Chapter 460: Murong Xiaoxiong!

In this era of rapid development of science and technology, except for the older generation, there are almost no real warriors. They are increasingly relying on hot weapons, while cold weapons have gradually become obsolete by the times.

There are a total of forty people in this villa who can be compared to special forces, but there are only four or five people who are really responsible for patrolling and investigating. But there are countless cameras.

Maybe in their opinion, these people have enough MP5 in their hands to sieves anyone who dares to break in.

This is also the most fundamental reason why Yang Yi can easily blend in, and he also holds Frank and Murong Lan.

If there were a few more people, Yang Yi thought, he would definitely not come in so stupidly. If you want to come in------ should you follow the example you played on TV, and tie a circle to your body**. And then let a bunch of big guys who are eyeing each other have no idea where to start? This should be awesome, right?

Murong Lan's so-called Jazz Regiment Yang Yi had never heard of it, either it was a mercenary hired by Long Fei at a great price, or it was a private army cultivated by Long Fei's family. That's just two kinds of things.

Whether it is the former or the latter, Yang Yi has already made up his mind to kill. It can not only save people, but also destroy Long Fei's energy, why not?

However, when these words sounded to Murong Lan's ears, it was a bit like a joke. She could almost imagine a man who looked weak and thin, bare-handed facing a dozen or so heavily armed men alone, and then a shuttle of bullets and being beaten into a sieve.

Heroes can't stand up to a lot of people.

Does he still think he's superhuman?

The coldness on his face was swept away, and it was replaced by a clever smile that Yang Yi had never seen before, and glanced at Yang Yi charmingly, as if he wanted to hook his soul away. "Do you really think you can kill them all?"

Looking at this beautiful and miserable smile, Yang Yi was a little distracted. In that instant, Yang Yidu wanted to throw the knife directly and surrender, and then smoothly become a glorious part of the Jazz Troupe.

There's a saying, 'The building near the water gets the moon first.'" As long as they get along for a few days, Yang Yi feels that the chances of talking about the future together in bed will be much greater.

"Why don't we make a bet?" Yang Yi licked his chapped lips and smiled a little treacherously.

Looking at Yang Yi's evil smile, Murong Lan suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, this man's eyes were very aggressive. Panicked, he looked away, and said coquettishly: "How to bet?"

Yang Yi took out his mobile phone and glanced at the time, and said with a smile: "It's 3:5 in the morning." Give me half an hour and I'll kill all your teammates. Except, of course, for you. If I lose, then I will be at your disposal, first rape and then kill or half-rape and half kill it's up to you. If you lose, then you will be my personal bodyguard for ------ month or not?

He originally wanted to say that he was a wife, but he was afraid of arousing the disgust of this chick, so he could only change what came to his lips again. For a month, hum, you won't be able to get Lao Tzu and the author's surname for half a month.

Yang Yi looked at Murong Lan with burning eyes, and did not hide the playfulness in his eyes. But I couldn't make up my mind in my heart.

Before he came, he planned to kill them all. But now that there is a Murong Lan, if she kills those teammates of hers, then won't she hate herself for the rest of her life? If she doesn't kill her, wouldn't it be cheaper Long Fei's bastard?

If these were mercenaries, there was almost zero chance that they would turn against each other. This group of guys licking blood on the tip of the knife look at honor no less than life, and they will not do such a thing if they are killed. If they were cultivated by the Long Fei family, then maybe there was a chance of success.

Murong Lan was silent. Although subconsciously thought that Yang Yi would definitely not be able to kill everyone in half an hour. But she couldn't joke with her teammates and her father's lives.

Who knows if this nasty guy will have any tricks?

In case he brought a company of soldiers, not to mention half an hour, it would be enough for ten minutes.

But what's the use of not agreeing? Can he give up mercifully?

Murong Lan didn't want to gamble, and she didn't want to compromise. He could only stare at Yang Yi with his cute big eyes, as if he had a dog's tail flower on his face.

"Why, don't dare?" Yang Yi sneered.

If conditions permitted, Murong Lan would love to disfigure this guy's annoying face.

Do you think you're good-looking? The handsome guy my mother has ever seen is even better than all the excellent genes of your father and your mother. You can't even get a number.

Murong Lan looked at Yang Yi with disdain and sneered, "Why should I bet with you?"

"Not really. Yang Yi touched his nose a little stupidly, and said softly: "Are you mercenaries or Long Fei's personal team?"

"Why should I tell you?" Murong Lan didn't give Yang Yi any face.

Little Niangpi, when the time comes, Lao Tzu must let you ****.

Yang Yi sneered in his heart, and even a little hideous appeared on his face. "Little girl, do you really think I don't dare to do anything to you? Do you believe that I will rape you first and then kill you, and then hang you on the flagpole in Tiananmen Square early tomorrow morning to show the public?"

His grandmother's, I really think the uncle is good-tempered.

Sure enough, Murong Lan's face suddenly turned a little pale, and she had no doubt that this villain could really do such a heinous thing. glared at Yang Yi viciously, and said word by word: "I will definitely not let you go." My father won't let you go. ”

Day, I'm afraid you'll let me go. Otherwise, you won't have to play.

If a man said this to him, Yang Yi would definitely cut the grass and eradicate it without hesitation, but if a woman said it, it would be a different matter.

It doesn't matter if he is raped first and then raped, or raped again. He was all welcome.

Perhaps this is the privilege that beautiful women have.

"Your father?" Yang Yi sensitively caught a word, looked at Murong Lan with some surprise, and said, "Don't tell me that your father is the head of the jazz troupe?"

Since this so-called deputy head Frank can't even use a strong woman, then her father should be at the level of the head of the regiment.

"Hmph. Murong Lan just wrinkled her cute nose and snorted coldly as an answer.

Beauty is beauty, and even anger looks so beautiful.

"Okay, let's not talk to you anymore. Yang Yi waved his hand impatiently, and said in a cold voice: "Give you three seconds to think, either be my bodyguard for a month, or I will be raped first and then killed, you choose." Of course, if you're willing to join my side, you don't have to die. ”

Murong Lan was entangled, was raped first and then killed? Then she might as well commit suicide now. But his body was held in the arms of this disgusting man, and he didn't even have a chance to commit suicide. Is this possible? Let's not say that my stubborn father will not agree. Even now, he only has himself as a chess piece in his hand. She can't replace them, and she doesn't have that right.

The choice is often the hardest, so she chooses to be silent. Silent resistance.

Yang Yi rolled his eyes helplessly, he really didn't know what to do with this woman. In the end, he could only slap Murong Lan helplessly. Looking at Murong Lan who fell softly in his arms, Yang Yi's salty pig hand stroked the charming peak, and said with a lewd smile: "Little girl, I am looking forward to the day when I get you to bed, it should be soon." If I can't talk to you, then I should have a good talk with your father. ”

With a wave of his hand, Murong Lan and Frank tightened the Nine Dragon Rings, and then quietly turned around and walked towards the villa.

Murong Lan is the hole card in his hand, and Yang Yi doesn't want to put her here. As for Frank------ buy one get one free.

There were two people sitting in the hall on the first floor, and they were bored with Zakin Flower. There was a stack of big red robes in front of everyone, at least twenty or thirty thousand. Yang Yi looked at it secretly, this group of guys is really not ordinary rich, and they can come up with so much money for any play.

Yang Yi was thinking about whether he should take some when he went back, and it would be better to think of it as his hard work tonight.

The two didn't notice Yang Yi who walked in, and they were having fun by themselves. Yang Yi was a little mocking in his heart, this group of guys didn't seem to be an ordinary gang anymore, and the defense was so lax.

I don't know if I have confidence in my own strength, or if I have confidence in those machines on the wall.

easily went up to the second floor, but there were still two people patrolling back and forth in the corridor. Seeing Yang Yi wearing his own clothes, he only glanced at it lightly, and then wandered back and forth in their respective posts.

Yang Yi stood in the corner, carefully probed with Shenyuan, and determined that the location of the study was on the third floor, and then went upstairs directly.

The defense on the third floor was much stronger than on the second floor, and a guy with a gun walked up to Yang Yi and said coldly, "What's the matter?"

"Someone at the door said that they wanted to see the head of the regiment, and they were sent by the prince. Yang Yi lowered his head and said the previous excuse.

The man glanced at Yang Yi suspiciously, and said loudly: "You go down first, and I'll go and inform the head of the regiment." ”

day, I finally came up, and my grandson went down.

Yang Yi scolded secretly, if there was only this guy, he would really wipe his neck without hesitation. But there are two more at the end of the corridor, and at such a distance, Yang Yi is not sure that he will be killed with one blow.

"Big brother, that's right. The man asked me to bring a message to the regiment commander, and I must convey it to the regiment commander in person. So ------"

The man frowned, thought for a moment, then moved out of the way and said, "Okay, you go in." ”

Yang Yi thanked him, and then knocked on the door of the study gently.

"Come in. A hearty voice came from inside.

Yang Yi pushed open the door and entered, closing the door with the trend. I don't know when I already have an extra gun in my hand.

The man is about forty years old, with a Chinese face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, mixed with a thick evil aura on his body, and he doesn't know how many unjust souls have died in his hands.

When the man saw the gun in Yang Yi's hand, he didn't have the slightest look of surprise on his face, just glanced at Yang Yi with interest after a faint glance. It took a long time before he smiled and said, "Are you Yangyi?"

Yang Yi was slightly stunned for a moment and quickly returned to normal, and said with a smile: "It seems that your intelligence work is doing a good job." ”

"Get acquainted. The man tugged at the somewhat wrinkled collar, stood up and said solemnly, "I'm Murong Xiaoxiong, the head of the Jazz Troupe. I didn't expect us to meet so soon. ”