Beauty's Supreme Expert

The dark horse snorted coldly and reported to Zhou Zai, who was on the sofa, "We're not abducting them?"    

"These are our hostage chips. Let our brothers keep an eye on them."    

He took a long drag on his cigarette and waved his hand: "As long as these people are on our hands, our safety is guaranteed. Watch them personally, Lao Er."    

"Yes, big brother."    

Nodding, the dark horse turned around and left. However, a trace of killing intent flashed in its eyes as it turned around.    

Anxiety, uneasiness.    

He didn't know why, but Zhou Hua was terrified about whether he could leave this time.    

Exactly which segment had a problem?    

He took a long drag on his cigarette and took a sip of the red wine in his hand. Since he couldn't come up with a solution, he might as well wait and see.    

After leaving the room, the dark horse walked outside and took a look at the 10 special forces officers who had been kidnapped.    

After lighting a cigarette and taking a puff, he recalled the notification he received not long ago.    

His undercover career could finally come to an end?    

Bang, bang …    

The sound of gunfire brought his thoughts back to reality.    

He saw Lin Fann, who came out of nowhere, killing everyone around him?    

The sounds of gunfire were heavy, but the ones that fell were their own people.    

Lin Fann, who jumped up, didn't land on the ground but attached himself to the wall.    

Like an arrow that had left the bow, he pounced towards the nearest Qing Hall member.    

"Enemy attack, enemy attack."    

The member who reacted first immediately pointed his gun at Lin Fann and pulled the trigger.    

However, something horrifying had happened. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull the trigger.    

More importantly, he couldn't feel his hand anymore?    

Pfft.    

The sound of blood spurting out, the hand holding the gun was broken.    

"Ah …" "My hand …"    

Looking at the severed hand, he was so shocked that he started shouting. It was just that he was shouting.    

His neck was actually a little cold and painful, with streams of blood spurting out.    

The scream seemed to have ignited the entire third floor. The enemies that had regained their senses all aimed at Lin Fann.    

However, their fates were all the same as that man just now.    

My Hand...    

My neck...    

A cacophony of noise rose up, and in just two seconds, it was gone.    

The ten special police officers who were held captive were completely flabbergasted.    

Although some of their colleagues had experienced the matters of Shadow Killer Group, they were so shocked that their jaws dropped when they saw it again.    

With just one person, he had killed ten spear-wielding enemies.    

Is it possible, is it really possible?    

The blood and screams at the scene had already answered this question.    

"Sir."    

The ten of them retracted their gazes and shouted at Lin Fann in admiration.    

"Yeah, hurry up and finish off the rest of the small fry."    

After cutting off a person's rope, Lin Fann threw a dagger towards him: "This time, it's a fight, a fight, a fight."    

"Yes, sir."    

Picking up the guns on the ground, the ten of them quickly spread out and began to deal with those small fry.    

The fingers holding the dagger gently moved, and the dagger spun faster and faster.    

Swoosh.    

The dagger flew out and stabbed into the side of the door.    

"You're sneaking around. Next time, my accuracy won't be that high."    

Picking up the dagger with his feet, Lin Fann slowly rotated again.    

"Hur hur, Young Master Lin. It's me, Dark Horse."    

He hurriedly raised his hands and walked out from behind the door with an apologetic smile on his face.    

The flying dagger was only two centimeters away from where he had been hiding.    

If he had been a little more accurate, he would have been a one-eyed man by now.