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"Otherwise, what else do you want?" K's tone was rather disapproving.

But for Han Xiaodong, this really made him a little dazed, thinking that when he was playing against the colonel, if Lin Jie hadn't been there, he would never have been able to get out of the colonel's grasp alive no matter what.

Looking at the present, Bierhoff Jr.'s base is actually not much worse than the colonel's configuration at that time, but it is not so exaggerated in terms of artifacts.

But with those messy advanced weapons, and the extra points for a team of mutants who are many times stronger than the colonel at that time, the strength of this base is no worse than that of the colonel at that time.Leaving aside the Colonel's factor, if they had encountered a team of mutants of today's size, no matter how powerful Lin Jie was, he would have just given away his head if he went there.

From this point of view, it is not without basis that Bierhoff Jr. dared to boast that he is better than the colonel.

It's just that he is better at team battles, while the colonel is better at individual soldiers, which makes the comparability of the two very poor.

However, Han Xiaodong's personal strength has improved rapidly in the past two years, and his growth is far from what Fang Zhou could have expected. Therefore, when the two sides compared each other, Bierhoff Jr. naturally made a serious misjudgment, and finally ended up with an entire army. result of overwhelm.

After solving the trap like a ghost hitting a wall in front of him, Han Xiaodong strode to the door of the office where the flag was hanging.

With a snap of his fingers, the flag burst into flames. This scene was a bit like a cutscene in the game. This feeling also made him inexplicably excited to clear the game.

When the flag turned to ashes, Han Xiaodong reached out and opened the door in front of him.

All I could see was a tall figure standing in front of the window at the far end of the room. Although he heard the sound of the door being pushed open behind him, he didn't move.

Even if you can't see his expression, you can still feel his concentration, looking at the training ground in front of the window intently, looking very lonely.

"Hello, Mr. Bierhoff Jr., we meet again."

Han Xiaodong walked into the room, closed the door without waiting for Bierhoff to look back, and sat down on the large swivel chair behind the desk.

Little Bierhoff turned around slowly, without any emotion in his eyes, as if he knew all this would happen.

Han Xiaodong leaned back, nestled comfortably in the chair, pointed to a button on the swivel chair, and his body followed the swivel chair to turn automatically.

With the rotation of the chair, Han Xiaodong silently sighed in his heart that being rich is self-willed. This chair rotates very stably, neither fast nor slow, giving people a very comfortable feeling.

"If you like, I can give this to you." Little Bierhoff finally said lightly when he saw that Han Xiaodong was happy.

"Forget it, I can't sit up." Han Xiaodong pressed the button again, and the swivel chair stopped: "If you put another three to five kilograms of explosives under this butt pad, and turn me into a monkey, Then I'm not wronged."

Han Xiaodong's words meant something, he satirized exactly what Bierhoff Jr. planted a bomb under his car back then.

For this reason, he deliberately went through the claim procedure of the car rental company. Up to now, he still clearly remembers the wonderful expression of the claim adjuster when he saw the car that was blown into tatters.

Of course, if the claims adjuster hadn't looked at him with the expression of scrutinizing a bad guy, Han Xiaodong felt that he might not be so unhappy.

"Mr. Han, what about the conditions we agreed on? You won't come back empty-handed, will you?" Little Bierhoff seemed to have not heard Han Xiaodong's teasing.He continued to talk about him on his own, which was the so-called quid pro quo between him and Han Xiaodong—he was asking Han Xiaodong for old Bierhoff.

"I've seen shameless people before, but it's the first time I've seen someone as shameless as you." Han Xiaodong looked at little Bierhoff with disgust.

In the end, I still couldn't hold back, and gave him a middle finger: "If it wasn't for your father's sake, I would definitely tear you apart today. It's a pity, you are his son after all, and he has no way to teach him. I can only send you to him to deal with, or I will at least give you a hard beating today."

Han Xiaodong wantonly harmed the manager of the Ark who thought he was a high-ranking and powerful man in front of him. He really didn't know where this guy got his self-confidence. Guy, gnawed so much that there is not even a scum left?

Even a "Superman" like Han Xiaodong, who has made rapid progress and has extraordinary abilities, can only hate Fang Zhou if he has nothing to do.Really hate the Creator, but always eat turtles.

It's just that Fang Zhou, a group of stupid and extremely self-righteous guys who have dealt with aliens for so long, don't know how to avoid danger, and rush to give them to them. It was so stupid that in order to kill his own father, he actually devoted himself to his wife-killing enemy.

Therefore, when Han Xiaodong talked to him, he didn't hold back any morals.

Bierhoff Jr. is in his thirties, and it was quite a humiliation for him to be told by a young man in his 20s that he wanted to hit the board.

However, what Han Xiaodong didn't expect was that he said in a very calm tone without changing his face: "So, you haven't fulfilled the agreement? Then the conditions we agreed will be invalid."

Unexpectedly, this person's face was really thicker than the city wall, and he didn't see any emotion from the little Bierhoff, which made Han Xiaodong feel powerless when he punched the cotton.

He couldn't help snorting coldly. To be honest, he really didn't pay attention to this pretentious guy at this time. He originally planned to use force to solve the problem. The reason why he said so much was just to say something that was plotted Bad breath.

However, it seemed that the little Bierhoff in front of him didn't take him seriously, which was extremely hateful. If he didn't deal with him properly, Han Xiaodong felt that it would be hard to get rid of his hatred.

Anyway, if he doesn't kill people, he will teach his son for old Bierhoff!Thinking of this, Han Xiaodong shook his hand slightly, and the three silver needles shot out like lightning.

The size of the silver needles is very small, and Han Xiaodong's movements are almost invisible, so the three silver needles pierced into the opponent's body in an extremely concealed manner.

However, after the silver needle hit the target, Han Xiaodong couldn't help being taken aback.

Seeing Bierhoff, who seemed to be unaffected in any way, still put on a superior attitude and looked at him indifferently, his nerves suddenly tensed up.

impossible!This was the first thought in Han Xiaodong's mind. However, the reality was such a slap in the face. Bierhoff Jr. stood in front of him as if nothing had happened.

"Asshole! Playing with me!"

Han Xiaodong cursed inwardly, just as he was about to strengthen his defense, he heard a gunshot behind him.

Fortunately, with previous lessons learned, Han Xiaodong was well prepared and did not choose to be tough like the first time.

At the same time as the gunshot, he rolled on the spot, and a bullet almost grazed his scalp.

Although Han Xiaodong was very embarrassed, he managed to escape the deadly sneak attack.

The bullet missed Han Xiaodong, but because of his evasion, it directly hit the "Little Bierhoff" on the opposite side.

Hearing a bang, the head of "Little Bierhoff" was instantly exploded by the bullet, and the bright red blood and the milky white brain were splashed everywhere.

Looking at the red, red, white, and white splashes all over the room, Han Xiaodong was only thankful that he "rolled" faster, and the liquid produced by the explosion of his head was not splashed on his body.

However, he was still taken aback by this sudden situation!
Looking at the battered head, Han Xiaodong's heart jumped wildly: "This guy actually has a substitute?! How much does it cost!"

The little Bierhoff in front of him was actually a double, but it was made with flesh and blood. It was much more refined than the doubles he usually summoned in a hurry. It was obviously a simulated robot made by a senior craftsman.

Thinking of the fluency of the robot's conversation with him just now, Han Xiaodong couldn't help being a little shocked by the Ark technology.

But under the current situation, he can only sigh for a while, because after that gunshot, the gunshots behind him rang out continuously like a string of cannonballs.

These bullets are so powerful that they can even break shields. Even Han Xiaodong didn't dare to neglect him. He was chased all the way like a monkey, jumping up and down, dodging and rolling, and was not caught until the fifth shot. Seeing the opportunity, he hid behind the safe in the office.

Finally able to settle down, Han Xiaodong looked at the messy office, and couldn't help cursing in his heart:

"Bastard, you're playing dirty! See if I don't beat him to death later!"

"It's not the first time. There's nothing to make a fuss about. Even if it's strange, you can only blame yourself for being too arrogant." K's indifferent voice sounded again.

Being ridiculed at this time made Han Xiaodong very depressed. Thinking about it, he just felt that he had the chance to win. He gave Bierhoff a chance. If he hadn't fired the silver needle on a whim, he might have died Bye.

The gunfire stopped for a while, but that didn't mean the room was safe. Han Xiaodong turned on the low-light mirror and looked at the situation on the other side through the thick safe.

Sure enough, the real little Bierhoff was holding a pistol and pointing at his hiding place at the moment, but he himself was slowly backing away, as if he wanted to take the opportunity to leave the office.

"Play with me this way, you are still young." With a sneer in his heart, Han Xiaodong quickly adjusted the perspective distance of the micro-light mirror.

The moment Bierhoff Jr. exited the room and closed the door, he suddenly jumped out from behind the desk, took out the pistol he had seized from Demps, and fired a shot at the door.

The bullet passed through the door effortlessly, and a muffled groan came from outside the door immediately.

With the perspective effect of the low-light mirror, Han Xiaodong clearly saw a stream of blood, like a fountain, rushing out of the wound on Bierhoff's chest.