man in suit

There was a "click" sound from the door lock, and Margaret hid behind He Hongxue in a panic. The moment the door was gently pushed open from the outside, the woman screamed like crazy. Shouted: "Kill him quickly! Shoot!"

He Hongxue tightly held the gun in his hand, and was more wary of the almost hysterical Margaret next to him than the man who opened the door. Just as he was about to speak to calm Margaret down, the visitor's words immediately made her Marguerite was too scared to move.

"Long time no see, Margaret."

It was just a simple greeting, but it seemed that a certain switch on Margaret's body was pressed. The princess curled up behind He Hongxue in fear and did not dare to speak again.

The man standing at the door was dressed in pitch black, and his slightly tight suit made him look like an inorganic biochemical man who came out of a sci-fi movie. The black suit, black shirt, even the tie and the mask covering his face were the same. Black.

The fingers wearing leather gloves easily held a gun. The cold muzzle of the gun was pointed at He Hongxue. Behind the man was the palace bodyguard who came to the ground silently.Closing the door behind his back, Tyrell glanced at the messy room indifferently, and said with a smile: "Don't be so nervous." The muzzle moved down, and Tyrell asked with concern like an ordinary friend: "The gunshot wound on your body Ok?"

"Thanks to you, I didn't become paralyzed." He Hongxue calmly looked at the man who wrapped himself up tightly. A faint smell of gunpowder was unknowingly mixed in the humid air, as if an invisible copper wire was entwined. On each of their wrists, it would break if they were pulled lightly.

Tyrell wears a special black mask on his face, and the eyes are scarlet lenses, but even so, you can still feel the chilling gaze staring at you like a poisonous snake.

"Next time I will try my best." Tyrrell gestured viciously at the lower part of He Hongxue's waist, and looked at He Wenxuan at the side, "Put down the gun, or you want to try whose bullets are faster, don't So nervous my friends, I didn't come here to stand around like this with you guys."

Out of politeness, Tyrell put the gun away first, too fast to see.

He Hongxue and He Wenxuan glanced at each other, and put down their guns at the same time. Margaret on the side whispered, "What are you doing? Are you crazy? Why don't you kill—" There was a chill in Margaret's chest. Gretel flusteredly lowered her head to avoid the sight of Tyrell looking at her, her hands clenched tightly into fists and kept close to He Hongxue, and said in a low voice, half ordering and half pleading: "You will protect me, You have to protect me."

"Please rest assured, Your Highness." With a perfunctory sentence, He Hongxue looked back at Tyrell, the mysterious and dangerous man who claimed to be in the terminal stage of cancer. Li slowly found a sofa by the window and sat down.The slender legs drew elegant arcs in the air and overlapped each other, with both hands casually resting on the armrests of the chair, lightning flashed behind the man, brightening the night sky in an instant, and falling into a dark rainstorm in an instant middle.

The black leather gloves scratched the smooth wooden sofa arm, and Tyrell said slowly and clearly: "I have stayed in this room before," he pointed to the big round bed in the center of the room, "I also slept on that bed. Yes, with my mentor." The corner of his mouth hooked slightly. "You are shameless, Tyrell!" Margaret trembled with anger.

"Shame? Are you referring to a princess falling in love with her illegitimate half-brother, or a princess who deliberately strips naked and stands in front of an agent to try to seduce?" With his chin slightly raised, Tyrell chuckled softly, Ma Gretel's unknown secret was just revealed.

A rapid ringtone of the mobile phone broke the silence in the room. "It's okay, take it." Tyrell raised his finger to He Wenxuan.Looking at the man suspiciously, He Wenxuan picked up the phone, and it was He Wenhan who called.His expression changed, and He Wenxuan said to Tyrell in a deep voice, "You broadcast our conversation?"

Everyone in the hall heard their conversation just now, including the secret about Margaret told by Tyrell himself.The princess turned pale immediately, and stared at Tyrell with red eyes: "You are talking nonsense! You are talking nonsense, Tyrell," completely ignoring the crazy Margaret, Tyrell turned sideways slightly, alone With his hands on his chin, his posture is lazy and relaxed, as if this is his home and he is the master of it.

"I think you can hear my voice. In some parts of the palace, I installed explosives that can bury everyone here..."

……

[I think everyone can hear my voice. In some parts of the palace, I installed explosives that can bury everyone here...] The voice from the radio made the guests who were enjoying themselves in the hall not long ago There was panic and fear, and some people began to try to escape from the palace.

[As long as one person leaves the palace, I will let someone press the button, and everyone will die. I am a person with terminal cancer and I don’t mind if you are buried with me. If you don’t believe me, you can recall the Black family] I will run to the door The person next to him was immediately dragged away by the guests next to him, and the scene suddenly became chaotic. Everyone knew about the tragedy of the Black family, and no one thought that Tyrell would appear here. He Wenhan and Zheng Bo in the hall hurriedly arranged for security. The personnel stabilized the situation.

【but……】

"What the hell is this Tyrell doing?" He Wenhan looked around and said in a deep voice, "Is there really explosives hidden in this place?"

"Let's hear what he wants to do first." Zheng Bo said.

Tyrell's voice echoed in the hall.

【However... I don't want to hurt your lives. There is one person who can save you, and that is our beautiful and noble Princess Margaret. Your Highness Princess Margaret, are you willing to save your clan and people? ] In the room, Tyrell looked at the woman who betrayed him with a smile.

"You can't do this to me, Tyrell..." A chill went straight to her heart from the soles of her feet, and she almost couldn't breathe. Margaret looked at the man pleadingly. She couldn't imagine what this cruel man would do to her. whats the matter.

"You promised Sean, you promised that he would take care of me! You can't let anyone hurt me, please...please..." Covering her face and crying softly, Margaret fell to the ground.

He Hongxue raised his gun again and aimed at Tyrell: "Where did you put the explosives? The bullets this time are not anesthetic bombs, Tyrell."

Still maintaining a relaxed and elegant posture, Tyrell said slowly: "You can go find it, please feel free to shoot me if you want, I don't mind you being buried with me."

Ignoring He Hongxue, Tyrell tilted his head slightly and looked at Margaret, his eyes in scarlet sunglasses showed indifference and unfeeling: "Sean is dead, Margaret."

"You promised him! You promised him!" Margaret yelled almost hysterically, and she became more and more frightened. The man in black in front of her was like a demon crawling out of hell, smiling ferociously, watching Looking at her, trying to tear her soul apart and push her into the boundless hell.

"Don't cry, my Marguerite, I won't hurt you, I mean . . . I certainly wouldn't do it myself."

A cunning and cruel man.

He Hongxue and He Wenxuan watched Tyrell and Margaret quietly. This was the first time for them to see this so-called legendary devil at such a close distance, right in front of their eyes, elegant and cold Lie, cruel and cold in the bones, every move reveals an indescribable charm, just like a beautiful piranha in the jungle, swaying beautiful appearance to attract all passing prey, and when you get close will be brutally devoured.

Suddenly he laughed, Tyrael smiled under the mask, and his voice was as gentle as a cool and pleasant lake in autumn: "Leave the room, go to the hall, under the crystal chandelier, my noble and proud princess, take off your crown , take off your long skirt, your fiancé John is waiting for you there."

Standing up with his hands on the armrests, Tyrell slowly walked towards Margaret, who was sitting on the ground trembling under the watchful eyes of He Hongxue and He Wenxuan. He bent down, raised his hand and gently squeezed Margaret's jaw forced the other to look up, those charming eyes filled with tears of hatred and fear.

"Yes, that's it, look at me, and remember the engagement gift I prepared for you today," Tyrell patted the woman's cheek lightly, "My...Little Margaret."

"You'll have your karma Tyrael...you'll have your karma!" Margaret hissed and cried.

retribution?

The so-called retribution, he has already experienced it.

Suddenly grabbing Margaret by the collar, Tyrell dragged the screaming woman outside the door: "Have fun, Margaret."

With a bang, the door closed.

After pressing a certain button on the mask, Tyrell closed the call connection with the lobby broadcaster. He looked at He Hongxue and He Wenxuan in the room: "Let's have a cup of coffee."