The son-in-law of the stunning president

Now Liu Duowen's body is tense.

He couldn't be mistaken, for corpses, their group of decapitated masters was very familiar with them, almost no worse than the embalmers.

"Call someone in, this thing is not human! At least not a living person!"

Liu Duowen's voice was full of fear, and he kept backing away. His nervous appearance also made Long Jingyu nervous along with him.

He slapped a decorative figurine on one wall, which was the alarm in their villa.

There will be no annoying beeps, but it can immediately notify the villa bodyguards who are always on call to come.

At the same time, Long Jingyu didn't really believe that the person standing in front of him was really a dead person. How could a dead person move?

However, he also realized that something was wrong with this person. He hadn't said a word since he came in, and he obviously didn't come from the right way.

"Hey, kid, raise your head and take off your hat! Quick!" Long Jingyu scolded the man angrily. He was quite confident, after all, he was a warrior, and the other party didn't have any fluctuations in vitality.

Probably just an ordinary assassin.

Long Jingyu has experienced many such things. After all, their Long family has done a lot of immoral things, and there are many people who want his life.

It's not surprising that a few people come to him occasionally.

The visitor finally made a move, he slowly reached out and took off his hat, revealing an indescribably strange face.

It was really a dead face, the eyes and eyeballs had been vitrified, the skin was pale, without a trace of blood.

Just maintaining an expression that could be called frightened, he looked at Long Jingyu distorted.

Long Jingyu had to admit that he was really frightened, with such a face, even if he was ruthless, he would still be shocked.

But after all, he is the young master of the Long family. As a black. Dao giant, he can be regarded as someone he has met. After all, he is much more courageous than ordinary people.

Long Jingyu quickly replied with a calm sneer: "Wearing such a ridiculous mask, and using some makeup skills to pretend to be dead to scare me? When I tear your hands and feet apart, I want to see you from feigning death What kind of expression will a person make when he becomes a real dead person!"

Hearing what he said, Liu Duowen also calmed down.

Yes, this is probably just the effect of superb makeup skills, the resurrection of the dead?Don't be kidding, none of their head-down masters have such evil methods.

At this moment, the door was pushed open again, and five bodyguards with big arms and pistols rushed in from the outside.

These five burly men rushed in together, and immediately became more popular, dispelling Liu Duowen's fear more and more.

People are like this, only one person is prone to paranoid fear, but once there are enough people, then there is nothing to be afraid of.

The person leading the entrance was that Uncle Wang, holding a pistol, releasing the aura of a sturdy ninth-rank martial artist.

He is only one step away from a general, and he is an absolute master.

Not to mention that the bodyguards were holding military firearms with extremely strong penetrating power. If they hit this thing, ordinary warriors at the martial artist level would not be able to handle it.

Five people and five guns aimed at the hideous guy who looked like a dead man with a very tacit understanding.

They are used to cooperating, and they have an incomparable tacit understanding. The shooting angles cross each other, and there is no dead angle at all.

Uncle Wang looked at the man and scolded angrily: "What is pretending to be a ghost? Who is it to scare? Lao Tzu are all people who lick blood with knives. They are afraid of you? Eh? Why, how could it be you? You are Wang Guangping? Are you still not dead?"

Long Jingyu heard Uncle Wang speak strangely, and couldn't help asking, "Who is Wang Guangping?"

Uncle Long was really breaking out in a cold sweat, and his voice seemed a little dry.

"Master, the gambler hired to kill Yao Momo today is him, Wang Guangping."

Long Jingyu was stunned: "What? Didn't you kill him?"

Uncle Wang's voice trembled more and more. The room where Long Jingyu and Liu Duowen were having a secret conversation was not turned on.

Although the light from outside could seep in from the window, it was still quite dark after all.

His eyes were not so sharp when he first entered the room, but now his eyes have adapted to the dark environment and become sharper.

But it was precisely because he could see clearly that Uncle Wang really started to fear.

He saw the sunken mark on the back of Wang Guangping's head.

Yes, that was Wang Guangping's fatal injury, which was left by him himself. At that time, he directly smashed the back of Wang Guangping's skull, allowing the broken bone to be directly inserted into his brainstem.

Died on the spot, 100% died on the spot!

Moreover, Uncle Wang would not mistake his unique technique for the scars. This Wang Guangping, the injury on the back of his head was definitely caused by himself.

It can't be the effect of imitation or makeup, this, this, this is really a dead person!
Seeing Uncle Wang's expression, Long Jingyu immediately realized that something was wrong, and sternly shouted: "Shoot, what are you doing in a daze, kill him! Regardless of whether he is a human or a ghost, I will kill him a second time!" !"

"Bang bang bang..." Suddenly the sound of guns firing rang out. In order to ensure that the power of the guns would not drop, they didn't even install the silencers.

The gunshots resounded through the entire villa, and the people who were still teasing each other panicked. The smarter ones got under the table, while the duller ones were still looking around, looking for the source of the gunshots.

In the room, Uncle Wang and the other five bodyguards were all stunned.

Wang Guangping, who should have died a long time ago, is still standing in front of them and has not fallen down, but his chest, heart, neck artery, and even his head have been shot.

Now blood was flowing out, even Wang Guangping's front face was shattered, one eyeball was blown out, and brain matter flowed out from the wound.

How could he still be standing in such a situation?

This is not something that can be explained by makeup at all.

Uncle Wang and the other bodyguards were already cold. After firing a magazine, they completely forgot about their professionalism and even forgot to change the bullets.

"Still... still... my life..." Wang Guangping made a strange voice that made people feel cold all over, and unexpectedly raised his foot and walked towards them.

"Fuck!" Long Jingyu cursed in a low voice, and pushed Uncle Wang: "You block him!"

Turn around and run away after speaking, what, are you kidding, he is a warrior, but warriors can't fight ghosts, the profession is not right, that's what a Taoist priest should do.

However, the door seemed to be blocked by some strange force, no matter how long Jingyu pulled and pushed, he still couldn't open it.

This, isn't this a hell?He is a majestic martial artist, but he was blocked by just breaking a door?