Chapter 1984
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"I lost …" Tang Lang sighed, how could a human defeat a monster!
"Sigh, how boring, let's have another round." Han Xiao hooked his finger at Tang Lang again.
In an instant, Tang Lang stood up and cupped his fists towards Han Xiao: "Grandpa, not again!"
It seemed that Han Xiao also felt bored, his gaze fell on Ning Xi: "Are you coming?"
Ning Xi immediately shook her head like a rattle, "Great God, as you said, I am just a weak little chick, please ignore me!"
"Alright." Han Xiao sat back on the sofa, turned on the TV, and began watching cartoons.
Yes, cartoons …
When Lu Tingxiao came back from work, he was a little surprised to see that Han Xiao was also there.
Ning Xi proudly pulled Lu Tingxiao to the side and told him how she tricked Han Xiao to come over.
Lu Tingxiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry after listening.
Looking at the seemingly heartless man on the sofa, he thought that his guess was indeed correct.
Han Xiao probably already knew what might happen, and the white tiger that day was also deliberately left behind by him.
…
Late at night.
There was a strange movement outside the flower house.
The hall was very dark, Tang Lang accompanied Han Xiao to watch cartoons for the whole day, and both of them were watching with relish.
"Grandpa, someone is coming." Suddenly, Tang Lang's gaze turned cold, and he looked towards the door.
Now, this guy called him grandpa very smoothly, without any psychological barrier.
"Then why aren't you going to open the door?" Han Xiao said.
"Alright!"
Tang Lang stood up, ran forward with small steps, and opened the door.
"Welcome!"
Looking at the men in suits outside the door, Tang Lang said with a smile.
Hearing that, the killers were all stunned.
The man in the lead frowned, raised his gun and shot towards Tang Lang.
Tang Lang's reaction was also extremely fast, at the same time that the man raised his arm, he had already run away, dodging the shot.
"Grandpa, someone is not giving you face!" Tang Lang shouted towards Han Xiao who was on the sofa.
As soon as his voice fell, he looked at the sofa again, and Han Xiao had already disappeared.
"Damn, what kind of speed is that …"
Tang Lang stared at Han Xiao who was standing in front of the door, and couldn't help but shiver.
"Can this thing kill people?" Han Xiao stood in front of the men, his eyes fixed on the pitch-black muzzle.
"You're courting death!" A cold glint flashed across the man's eyes as he pulled the trigger at Han Xiao.
"Bang!"
The loud noise echoed in the building.
"What …"
The assassins looked at each other in dismay, only to see the lazy-looking man point a finger, actually moving the muzzle horizontally to the other side.
The spear-wielding man's shot didn't kill Han Xiao. Instead, he killed one of his companions in front of him.
"Kids shouldn't play with guns. Look, something happened." Han Xiao shook his head.
Just as Han Xiao opened his mouth, the others also pulled out their pistols.
"Let me have a look." Han Xiao snatched the pistol from one of the killers.
"Bang!"
Han Xiao instantly pulled the trigger and fired several shots.
Every shot landed on the thighs of the assassins.
A series of screams rang out in the pitch-black night.
"Sorry … I hit the wrong place. I'll try again."
Han Xiao raised his pistol and pulled the trigger, aiming it at the heads of these people.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
… …
After a few gunshots, the heads of these assassins were pierced, and they died on the spot.
"This time I hit the right target." Han Xiao glanced at the corpses on the ground, then threw the pistol out of the door.
"Unsightly, clean up."
Han Xiao returned to the sofa, opened a bag of chips, and watched a cartoon.
"Alright, grandpa, I'll listen to you."
Tang Lang eagerly walked forward and pulled the few corpses out.
[Jiu Jiu PS: Good night babies ~ Today's explosive update has ended ~ Muah ~ Enjoy reading ~]
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