I am A Villain

At this time, the people in the conference hall very much hope that the military rescuers outside are now trying to break the blocked conference hall.

But no matter how you look at it, the blue fire column exuding cold light reveals a bad intention.

Remove the unlucky ghost who has died in the first blockade blast.

There are still many living people in the conference hall, including many leaders and their bodyguards.

At this time, the interior of the conference hall can be said to be divided into many groups.

In this strange and unknown situation, each country has formed a small group, and their bodyguards are standing in front of the leaders, watching the surroundings with vigilance.

"Boom"

The blue fire column pulled a round metal block approximately two meters in diameter from the ceiling of the conference hall.

The weight-bearing metal block fell from the ceiling.

And with the metal block hitting the center of the conference hall, there is a figure.

No, more than one person, followed by many black armed men wearing suspension devices descended from the breach in the ceiling of the conference hall.

The armed men were obviously not military personnel brought by leaders of any country present. Their equipment was never seen by anyone.

They came down like a group of deaths.

Everyone's helmet covers their faces, so it is impossible to tell who these people are.

The moment this wave of armed men appeared, everyone in the hall fell into a more tense state!

Obviously, these black guys are definitely not rescue teams.

"Eh? Didn't I tell you not to follow me?"

However, at this time, the first young man who jumped from the ceiling touched his head and looked at the group of fighters behind him who were much larger than him.

However, the fighters only coldly held the weapons in their hands, and did not respond to the young people's words at all.

"Oh, forget it."

The young man rolled his eyes.

He reached into his trouser pocket and touched it for a while, then pulled out a piece of rubbed white paper like a snotty tissue.

Tossed the paper and propped it away.

He began to read the above name.

"well*****"

He opened his mouth and shouted the name of the leader of a certain country.

"Where is it?"

The young man carried this piece of paper and looked around the conference hall for a week. He pointed to a middle-aged man surrounded by countless burly men: "Should this be the case?"

The middle-aged man he pointed to was still calm, but he didn't know whether it was because his heart was bigger, but he still felt that the bodyguards around him were enough to protect him.

In short, the guy was sweating coldly on his forehead the next second.

Because the young man just said that: this should be it.

After that, it was just in the blink of an eye.

The professional bodyguards in black suits around the middle-aged people lie on the ground, many of them have been "mixed" together, those arms and heads are all messed up.

The named middle-aged leader was dumbfounded.

What just happened?

He froze at once.

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And just before he came back, he had been thrown to the armed men behind by the young man with one hand.

The young man ordered lightly: "Take away."

"Then next next"

He narrowed his eyes again to the crumpled paper in his hand.

"Oh, this is famous, I know!"

After a corner of his mouth, the young man instantly solved a group of bodyguard-like characters, and then threw the target character to the armed men behind him.

After receiving the leader figure thrown over by the young man, the fighter will activate the suspension device on his body, drag the target person to rise, and leave from the hole in the ceiling above.

In less than a minute.

The young people have solved the three waves of crowds, and those bodyguards have their own weapons in their hands, but they do n’t even have the chance to shoot and resist, they are torn apart in an instant.

Young people effortlessly lifted the target characters protected by the regiment one by one from the crowd.

"I used to see you on TV news before, but I didn't expect it to be the case after meeting one day, which is quite interesting."

The young man walked through the ruins of the conference hall, carrying the crumpled torn paper.

Everyone looked at his eyes as if they were looking at a grim reaper carrying a huge sickle.

However, the young man didn't care about other people's eyes at all. What he said was not about anyone, but more like talking to himself.

Every time a world-class leader is taken away, he will scratch the name of that person with his nails.

This guy is like shopping in a supermarket with a shopping list, facing the large number of people present with impunity.

The problem is that his actions are really terrifying.

People have never seen a human being and can do what happened just now.

All things happened within a minute, but within this minute, about fifty people died.

And the death phase is extremely miserable.

It can be said to be cruel to be outrageous.

"boom!"

Someone shot at the young man.

His marksmanship is accurate.

And it was n’t just a shot, all the bullets in his pistol were polished in just a few seconds.

And each one is not short!

All bullets were accurately inserted into the young man's torso, neck, and even skull.

The yoyo young man was a little unstable under the feet when he was hit by dozens of consecutive bullets.

But after the shooter's bullets were empty, the young man with a dozen or so bullets was still standing on the spot. He just stumbled, as if he was accidentally tripped by something while walking. Did not fall.

The young man slowly turned around.

At this time, when I saw this big living person covered with single holes, the female compatriots on the scene screamed again.

Even some men do n’t control their scared heart

Because they saw that a bullet was embedded on the forehead of this person, but did not penetrate his brain, and at this time the bullet was slowly squeezed out from under the flesh, and finally fell to the ground with a sting on

"Ha ha"

Yang touched his bare head and smiled.

At this time, the No. 6 eagle standing at the edge of the position was holding a pistol with empty bullets, and looked at the sun in the center of the conference hall with incredible face.