The ace patron saint of female presidents

Su Yuanhang was a little confused. Using the little fat man's monitoring blind spot map, he searched around a dozen or so villas marked by the little fat man as questionable, but found no sign of Pan An.

After a pass analysis, he finally chose the villa where the target transfer car was located to guard.

There is no way, after much deliberation, this is the only place where Pan An deserves to do something.If Pan An can't even squat here, Su Yuanhang has nothing to do.

At this time, Pan An, who had already sneaked into the villa, was stuck at the corner of the second floor, with a bewildered smile on his face, listening to the conversation between the two guys who looked like good friends in the living room downstairs. ...

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Sickle finished his fast food, crumpled up the spoon box, and threw it into the trash, then took a bottle of Coke from the refrigerator, and took a big gulp.

"Ha - it's comfortable! It's better to have a cold drink. I don't know what the flower growers are thinking in their minds. They think that hot water can cure all diseases."

The commander thought for a while, and Zhenger Bajing responded: "It may be the doctor's reason! Our hospital over there directly distributes ice cream to the children who see the doctor, and this is to tell the parents to go back and drink more hot water for the children!"

"Really?" Scythe looked at his good friend with an expression of disbelief.

"I immigrated with my family when I was more than ten years old. Have you forgotten?" The commander said with a wry smile: "The first time I had a fever in Yingguo, when I went to the hospital, the doctor asked the nurse to give me an ice cream, and I didn't dare to take it at the time." , My mother was also dumbfounded."

"Well, maybe the cultural traditions are different!" Sickle shrugged, and directly skipped the lack of vision that made him look like a country bumpkin: "What are you going to do next? What can I do for you? After all For the second cooperation, I don't want you to be out early, that would be too boring."

"I haven't made up my mind yet! If I proceed from my original intention, I still want to get rid of Pang Xiaoya first. A rebellious Guo Xiaotian is obviously not enough to make the devil's green forest mess up, and there is no way for those boss-level snakes to realize that, What does it mean that those who follow me prosper and those who oppose me perish."

While thinking about it, the commander explained: "If things can be done, and we can secretly win over a few bosses and reach a tacit understanding with other bosses, the adverse effects caused by the previous loss can almost be justified. I'm going to be in a hurry for a while, so we shouldn't be needed."

"It's not easy to kill that woman now!"

Scythe frowned slightly and commented: "If there is no first threat, if I want to kill her, I can do it by myself as long as I seize the opportunity. But now, if I want to achieve the same effect, at least two or three killers are needed." , and at least the cooperation of the mercenary team can be guaranteed."

"Guarantees are not enough!" The commander knew very well that he had no way out, and if he failed again, resulting in the loss of soldiers and generals, it would be his doom.

So at this critical moment, breaking the boat has become an inevitable choice.

I saw him staring at the sickle, and said very sincerely: "You know, I can't afford to lose!"

"It seems to be true!" The scythe scratched his cheek, pondered over it carefully, and finally came up with a solution: "Otherwise, it's better, I will arrange the killers who came with me this time, and the five servants Let us have two...three soldiers, and then I will choose a place with good geomantic omens and kill her directly."

The commander laughed and said, "How can three be enough? Use all five, so as not to overturn the boat in the gutter."

"Is it so ruthless?" Sickle was shocked.

"I just don't want to lose!"

Just as the commander finished speaking, a stranger's voice suddenly came from the stairwell: "It's a pity that the issue you have to consider now is not losing or winning, but life and death."

The expressions of the two of them changed drastically, and they looked towards Pan An in unison.

Among them, the sickle immediately shook out the thin knife in the cuff, while the commander directly took out a brand new M1911 in defense.

But before he could successfully turn the gun around, a blue vase with the sound of howling wind came flying towards him. Coincidentally, it hit his wrist, and directly sent the M1911 flying to the ground, throwing it more than ten feet away. Far.

Not only that, but the heavy blow on the wrist caused the leader to stagger, and passively turned 180 degrees, so that he didn't fall directly to the ground.

It's just that at this moment, he tried his best to adjust his center of gravity and barely let him fall. He didn't realize that falling to the ground is actually a better choice sometimes.

At least that way, he would be able to pick up the pistol that was blown up...

The vase was picked up by Pan Anshun. It was originally intended to be used to smash Junior Brother Jiandao, but just before he shot it, he saw another guy. The person in charge of the Tiandao League who sneaked into the Demon Capital this time seemed to draw his gun, so he adjusted the target .

However, his subsequent key target was still the sickle.

After throwing out the vase, Pan An didn't pay attention to the harvest at all. He was like a tiger on the mountain. In the blink of an eye, he crossed the distance of five or six meters and kicked directly to the sickle's chest.

The scythe with a tense face was not a character to be reconciled with. After seeing this, his pupils couldn't help shrinking violently. He didn't even have time to pay attention to his companions, so he couldn't wait to get down and hit the iron bridge.

After hastily dodging Pan An's flying kick, he didn't intend to get up, and he didn't intend to turn around in a hurry. He put away the tension in his waist and lay on the ground, rolling to the side for more than two meters.

If it was a different opponent, Sickle would definitely not adopt this kind of distance-distance countermeasure, but instead would follow the trend and launch a very violent melee fight.

But the speed that Pan An showed just now, as well as the strength mixed in it, made him instantly understand how terrifying this opponent was.

A layman may not be able to see it, but as a Lianjiazi, how could Sickle not understand that speed is not agility at all, but a display of such powerful strength?
No, after opening the distance, he hurriedly got up, and heard a loud sound of wood breaking mixed with leather tearing behind him.

He turned his head and saw that it was Pan An who had kicked the ground with his feet, and directly crushed the single sofa, which weighed no more than two hundred catties, to pieces, no less than the result of a sixty-yard impact from a car.

If this kick landed on him, to put it bluntly, it would instantly make him lose all resistance.

This idea just came to Sickle's mind, and it immediately made him tremble all over. While he was secretly lucky, his back was dripping with cold sweat.

With such a terrifying opponent, Sickle subconsciously wanted to run away with oil on his feet, and he didn't have the courage to fight back at all.

But he also understands that when encountering such a fierce person, he can only survive if he fights back desperately, otherwise he will never have any chance to escape.

In this short moment, Sickle's thoughts were flooding, his face became cloudy and uncertain, and finally he was frozen in a state of madness, and he turned around brazenly...