Otherworldly Merchant

His posture was so ugly at the time that no one laughed at him or even envied him! For example, those two Arabs.

They also knelt down on their knees with great devotion, offering me constant courtesies, even in the Middle Eastern style of kowtow. Unfortunately, the two of them did not speak Chinese, and could not speak those words of Lei Hao Tian. They had to follow the unspoken learning words behind them: “Coconut, sleeping happiness, nesting in the council...”

Ridiculous, ridiculous.

But nobody laughs!

The cross sacrifice lay low on the head without a word.

Imzai finally raised his head and his two deep eyes stared closely at me. To see through, to see through who I am, to have such terrible power!

He wore a straw hat with a high nose beam, a jointed throat, trembling all over his body, and his heels slammed directly on the ground.

The old translator shrunk more toward the corner of the wall and was reluctant to squeeze himself into the wall.

Instead, at this time, Lin Zhenbang was somewhat jealous, and his face was full of joy like rebirth after robbery.

However, the old spy was not as simple as the commonly seen butterfly. Instead, he stood up swinging and picked up the broken glasses in front of his broken arm and removed the ring from that arm. Then he walked back without saying a word.

“Grandpa, I'm so wrong! Please forgive me.” Ray Hawthorne continues to kneel on the ground and beg: “You let me do anything! Exit Lingbao, when..."

Pfft!

All of a sudden, he didn't wait to finish his sentence, and suddenly a bite of blood erupted and the whole person was paralyzed on the ground.

The corpse shrinks rapidly at visible speeds, turning into a dry corpse, just like the American soldier he just killed a while ago.

Pfft!

Another muffled sound, the high nose beam with the hat crooked, also fell on the ground, also turned into a dry corpse.

Mr. Translator on the corner of the wall, all the Arabs on their knees!

Until then, I found Imzai slightly tightened his left hand.

It's right ‘your lives are in my hands!’ The best explanation for this is the most appropriate one.

I didn't wait to figure out what he was going to do, and suddenly he jumped out, pulling one hand out of the crucifix's tummy.

But this one's a dwarf!

Shouting, the tall black coat and mask fell to the ground, and there was a steel skeleton under the mask that came out more than the other two sacrifices.

The most talkative, seemingly most prestigious sacrifice, is actually the most wretched dwarf.

He didn't even have time to struggle in Imzai's hands and turned into a skinny little meat jerky.

Boom!

The dwarf was thrown on the ground and Im sitting back.

Five people were killed in an instant, and each was a first-rate player, and each became a dry corpse for five seconds before and after!

Murder is more casual to him than breathing.

“Okay.” He stalled me, finally speaking Chinese, but the tone was not very pure, with a very strong Shaanxi accent, the same accent as Black Eagle, seems to be correct!

“What's ready?” I asked some strange questions.

Imzai pointed to Lin Zhenbang: “Don't you want to take him with you? Now they're all dead, so be it. ”

And then he said, "Of course, you can make any request to me, even if you kill the President of the United States, blow up the carrier fleet, or… a few more 9/11 calls. ”

Originally, Im killed everyone and left only Lin Zhenbang behind. The old spy was both frightened and scared and extremely grateful to me.

But as soon as I heard Im, my hands shivered and the glasses I was rubbing fell off.

If he's stupid enough to know, he's not American enough to ask for it! And I insisted on taking it away, and I mentioned Wu Binhuo. With the sensitivity of his decades-old spies, I immediately thought of the most terrible possibility.

But even worse, Im, he actually sees through the truth!

“I'm not as sick as you are, except killing is exploding.” I scornfully glanced at him: “I just said I was going to kill everyone, including you naturally! ”

Im set to look at me and suddenly laughed: "You can't do it. ”

“You are using the Eight Ways Immobile King's Law Front. As long as I do not attack you, you will not be able to fight back. Now I can cause any variables to be eliminated. Now you are like a spring of free extension, without pushing towards your strength, there will be no reaction. And your own strength is not my opponent, you can't do it. ”

He looked through all my cards in silence!

He's right. If he doesn't attack me, I can't borrow the mysterious power of the Ninth Tower. There's nothing I can do about it!

Surprised, Ten Yin, these unprecedented killers are not a huge threat to him.

If he is divided according to generation, he is my brother in both different doors and different ways, but by strength he is far higher than I am not a point and a half.

“Are you sure you won't attack me?” I asked backwards.

“No!” replied Im pretty sure: "Even if you do, I can carry it or run away. ”

“I know a lot of your secrets.” I laughed: “I know where your gold arms are buried...”

“I'll give you as much as you need, and if it's not enough, I can rob you anywhere.” Im saying and very relaxed as if those things were turnips planted in their vegetable garden.

“You've met Kissinger, and Gbarzan...”

“If necessary, I'll be at the funeral for all of them within a week.” Im still very relaxed, as if funerals and banquets were no different.

“I know where your Dead Spirit Bible is hidden. ”

Im picking out his thick eyelids and then saying, "Take it if you like, it doesn't make any sense to me anymore, I need endless ingredients now, not recipes. ”

“I know where your sacred objects are.” I'm afraid he can't understand what I'm referring to as a sacred object, and I added another sentence: “It was a moonlike night. ”

Im listening here, set to look at me for a long time, and all of a sudden he said, "If you're here for this thing, then I can give it up, too. It's just a chip for me, and it's just going to feed me for the next decade. If you want to take it, I can grow it myself. It'll be a lot harder. ”

Now, I really don't know what to say.

I thought using the art of dreaming to detect this information could force him to kill and kill me. I didn't expect him to be in no shock and respond in an orderly manner.

It's like he doesn't care about anything. Take whatever you want. He can satisfy you with whatever you need. What else do you threaten him with in the face of someone like that? What else do you want him to do to you?

“Anything else? If not, I'm leaving.” Im standing up and lifting a chair under my ass.

The four corners of the chair were firmly welded to the ground and filled with concrete, more than a thousand kilograms long, but in his hand it was no different than pulling a radish.

It revealed a black painted hole underneath, a long step leading straight down.

He took a few steps and asked back: "Want to join us? I have a special plane and a national passport that can safely take you anywhere in the world. ”