The ace patron saint of female presidents

The night is getting deeper.

The streets outside the apartment-style villa complex tended to be quiet, and it took a long time for sporadic vehicles to pass by, and even the street lights seemed to become bleak.

At some point, not many lights were still on in the dozens of villas in the community.

Suddenly, an unremarkable car slowly approached the gate.

The sleepy-eyed bald man in the guard room glanced up, just like the previous cars, he couldn't see the drivers inside clearly through the lights, and he couldn't help but secretly smacked the vigilance of these people.

With an impatient expression on his face, he turned his head and looked at the license plate detector. After confirming that it was correct, he stretched out his hand and pressed the button to open the door, allowing the car to pass.

The bald man, who had already lost half of his sleepiness after watching the car disappear from his field of vision, raised his hand to touch his bald head, and muttered, "The fifth car, hurry up and do it?"

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In the spacious living room of Ma Xiaoming's living villa, Ma Xiaoming, who was sitting in the main seat, kept his head down, playing small games on his mobile phone.

It has been like this ever since the first person knocked on the door, without raising his head again, it has lasted for a full hour and a half.

On the contrary, the visitors who entered the house one after another were more lively than him. It was already the third time someone went to the refrigerator to get drinks.Which one is the quietest, also changed two footholds.

Moreover, since these guys entered the door, their eyes have never rested, and they are always going around on several other people.

Of course, this kind of scrutiny is necessary, at least they have confirmed that most of the people in the room are their own peers.

This result is the fundamental reason why they are not in a hurry during this long wait.

After all, no one wants to lose to their peers in the cultivation of qi, it will appear that they are not calm enough.

Who doesn't know that the most important thing in eating this bowl of rice is not the momentary high energy of the fatal strike, but the long wait before the opportunity to launch the fatal strike appears?
The only thing they couldn't see through was the man sitting cross-legged on the corner of the stairs watching the live broadcast.

It was this handsome man who looked enviable at first glance, but every time he was brought into view, he would look back keenly.

This is obviously a situation that can make people think carefully and fear, but it forcibly gave them the illusion of being like a spring breeze, so that no one dared to make a mistake easily, and they stayed away from it. The man is out of his field of vision.

It's just that they may never have imagined in their dreams that this is the result of Pan Angui's pursuit of the position.Otherwise, if these guys were to hide in the corners, he would have to keep looking for the shooting world!
Such a weird atmosphere was broken by a knock on the door not long after...

Just among the top [-] killers on the black list, they subconsciously turned their gazes to the door, only to see the face of the person who came in. In that instant, a hole was cut in the forehead of the person, and the sound of "chirp" was heard endlessly.

All the killers were stunned for a moment, and the burning sensation of tearing was raging on them.

Columns of blood sprayed wantonly into the air.The painful muffled groans just started, and before they could turn into angry cries, they lost their follow-up power.

Killers with eyes full of reluctance, faces full of shock or disbelief, lost their sense of balance and fell heavily to the ground.

The shattering sound of glassware, the crisp beating sound of metal bullet casings on the marble floor, mixed with the pervasive smell of blood and gunfire, performed a joyous song called death.

Ma Xiaoming immediately hugged his head, shivering and curled up at the foot of the sofa, slandering him endlessly.

Can you believe it?In this ambush, he was actually the only one among the targets.He didn't know when his own people would do it.

He swears in his heart that the next time he faces those mercenaries, he will never play the role of Mr. Jiang who is sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai again, and he will love whomever he loves!

Fortunately, this fast rush, which was almost like a random gun, ended very suddenly just like the beginning.

When Ma Xiaoming heard Pan An's words of "finish work", Haoxuan didn't have tears in his eyes, as if he had walked through the gate of hell, only to realize that his underwear had already been soaked in cold sweat...

Accompanied by Chen Jingyi, Pang Xiaoya quickly rushed out from a room on the second floor, leaning on the railing to examine the results of the battle downstairs.

As far as the eyes could see, the killers fell into a pool of blood before they had time to draw out their weapons, turning into corpses one after another.

At this time, Pan An greeted with a look of disgust: "Don't look, there are all dead people below, you are a woman, why do you look so enthusiastically? What's so interesting? Get someone to clean up quickly..."

Chen Jingyi wiped his sweat secretly, took over the task with a wink, and began to call those friends who were hiding in other rooms to come out and tidy up.

Pang Xiaoya didn't need to bother with these miscellaneous things, and with a bit of a temper, she stepped on half-high high heels and came to Pan An's side to criticize, "Where is that Ma Xiaoming? You won't just blow him up, right?"

"He likes to lie on his stomach, how can I not allow it? Let him continue to lie on his stomach and return to his soul, anyway, you have to clean up for a while!" While speaking, Pan An didn't know how to wipe off the fingerprints on the two pistols, and put them together. This woman was exchanged.

Pang Xiaoya picked it up very naturally, without any sense of unfamiliarity, just like picking up a briefcase or coat from a man returning home from get off work.

Thanks to Pan An, when he handed it over, he subconsciously adjusted the muzzle of the gun, otherwise he might be scalded right now.

She greeted Chen Jingyi and said, "Xiaoyi, bring two more pistols..."

"No. We don't need to do the next thing by ourselves." Pan An waved his hand and was about to go downstairs.

"Huh?" Pang Xiaoya was taken aback when she heard the words, and then hurriedly chased after her: "What do you mean?"

She couldn't figure it out, so many arrangements hadn't been used before, so why didn't everyone have anything to do next.Co-author, are those all just a joke?
"The mercenaries in groups are different from killers. These killers have received a pending task. When there is no new task, they are in a state of repair. But after the mercenaries leave the company in groups, they will contact the employer The moment the hands are connected to the head, they are in a state of combat readiness. Even if the method of eliminating one by one is adopted, it is hard to say who will die more. What's more, after a fight, how can the dilapidated scene be used? Come for the second round?"

Pan An used an almost outsider's tone, pointing out the fact that the two sides did not have the same qualifications to fight, and the huge loophole in Ma Xiaoming's plan, which immediately made Pang Xiaoya stunned.

At the end, Pan An said sharply, "Our goal is to eliminate these five mercenary teams, and we can't do anything that will lead to the failure of this goal, even if it will make you feel very embarrassing."

As soon as these words came out, Pang Xiaoya, who was still a little unconvinced and wanted to give it a try, was completely speechless.

After a while, she collected her mentality and chased after him again: "Then what should we do next?"