Teamfight Tactics! Reborn to fight the monster invasion

On the enchanted top floor, there is an undiscovered room in a dark corner.

The bar owner's surname is Sun, and he hides in this place in the dead of night.

In fact, he had never been particularly interested in the Huanmei industry, but in recent days, some news about the golden spatula began to circulate among these wealthy businessmen and rich young men, and he also discovered this way to make money.

The absurd purchase of a batch of gold shovels at countless times the price of gold caused an uproar.

Boss Sun was not going to let this opportunity go. He also wanted a share of the Jin Shountian money.

After learning the news, he quietly moved to Huanmei and inquired about the Golden Shovel from other bosses from all directions and angles.

This is why the girls in the bar are all trying to trick the bosses in different ways.

The mysterious man had known about this for a long time, so Boss Sun was naturally on the killing list.

Yan, alone, strolled leisurely with his hands in his pockets and walked to the door.

boom!

Kicking open the door, I saw a man, facing the computer screen in front of me, with deep dark circles in his eyes, disheveled hair, looking embarrassed as if he hadn't slept in several days.

Yan Duoduo said nothing and asked directly: "Are you Huanmei's boss Sun?"

Boss Sun rubbed his eyes, looked around, quietly took out a dagger from under the table and hid it: "Who are you, and how did you find this room!"

Yan said coldly: "It doesn't matter, you won't survive today!"

Boss Sun got up angrily, picked up the dagger, stood up, and shouted angrily: "Where are these gangsters from, how dare they speak such arrogant words!"

Yan stretched out his hand unhurriedly, raised a pistol, and pointed it at Boss Sun's head.

"You want to scare people with a fruit knife? Sit back."

Boss Sun also sneered: "You have a gun, don't I?"

boom!

Without saying a word, Yan pulled the trigger and smashed Boss Sun's hand that was about to take out the gun. Blood spattered on the bright floor.

Boss Sun covered his severed hand and screamed, but he saw Yan Chuo coming forward, and in a millisecond, he had already killed him in front of him.

In Boss Sun's panic, Yan held down his face, aimed at the corner of the table, and smashed it down hard.

Boss Sun, who was restrained, was immediately beaten to a bloody head and kept wailing.

"Who are you? I didn't offend you. Why do you want to kill me?"

Boss Sun's question was viewed with a cold eye: "Is the golden spatula coveted by you bugs? I might as well tell you directly that anyone who wants to collude with that mysterious wealthy businessman to circulate and manufacture gold spatulas , we will all let him die without his body intact!"

"Us?" Boss Sun's eyes widened in shock: "There's more than one of you?"

Yan Leng snorted: "What's the use of asking so many questions? Do you think you can still live to find the truth!"

After saying that, Yan Fei raised his knee, which broke Boss Sun's liver and gallbladder, and blood spurted from his mouth. He then grabbed his neck with his backhand and pressed him against the wall.

The other hand raised the gun, pressed the barrel into Boss Sun's mouth, and fired three times, hitting Boss Sun's face directly, causing blood and flesh to fly everywhere, leaving him no longer human.

Yan picked up Boss Sun's body and threw it out violently. The body smashed the glass and fell directly from the top floor of Huanmei to the middle of the road.

I glanced sideways at Boss Sun's computer screen. The content on it was all gossip about the Golden Shovel.

He snorted viciously and wiped the blood off his hands: "Despicable humans, you dare to stretch your hands so long, you are looking for death!"

……

Although it was late at night, the Toutian market was still very lively at night, not to mention the Huanmei Street, which was even more crowded.

When an unrecognizable corpse fell from the roof of the fantasy building, countless people saw it below.

A large group of people suddenly gathered around the road, talking about the body.

Yan broke out of the window, clung to the window sill, and jumped to the top of the charming building.

The wind on the rooftop blew up his blood-stained white robe. Under the gloomy mask, an evil heart was hidden.

Yan looked down and declared in a loud voice: "Don't look, that's Huanmei's boss Sun, died of a gunshot!"

"Shoot!"

The crowd below immediately started talking again. Some people took out their mobile phones and seemed to be about to call the police.

Yan raised his hand and asked softly: "Everyone, don't you want to know who killed him?"

The people below looked at each other.

Yan sneered, raised the gun in his hand, and pulled the trigger...

boom!boom!boom!boom!

Bullets burst out of the barrel one after another, with hundreds of hits, and the crowd was in chaos and running in all directions.

One after another, the onlookers were shot to death, and the whole street turned into a mess.

Yan Yinfeng laughed and stared: "Look! This is what you will get for meddling in your own business! This is what you will get for watching the excitement!"

In the blink of an eye, rivers of blood flowed. The unbridled gunshots and corpses everywhere had lifted the paralysis of the group of people in the Huanmei Bar.

"Kill...kill someone!"

When the first person started shouting, within the hall, tens of thousands of people rushed around, like a roaring mountain and a tsunami. Some people were running wildly, and some were shouting wildly.

The mysterious man stood on the flower bed opposite, looking at everything with cold eyes.

Clenching his fists, the mysterious man roared in a low voice: "Meow Beard, you want to use a golden shovel to open the rift in time and space, but I won't let you succeed! I will kill everyone who knows the news, and these ten thousand golden shovels Shovel, you will never get it in your life!"

Five people, Zhi, Xin, Ren, Yong and Yan, stood at the five corners of Huanmei respectively. They quickly rushed to several exits and blocked the road.

The flood-like crowd saw them, but they seemed to see ghosts. Even though there were many people, they could not move forward.

Zhi geared up and picked up the knife beside him. The bright blade reflected the moonlight and he smashed it to the ground.

This trivial movement scared the people in the illusion to howling like ghosts.

One of the men stood up and shouted: "Everyone, I have a lot of money. I will give you all the money. Please let me go!"

Without saying a word, Yan raised his gun and shot him directly in the head, scaring the others so much that they trembled and dared not move.

After blowing out the smoke from the gun, Yan sneered: "You are awesome if you have money. What I want now is your life. Your little money is nothing in my eyes!"

Weeping bitterly and lamenting everywhere...

There are also some people who are drunk and emboldened, unwilling to be captured, shouting loudly and angrily: "There are so many of us, let's rush out together, they can't do anything to us!"

boom!

Yan raised his gun again and shot him dead.

"Well said, don't say it again next time!"