Gamers Are Fierce

The president of the Jinquan Bank in Frankfurt, a middle-aged man with a big belly and a fat brain. At this time, he is sitting on the soft sofa in the VIP box, with Erlang's legs tilted, and he is very impatiently swaying a whiskey with ice. Wine glass.

"Mother, why haven't you come yet."

He scolded and slapped the glass on the table.

As a promising billionaire, he is also a guest of this nightclub and enjoys the permanent right to use this VIP box——

In order to facilitate his work, the wall of this room is covered with a thick layer of soundproofing pads, even if it is noisy inside, it will not be heard outside.

According to the past practice, the club’s manager will send screenshots of the nightclub’s monitoring screen every ten minutes to the private chat group (the group is full of big people like the president), if anyone has a fancy to a guest, just notify The manager in charge, the latter will make the security team act.

But now, Mrs. President has been sitting on the sofa for twenty minutes, not to mention the ordered goods, and even the one who came to apologize has not seen one.

"Fuck."

His heart was rising, irritable, he patted the armrest of the sofa, stood up, moved his bloated body, and walked towards the private room door.

As soon as his palm hit the doorknob, the door was slammed open. A security guard, covered in blood and a vertical scar on his chest, helped the door and fell in.

The president, who was still hot and unbearable just now, woke up instantly, bowed to cover the mouth of the security guard who wanted to scream, and dragged him into the door.

At the same time, the door was closed gently without making a sound, and the door was locked.

As an ordinary person, the governor listened for a while, and did not hear any sound before lowering his head, and asked gloomily to the security guard lying on his back.

"What's going on outside?"

As a blood slave, this security guard was still struggling not to die completely even if he was torn apart and bloody. Even the huge wounds on his waist and abdomen were slowly healing.

The president of course knows what kind of existence the Miller family who runs this nightclub is.

In fact, in a few years, when his good friend Alex Miller is promoted to Viscount of the Blood Race, he will be able to obtain the qualifications for the first time.

Directly converted into an orthodox kinship and acted as a horse for the Miller family in exchange for the opportunity of longevity-the kinship also needed white gloves to manage and earn money.

The security guard's forehead was full of sweat, his facial expression was hideous and distorted, and his palms covered his belly to prevent the water from flowing out.

Hearing the president's question, he said hoarsely and lowly: "There is..."

咚——

A long spear with a bony blade directly pierced the thick and sturdy soundproof wall, and without any loss of power, the security guard accurately headshot, wringing at will, pulling a single head, and slowly pulling it back.

This picture is a bit like poke a strawberry with a toothpick.

!

The president's heart throbbed and was about to burst. He immediately squatted on the ground and did not climb to the bathroom. Instead, he climbed to the front corner, the entire huge body shrank directly under the half of the gun body.

The spear pulled away from the room, and the security guard’s head with a panic expression slammed against the wall and fell off with a snap.

It happened to be in the arms of the president.

The eyes are facing each other, and the soul of the bank leader will fly straight out of the sky.

An eye peeked inward through the round hole in the wall caused by the penetration of the gun body.

"No one here..."

Hearing the low and terrifying voice of an old woman outside, the president hurriedly stretched out his hand to cover his mouth to prevent the sound of his teeth from trembling.

For a long time, he heard the gradual and distant footsteps of "Ta Da Da", and the unknown existence holding the spear seemed to have left here.

The head of the bank released the palm covering his mouth, and he felt that the pants under his **** had been submerged in urine.

Fortunately, survived...

He took a deep breath, resisting the urge to drop his head in his arms, and carefully put it on the ground slowly.

Move his limbs like slow motion and crawl to the other side of the room.

There is his cell phone there. As long as he climbs over, he can take it and hide in the toilet to notify others.

He was on all fours like a dog, crawling humbly, his scalp was numb before he climbed a few steps out.

The feeling of being watched.

As if half frozen, the bank leader slowly turned his head (he could even hear the rusty click of his neck), and looked back.

On the wall facing the corridor, one eye, through the hole in the wall, stared coldly at him lying on the ground.

"one left."

The old woman's voice sounded again.

The president collapsed to the ground, crawling backwards on all fours together, subconsciously trying to scream.

Zheng——

The triangular bone sharp spear pierced the wall once again,

The bony spine extended a long distance, sending the gun blade straight into the neck of the line leader, and paused for a few seconds, as if to give the line leader time to savor.

"Swish"

As the gun blade bounced back, a lot of blood spurted from the line leader's neck.

His eyes were wide, his fat fingers clutching his neck desperately, but there was nothing to stop the blood from pouring out of his body, splashing on the ceiling wantonly, smearing a scarlet picture.

Patter.

The heavy body knelt to the ground, no longer breathing.

Li Ang, who was walking in the corridor, flung a spear at random and flung out the scarlet on the spear blade.

He gently pressed the triangular bone-pointed spear against the wall, and shot the spear blade towards the inside through the wall panel, and easily and freely harvested the living people in the house that were no longer worthy of being called a human.

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In the box at the end of the corridor, the few remaining security guards were standing at the end of the room with long guns and short cannons, surrounded by Alex Miller.

Alex, who has blood descent, has blonde hair that shines like the sun, handsome and feminine, and his eyes are deep and blue-but there is always a lingering stubbornness and vain haggard between his eyebrows.

Several mortal and wealthy children, who are also dudes, stood tremblingly beside Alex-some of them didn't even put on their clothes because they were too busy just now.

Alex didn't bother to look at these so-called "friends", his face was gloomy, and he whispered the name of the bodyguard his father had assigned him, "Paul, what's going on outside?"

The man in the suit named Paul has a long and narrow face, like a horse face, holding two long narrow machete with deep blood grooves in his hands.

Hearing Alex’s shouting ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, standing on the edge of the wall with a knife blade against the wall, he turned his head and shook his head gloomily, "Master, support is already on the way. Go in the dark."

"Ok."

Alex didn't talk nonsense, just nodded.

Although this Paul was an elder who watched him grow up with his own eyes, blood slaves were only blood slaves after all. There was an insurmountable gap between them and their masters, and they were consumables that could be discarded at will.

Surrounded by the bodyguards, Alex went into the box toilet, swiped his finger under the glass mirror to open the secret door.

After the secret door opened, he let a few bodyguards walk into the secret tunnel, and walked in behind him.

The blood family is immortal, not immortal. The long life did not make them look at the mundane world, but they were more afraid of death. Even the nightclubs and bars of their own forces had to set up secret doors and secret escape channels.

Paul watched Alex's figure disappear completely, shook his head, and continued to stare at the wall.

The kinship's ability made him clearly feel the sound of low footsteps sprinting in the distance of the corridor through the thick sound-proof wall panels, running faster and faster, and rushing towards this box!

It's now!

Paul's body swelled abruptly, his long and narrow face became hideous and ugly, his nose protruded inward, his ears extended back, and a shallow black short hair emerged on his skin.

In less than half a second, he turned into a half-man and half-bat with a height of more than two meters, his burly and sturdy body directly burst his suit jacket.

The long and narrow machete, which was originally a bit cumbersome, is now light and handy in his hand.

Hearing a "click", the blade easily penetrated the wall and ran across the path of the opponent. Driven by the half-human half-bat monster, it dragged forward.

It is about to cut off the enemy's head!