Chapter 187

Bareheaded and unprepared, he was knelt down by the bodyguard.

Mousran also ignored the weapons in the hands of several people behind the bald head. He slowly walked out of the car.

Looking at his bald head kneeling on the ground, mousran went to him and squatted down.

"You want to kill me?"

The words spit out from mousran's mouth are still so gentle and the tone is not slow.

But such a question made the bald head tremble even more.

When he shot, the gun in his hand bent directly.

This is absolutely what ordinary people can do. These people are not simple, and they still have weapons in their hands.

This group of people dare not be men or women. They are not the role they can provoke.

They showed no fear from beginning to end.

This is not only because they have a way back, but also because of their own strength.

Baldheaded regretted. At this time, his ferocious face had already changed color with fear.

Hearing mu siran's question, the bald man reacted for a long time.

He trembled and looked at the handsome and gentle man in front of him.

"Brother, I'm wrong. I don't know Mount Tai. Please forgive me."

Mu Si ran stood up when he heard the speech, and the gentle smile on his face did not decrease.

Mousran, who stood up, stretched out his hand behind him.

Soon the man behind handed him a gun.

Mousran touched the gun in his hand and looked at the bald man on the ground with a smile.

If you look carefully, you can find that although mousran was smiling, his eyes were very cold.

He is a member of your family, who has never been threatened.

Mousran loaded his gun.

This crisp voice is very loud in the already quiet space.

The bald man trembled at this.

At that time, as like as two peas, he was still as bold as before, and timid as the young man who died in his hands.

This is eschatological survival, the law of the jungle, the survival of the fittest.

"I'm really wrong. Elder brother, please bypass me once. Please let me go. I'm really wrong..."

However, before the bald man finished, mousran pointed the gun at his head.

This makes the bald head beg for mercy and swallow it all into his stomach.

Mousran's smile disappeared when the gun pointed at the bald head.

The handsome and gentle face was full of indifference, and there was a cold light in his eyes.

Bald head also saw the difference before and after mousran.

Before, I thought that such a gentle man could let him go as long as he said more good words and pretended to be poor.

But at this time, the other party's face suddenly changed, which made him understand that there was little hope at all.

Where this man is gentle and talkative, he is a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Feeling hopeless, the bald head began to struggle, and the ferocity on his face returned again.

Mousse saw this and was absolutely not worried that he could really escape.

After all, your bodyguards are not vegetarian.

The muzzle of the gun was still pointing at the bald head, and mousran's thin lips opened.

"Today you pointed a gun at my head. It's not just me."

With this sentence, mousran shot.

"Bang..."

Son - the bullet passes through the center of the bald man's eyebrows.

Mousran's shot was like an instruction.

"Bang..."

"Bang..."

"Ah..."

Before the bald man fell down, gunfire quickly rang out around him.

Accompanied by the sound of pain.