Phantom Master of the Elf

Chapter 331

"Ran Bing, Dad, we can't wait for this auction." Han Hao panted heavily, with a little panic in his eyes.

"What's the matter? Xiao Han, don't worry, just speak slowly."

"This matter can't be slowed down. If you slow down, you will die." Han Hao glanced at Guo Feiyu who was staring at the auction item on the other side, and kicked him hard. "Look at the hammer, and then you will die."

Guo Feiyu waved his hand, "No, don't make trouble, Lao Han, have we seen this thing before?"

"You don't know what you've seen or not. Under the opera house... Wo, shit!"

The auction item placed right in front of the organ was hung on the neck of a half-length headless dummy. The golden drop-shaped pendant was obviously artificially carved. The surface of the pendant was cut into countless sections, which came to life under the lights of the stage. Brighten.

"Gem pendant, Golden Thunder, starting price, $6000 million!"

I give you 6000 million ghosts!

unlucky!

Han Hao cursed in his heart.

How could he know this thing?

It's almost unrecognizable when it's changed shape.

The introduction to manipulating the berserk elves in the Hangzhou riots is a giant tree seed that will be snapped up by elves anywhere. Of course, there is no danger in the form of the seeds. The danger is when the seeds fall to the ground...

"This auction item is quite special. It is a treasure that Mr. Eric likes very much. If the person who photographed this treasure is a lady, Mr. Eric hopes to take a photo with her on the stage. If the person who photographed this treasure is If conditions permit, Mr. Eric and hope to appear on the stage with the upcoming man." The voice of the host of the auction was cadenced, which perfectly mobilized the emotions in the venue.

The big guy who suddenly emerged from the collection world, the first auction can be chosen in a place like the Sydney Opera House, and the auctioned items are all world-class treasures. Everyone will be full of curiosity about this "Eric", Among them is the Speaker of the Door who is sitting under the stage.

"9000 million." Chairman Gate raised the sign in his hand.

"9500 million." The chairman of the door raised the price by 3000 million, and the one who offered 9500 million was a man sitting in the back. He instructed to make a symbolic payment to see if the other party had the determination to win.

"2000 million!" In less than two seconds, Chairman Gate raised the sign in his hand for the second time.

The man behind did not continue to increase the price. No matter from that perspective, spending [-] million to buy a necklace is too expensive.

Speaker Mun walked onto the stage. She was wearing a wine-red evening dress with a high slit on her lower body and a small black bag in her hand. She looked like a young and promising career-oriented lady.

The old man in a wheelchair was pushed out from behind the pipe organ. Everyone turned their attention to the wheelchair that suddenly appeared. The host also respectfully handed him the microphone.

The old man took the microphone, cleared his throat, and then coughed a few times, giving people a feeling that he could be buried in the ground at any time.

"Hi everyone, I'm Eric......Many of you may not know me, but you should know me by now, sorry, I'm not a big man in the collection industry, but I'm in a wheelchair It's just a bad old man..."

Older people are familiar with self-pity.

No matter what this guy will say next, Han Hao doesn't intend to continue to listen to this guy's bb.

Zoroya separated three phantoms.

Han Hao wasn't sure if he would act in advance if he found someone leaving the group of guys hiding in the dark, so to be on the safe side, it's better to use hallucinations to disguise.

He does not have the Madonna to take all the people away. Even if he tells the people in the field that the floor is empty, no one will believe it. There should be a solid foundation and a few small performance halls under the floor, and then go down It's the sea, and now the problem is the pedestal under the floor.

This is no longer the familiar Sydney Opera House.

.....

......

"Ningde, put your M82A1 together."

"Ah?" Ning De didn't react for a while.

"Stop talking so much nonsense, just fight if you tell me to fight!"

The sudden serious tone made Ningde open the box extremely quickly.

The splicing process is smooth and smooth. For an old killer, this is a process that has formed muscle memory. Even if you are blindfolded, you will never make mistakes.

"I'm fine." Ning De said.

"Did those two people on the stage see it?"

Gong Yangjie's voice came from the headset, "Wait a minute, old Duan, what are you doing?!"

Duan Chenyang directly pressed the earphones to death.

"Get rid of that wheelchair pusher."

"What? No, Duan Chu..."

"I'm not mistaken, that's the team leader, trust me."

The relationship between the two was originally a superior-subordinate relationship, but Duan Chenyang seldom used the tone of a superior to Ning De. After a long time, many people would forget the relationship between the two people, thinking that they were just friends and colleagues at the same level.

But in fact.....

Ningde never forgot his identity.

Even when he got to the operation, he always regarded himself as a killer, and never forgot that Duan Chenyang was his superior.

There was no hesitation when pulling the trigger.

The bullet was ejected, and the strong recoil shook Ningde's upper body slightly. With his physical fitness, it was extremely easy to complete the burst shooting of the M82A1 in a standing posture. Ningde looked at the "team leader" behind the wheelchair in the scope and saw that he was directly torn in half by a large-caliber bullet. The blood stained the boxwood floor, making the golden organ stand out against the backdrop.

Several people in the front row, including Han Hao who was halfway running, looked at the two-parted corpse on the stage, their pupils dilated, and their heads were in a momentary shutdown state.

Countless people in the field took out the pistols at their waists and aimed them in Ningde's direction.

I don't know who yelled first, and the crowd immediately panicked.

The old man in the wheelchair was clutching his chest as if he had a heart attack. The death of the old butler behind him seemed to have greatly stimulated his spirit. Originally, he wanted to hang the "Golden Thunder" on the lady's body with his own hands. neck, but because of a sudden accident... the pendant inevitably slipped from his hand.

"unlucky!"

Thunder seeds grow into trees when they fall to the ground. Han Hao has witnessed this with his own eyes when he was underground in Hangcheng.

The already riddled base was regarded as rooted by the seeds. Suddenly, there were strange screams of "chi-chi" from the eight entrances and exits of the concert hall, and blue-purple creatures broke through the floor. They carried lightning on their bodies, almost crazy. Go toward the ancient tree.

"I should have thought of it earlier!" Guo Feiyu slapped himself, "Thunder Seed! Big Mouth Bat! md!"

Han Hao took out the five elf balls around his waist, "Do you know that you are slow to react?! I told you earlier that you wouldn't listen?! Don't think about going out, let's fly out!"

The door speaker and host standing on the stage became the first victims...

(ps: Ask for a ticket, brothers~)

(End of this chapter)