strong. The whole is as steep as a rock, and the mixture exudes a sharp and stern, full of danger. The crisis is the breath of death.

He was holding a gun, and the whole man walked in idleness.

One pair of eyes is like the abyss of hell. The deep can make people Ling Chi, Ling Rui's lips, bright red like blood.

At first glance, they awed each other's momentum, lost the opportunity to resist, completely draw the line.

Lie down on your feet, the only life-saving sign, has become a life-saving sign in an instant.

"Oh -" a man's throat in a similar issue syllable laugh, casually put down the gun put in the hands: "You have lost the only chance against me."

Obviously aimed at the threat of their forehead away, but they not only did not feel Bansi fortunate, but more afraid of panic, mind of each string, are nervous tension, the body stiff and not like their own, seems to be The man choked his throat, and thus lost all his resistance. The sword was artificial, and I was the fish.

This man is really terrible!

"I know who I am?" Secretary Motosada carrying a gun, stepping aggressive pace, walked over toward them.

His deep eyes, but fell on the only woman in this room who, bound in a league of her song on the ground, seems to have been in a coma for the past, messy hair lay on the ground, covering her face, body light gray sweater, It was red with blood, glaring bright red color, to stimulate him almost irrational.

Suddenly he wanted to kill.

Only blood can awaken his lost sanity.

When people fear to the limit, and even the courage to escape and no: "You ...... you do not come!"

Two robbers, drew back, and his face remorse, fear, dismay flitted, a blank mind, had already lost the ability to think, but also how to determine the identity of the man in front of it?

"I ......" Secretary Motosada with your thumb, pointing to his nose, grinned, mouthful of white teeth, coldness Yu Yu: "Secretary Yuan Zhen, in charge of the Secretary's authority, called the Division Jiuye!"

Diya sound, cold charm of alarming.

"Secretary Jiuye -"

Two robbers, the brain completely cut off the strings tight, stiff body a soft, knee sank, he fell to his knees in front of the Secretary of Yuan Zhen.

These three words, as if the moment of their death sentence, there is no room.

They provoke is not a big trouble.

But death.

Si Jiuye, the head of the Yundian Division, is rumored to be extremely bloody, brutal, abnormal, inhuman, fierce and cunning, and no one dares to mess with him.

The three words of Si Jiye are almost synonymous with the devil, and children stop crying.

Si Yuanzhen pointed at Ye Yan who was lying on the ground, and smiled more and more: "Do you know who she is?"

He raised the gun in his hand, rested in his palm, and patted his palm gently with the gun. It seemed to be weighing the weight of the submachine gun, and it seemed to be measuring how much damage the gun could cause.

His eyes were staring at the two people in front of him.

Seems to be thinking about how to deal with them.

The willpower of the two gangsters, under the prestige of Si Jiye, has already failed to become an army, kneeling on the ground with cold sweats, their bodies trembling, and they dare not even speak for mercy.

Si Yizhang smiled like a devil: "She's Ye Ye, it's me ..." Then, a smile on his face, a little bit of convergence, exuded **** brutality mixed up and down: "A woman who has spent a lifetime ... …what……"

The last "ah" word was suddenly fierce, hissing voice, thick violent aura came to his face, Si Yuanzhen picked up the heavy assault machine in his hand, and turned two times one by one, one by one. Face.

"what--"

The harsh voice was terrible and abnormal. The bodies of the two gangsters were drawn to the ground, their heads were bleeding, blood splattered in their mouths, and several blood teeth were sprayed out along with the blood and fell to the ground.

Si Yuanzhen looked at the man lying on the ground, twitching like two dead dogs, stepping on one gangster's neck with one foot, holding a gun in one hand, and muzzling on the other gangster's neck.

Si Yuanzhen chuckled, and smiled coldly, with a low base: "Do you know who fired the shot on her left shoulder?"

Si Yuanzhen doesn't believe in Buddha, he only believes in himself.

He has no faith, so there is no good or evil.

He was full of iniquity, and walked alone in hell, living alone.

Buddha does not cross three people.

Those who do n’t know how to go, those who do n’t believe do n’t, and those who do n’t want to do so!

He occupies all three, so the Buddha does not cross me, and I am a demon of my own.

"Rao ... rao life ..." The pain eroded their reason, and then they responded to ask for mercy, even if there was a glimmer of hope, they also asked for life.

Si Yuanzhen ignored their begging for mercy, and said as if laughing: "It's me, it was a shot aimed at the enemy's heart ..." He laughed for the last second, and was unparalleled, but the next second was the abyss devil, cruel Ruthless: "You dare to take her to block the gun."

The gun in his hand suddenly pumped one of them away, and the screams were screaming, making people feel astonished.

Si Yuanzhen murdered at the age of ten. For so many years, he has never missed. Only this time, facing the gangster holding a beloved woman, the gun in his hand hesitated, because that moment of hesitation gave the other party a counterattack. Chance, and finally suffered the bitter fruit of that shot, and turned into her beloved woman.

He stared at the shot and shot into her body.

It seemed as if I could hear the sound of gurgling into the flesh.

At that moment, he frantically wanted to kill.

Si Yuanzhen sneered, looking at the two gangsters lying on the ground: "Do you know how I like to kill people the most?"

His grandeur, the supreme devil of Lucifer, Lucifer's supreme devil, and the owner of Si's, both black and white, fearless, was threatened by a gangster.

The mouse in front of him fled in front of him, but the gun in his hand could not fire a second shot anyway.

The two gangsters were already dead and could not even speak.

"Torture." Si Yuanzhen spit out two shocking words: "It's the kind of life that can't live without death."

In the dark and narrow room, a **** and brutal scene was staged, and the sound of screams was endless.