…… The silver hair was even more cold and frightened.

The man didn't even lift his eyelids, and a low, magnetic voice oozed from the corners of his thin lips, like the notes pressed by the most expensive piano keys,

"You can go."

"Yes!" The two black-clad bodyguards answered at the same time and followed behind the man.

In the gloomy and quiet air, I walked up the stairs of the underground casino, one step at a time.

……

The man walked out of the underground casino from the special passage with the Xuanzhihuang in his arms, and the group of bodyguards who followed him without leaving an inch behind him were gone.

Not far away is a silver Aston Martin sports car.

He bent down and put the Xuan Zhihuang directly into the co-pilot of the sports car, and with a "click", he fastened his seat belt.

When she withdrew her arm, her fingers accidentally ran across her face, and the soft and tight young touch lingered on her fingertips for a moment.

He paused, his palm dangling in the air for two seconds, and then gently pinched Xuanzhihuang's chin.

"Hiss ----"

There was a strange noise.

The layer of human skin mask that Xuan Zhihuang wore on his face was torn off.

The man's dark eyes stared straight at the face in front of him, and the bottom of his eyes was as secretive as a depth.

"Xuanzhihuang." He spoke suddenly, and the expression between his sculpted eyebrows became more complicated.

Soon, the Aston Martin parked on the side of the road "swished" and drove away.

Just when the sports car had just driven out less than a hundred meters, in the underground casino, suddenly, there was a fierce gunshot!

……

In the casino.

"Bang Bang ----"

Gunshots!

"Ah...... Ah......" Some female gamblers screamed in fright, and the men also bent down and hugged their heads one by one and ran to the door, the people who can be in this "hell's paradise" casino in Belgium are all money, and there is so much money that has not been spent, how can they be willing to die.

The roulette table where the money had just been repaid was already in shambles, all the chips were scattered on the delicate Persian carpet, and it was even more messy, and a series of red blood beads kept falling from the side.

Russian gangster Toktakhonov was shot, blood gushing from his left waist, and his gray shirt was stained blood-red.

All of his men have been captured by the FBI.

……

Toktakhonov's whole person seemed to be crazy, his dark green eyes were full of bloodthirsty murderous aura, and his face was full of hideous and distorted expressions.

Russian yelled and cursed,

"Don't come here! Prepare me a helicopter at once, and it will cost me 100 million dollars! Otherwise, I'll shoot this girl! ”

Around, all ten disguised FBI Interpols were armed with pistols and aimed at Toktakhonov's head.

Leng Mofeng's muzzle was aimed more directly at his eyebrows, and a pair of eagle-like eyes revealed a deeper cold light.

If you look closely, you can still see a trace of hidden ...... Nervous.

Because, the hostage that Toktakhonov was holding in his hands was none other than him.

It's warm.

Nuan Nuan was held hostage.

……

Toktakhonov pinched Mo Nuan's neck with one hand, and a particularly vivid bruise had been strangled on her beautiful thin neck, and her temple was even more pressed against the pistol that Toktakhonov had clutched.

Just pull the trigger......

Leng Mofeng listened to the sniper's report from the headset,

"Brother Leng, the target is blocked by hostages and can't shoot."