The killer bodyguard of the beautiful president

At this time, in the villa.

Mu Qianxue was running around chasing Wang Yan with a small [-]-volt high-voltage electric rod, not knowing that Mo Yan Shake had come near the villa.

"Wang Yan, don't run if you have the guts, I guarantee you won't be electrocuted!" Mu Qianxue couldn't catch up with Wang Yan, and was furious.

Wang Yan responded with a smile: "Try it on yourself first. If the real electricity can't kill people, I promise not to run away."

"I will make you pay the price tonight!" Mu Qianxue gnashed her teeth in hatred, and chased after her again.

Wang Yan turned his head and was about to run when suddenly he frowned slightly, sensing something was going on outside.

Without the slightest hesitation, the moment Mu Qianxue rushed up with the small electric baton, she dodged to avoid the small electric baton, hugged Mu Qianxue, and quickly bent down and squatted down.

Mu Qianxue didn't understand the situation, and thought that Wang Yan was taking the opportunity to play hooligans again, which was even more extreme than before.

He actually hugged her directly, and even dragged her to squat on the ground together, that's unforgivable!

"Wang Yan, you..."

Shhh!

Before Mu Qianxue could finish speaking, Wang Yan immediately made a silence gesture, and his expression became serious.

"Don't talk yet, there is a murderous look outside the door!"

Seeing Wang Yan's serious face, Mu Qianxue didn't dare to be careless. She didn't care about the "embarrassing incident" just now, and hurriedly asked in surprise, "Are you sure you didn't deliberately play tricks on me?"

At this moment, Wang Yan didn't have the hippie smile of the past, and his expression was extremely serious, "I have a sense of proportion, and I have to divide my time when joking."

"Squat here and don't move, I'll go out and have a look."

Mu Qianxue no longer doubted Wang Yan, and hurriedly whispered: "Be careful! By the way, Li Yan is still cleaning up in the living room, don't hurt her!"

Wang Yan made an ok gesture back, signaling Mu Qianxue not to worry.

With a leap, he jumped off the stairs and landed firmly in the living room.

"ah!"

Li Yan was cleaning the table in the dining room, she screamed, and looked at Wang Yan angrily, "Brother Wang, don't be surreptitious, you won't pay for scaring people to death!"

Wang Yan quickly came to Li Yan's side, and pressed her under the table without saying a word, "Yan'er, stay here and don't move!"

Turn around and walk towards the door of the villa.

Li Yan got under the table with a look of bewilderment and astonishment. What's going on?

At the door of the villa, Wang Yan took out a cigarette and lit one, looking forward, "Friend, come out."

Ok?

Shaq's expression froze, and he was discovered!

It has become meaningless to hide the figure any longer, and walk out from the shadow behind the green belt.

"How did you find me?" Shaq looked at Wang Yan and asked in a cold voice.

Wang Yan let out a puff of smoke slowly, but did not answer the other party's question, "Tell me, who sent you here?"

Shaq frowned slightly, "You haven't answered my question yet!"

"You are not qualified to question me!" Wang Yan responded softly.

snort!

Shaq was obviously a little impatient, and immediately took out his gun and pointed it at Wang Yan. The muzzle of the gun was equipped with a silencer.

With a sneering smile, "Now tell me, do you have the right to ask questions!"

Facing the black muzzle of the gun, Wang Yan remained indifferent, still standing at the door of the room, smoking a cigarette as if nothing had happened.

His expression was calm, without any panic or fear.

He also deliberately blew a smoke ring into the sky, and it didn't condense.

"You can try it! As long as you miss me with one shot, you won't have a second chance to shoot!" Wang Yan smiled contemptuously.

Seeing Wang Yan's indifferent expression, Shaq immediately realized that this is a powerful character and should not be underestimated.

"It seems that my brother Ike was indeed killed by your hands!" Shaq said coldly.

Hearing this, Wang Yan thought of the previous killer, and did not deny it, "So, you came here on purpose to avenge your brother?"

"That's right!"

Shaq directly gave an affirmative answer, "Some time ago, my younger brother Ike received a mission, but no one came back, so I followed the leftover clues."

"Finally found here! You can make my brother miss, it seems that you have certain strength! But, don't expect to live in my hands tonight!"

While speaking, Shaq pointed his gun at Wang Yan all the time, ready to shoot and kill him at any time.

As a killer, you must remain absolutely calm, preferably with a single shot.

He was looking for the best opportunity to shoot and did not give Wang Yan time to react.

Wang Yan smiled lightly, "With this kind of super self-confidence, you must be a killer on the leaderboard."

"I haven't watched this stuff for several years, where do you rank on the killer list?"

Ok?

Shaq stared blankly, and said coldly, "Why are you asking this?"

Wang Yan smoked a cigarette indifferently, and said with a light smile, "Your ranking determines your death."

"As a fellow man, I will give proper care."

snort!

Shaq sneered, "What an arrogant tone! I'm No.40, codenamed Mo Yan!"

"I've seen almost all the killers on the ranking list. You must be an unknown person! You dare to be presumptuous to me!"

Wang Yan shook his head and laughed, "The newly promoted No. 40, I remember that the person who was ranked in this position four years ago was named Martin, and he died in my hands."

call!

These words made Shaq nervous. He was about to pull the trigger just now and shot Wang Yan, but he stopped suddenly and didn't dare to shoot rashly.

It was definitely not easy to kill the 41st killer of the previous generation four years ago.

At that time, he could only look up to the leaderboard of killers!

"Who the hell are you?!" Shaq asked coldly, his whole body on alert.

Wang Yan responded in a low voice, "Blood moon in the sky, Shura Cemetery!"

boom!

Shaq's brain suddenly exploded, his whole body trembled, and he immediately put down the pistol, not daring to point it at Wang Yan again.

It can make the No. 40 No. [-] killer fall into extreme panic and be unable to keep calm, all because of these short eight words!

Known as the taboo of all killers on the leaderboard!

Because that is Shura Killing God, exclusive label!

No wonder his name is not on the leaderboard, because Shura Killing God is the Great Demon King, and he has never been defeated after becoming famous!

Just because I haven't lost before, I won't enter the leaderboard!

terrible!

At this moment, Moyan Shaq was very thankful that he hadn't shot just now, otherwise he wouldn't even know how he died.

"I don't know that the Lord God King is here, and I have offended you so much. Please forgive me." Shaq hurriedly bowed his head and surrendered, not daring to do it again.

Wang Yan smiled indifferently, "Your brother died in my hands. Letting you go will definitely take the opportunity to reveal my whereabouts and provoke those guys on the god list to come and seek revenge on me."

"Although I'm not afraid of them, I find it troublesome. You are doomed to die tonight, and you won't be able to get out of here."

Shaq immediately became very nervous, and said hastily and sincerely: "Master God King, please rest assured, I will not dare to reveal a word to the outside world!"

Wang Yan shook his head slightly, "Only the dead can keep secrets, haven't you heard this saying?"

Hearing this, Shaq raised his hand again and aimed his gun at Wang Yan, "My lord, you...don't force me!"

"Even if you are powerful, I don't believe you can avoid bullets at such a short distance!"

Although he said so, his body was very honest, and the hand holding the gun was obviously unstable, shaking slightly.

Wang Yan flicked the cigarette ash, and said in a low voice, "Then I will give you a chance to give it a go, and you will die without regret. Before the cigarette butt falls to the ground, you can shoot me!"

The voice fell, the fingers flicked lightly, and the cigarette butt was thrown high into the sky...