The Richest Man in the World of Film and Television

So that I can see who is so good at mesmerizing an old, immobile old man like you, and maybe I'll give her some more work as a reward."

"Haha", the four subordinates of Rislavi in ​​the office burst into laughter.

McCall looked at the long-haired thug and Slavi's face full of indifference, indifference, and sarcasm with a dark face, feeling disgusted and irritable for no reason.

But thinking of the hidden dangers of doing it in a place with a large crowd like a restaurant, he deliberately said: "Maybe I can pay for Alina, cash, how about it?"

"Haha", Slavi sneered, "You are humiliating me, you know, even if she is killed, I will not buy our polar bear beauty to you Americans."

"Also look at what kind of junk you're wearing, I don't think you have that much money to buy Alina, she's underage, you American guys have a lot of perverts who like her and are willing to pay a lot of money for her For one night, she is a cash cow, and it will last forever."

Slavi, who stared into McCall's eyes, didn't see the anger and fear that ordinary people should have. Instead, he saw calmness and indifference.

While this made him unhappy, he became vigilant in his heart, and the eyes he looked at McCall gradually became fierce, deliberately provoking McCall with words,

"Even an old man like you wants to buy Alina. It seems that she is really rich. Hey, I plan to sell her to an underground auction house as a virgin. Do you know how much I can sell for?"

Underage, sell, these two words made McCall's desire to kill everyone in front of him no longer bearable,

I even feel that every breath these people take is a pollution to the world,

Going to hell is the most suitable ending for these scumbags. If there is a soul, McCall will definitely tear the souls of these people with his own hands.

But he is not a rookie, once he decided to do it, the excitement in his mind made him more sober.

Thinking that he was standing in the middle of the office now, and the gunman who threatened him the most was five or six meters behind him.

After thinking about this clearly, McCall restrained his momentum, blinked his eyes, showed fear on his face, and dared not speak out, and looked at Slavi with averted eyes.

This made Slavi, who had been staring at McCall, very satisfied, and he was relieved. Slavey, who was confused by McCall's honest face, soon lost interest and continued to play the submissive poor ghost with no cash in front of him. old man,

"Go away, it's a waste of my time and life talking to you balls."

McCall nodded calmly, and retreated to the gate under the ridicule of the five scumbags. He couldn't hold back the idea of ​​killing them anymore. If he didn't kill the five scumbags here, he would not want to live comfortably in the future.

Chapter 291. Chapter 290 can kill people with ease

Open the door, then close it, and open and close the door twice in a row to attract the attention of the 5 scumbags in the room, especially the gunman closest to the door.

McCall stood quietly behind the door, carefully observing the sharp weapons in the room and the possible walking and shooting routes of the five scumbags.

Silently thinking about the order and time of shots, he muttered "16 seconds" and walked slowly towards Slavi.

The thug who was sitting on the sofa by the door with a gun immediately got up and walked behind McCall.

McCall turned around sharply, grabbed his right hand, and punched him on the nose.

After twisting and clasping the hand holding the gun, the thug pulled it upwards, and with a "click", the thug's right arm was dislocated by McCall.

The bridge of the nose was broken, the arm was dislocated, and the thug immediately howled in pain.

Regardless of the half-baked thugs under his command, he grabbed the Glock 17 equipped with a silencer and shot the panic-stricken Slavi in ​​the head, "Whew."

Being pointed at by a gun, Slavi reacted quickly, but the time left for him could only make him half stand up, and subconsciously raised his palms to block his head. This subconscious action temporarily saved him.

McCall's shot aimed at the head hit Slaoui's palm and penetrated the artery in his neck. With a "plop", Slaoui immediately fell to the ground and couldn't move.

After the shot was fired, just as he was about to turn the gun, Glock was knocked out by the dislocated thug who reflected it.

The gun was gone, and McCall turned around and picked up the small wine glass in front of him and poked it violently into the gunman's eyes. The eyeballs burst, and the painful gunman immediately lost his ability to move and fell to the ground.

Two men were killed before the other three reacted, and the thug who was closest to McCall, wearing a gold chain, stabbed with a dagger.

McCall, who had been prepared for a long time, let the stabbing dagger go sideways. When the stabbing force was exhausted, McCall grabbed the dagger with his right hand and hit his wrist, and patted his elbow with his left hand. into the master's heart.

After stabbing the knife, McCall let go of the dagger with his right hand, raised his right arm and turned around to block the fist that the man in the vest swung towards him. With his left hand, he pulled out the dagger that was stabbed in the heart of the man with the dagger, and pointed the knife at the man in the vest. Slit his trachea and carotid artery,

The left foot kicked the vest man's leg, and the right hand grabbed the vest man's head and slammed into the corner of the table. The neck of the vest man who lost his balance was immediately broken, and he lay on the ground in soft mud. This is the first Thugs who die instantly.

The dagger man who was stabbed in the heart hadn't finished howling, McCall stabbed him in the neck, and the dagger went straight into his neck,

His experience as an agent in the past made him merciless in his shots. After stabbing the knife, he pulled the dagger, half of the dagger man's neck was cut off by him.

He took a few steps back and came behind the dagger man, avoiding the spray of blood, holding the dagger instead and looking at the only long-haired thug standing with interest.

In order to avoid blood mist, McCall stood still, stared at the long-haired man and waited for a moment, "You are the only one left, so don't laugh now."

"FKU", these people are really desperadoes. They knew they couldn't beat them, but they still looked around and grabbed a wine bottle and rushed towards McCall.

Dodging the wine bottle with a low body, McCall brandished a dagger and stabbed the long-haired man's left kidney, then pulled out and cut the long-haired man's wrist holding the bottle,

The tendon in his hand was severed, and the wine bottle he was holding loosely fell to the ground. At the same time, the severe pain caused the long-haired man to react slowly.

McCall stood up and did not wait for the long-haired man to react. He stabbed his left wrist with a knife, directly crippling his hands, and then stabbed him in the heart.

He grabbed the long-haired man's hair, stared at him and said, "Smile again."

The long-haired man actually had a crazy smile on his hideous face, "FKU".

"Pfft..." McCall unhappily raised the dagger and stabbed it into the long-haired man's chin. The dagger was inserted directly into the upper jaw from his mouth, staring at the terrified long-haired man, "Come on, laugh again."

This scene made both William and John Wick, who were watching the live broadcast through the glasses McCall was wearing, feel chills in their hearts. How much McCall, the bastard, fell to the ground and hated these scumbags, and the shot was too fierce.

Sending the long-haired man's hair away, after he fell to the ground, he pressed the electronic watch on his left wrist, looked at the time, "28 seconds" frowned,

Shaking his head helplessly, he knew in his heart that he was really old. Although his skills were still very good, his degraded body functions still made his speed much slower than before.

Turning around and looking around for a week, after confirming that all four thugs were dead, McCall walked to the desk and sat in front of Slavi, who was lying on the ground and clutching his neck.