Because he did not want to use his superpowers to cause a sensation in the urban areas of South Africa, Ye Wuque honestly let the two men walk around. During this period, he also found that at least six of his people were accomplices of the two strong black men. I am afraid it was also to prevent Ye Wuque from escaping in a certain direction.

Two strong men took Ye Wuque around the skyscrapers and finally entered the elevator of a certain company's finance building. Except for the black strong man, the other six people who followed him were indeed squeezed into the elevator. Ye Wuque felt strange inexplicably that the robbery process in South Africa is so troublesome?

The elevator stopped on the 18th floor, and a group of people took Ye Wuque to a copywriting office that looked more than 30 square meters, which looked very ordinary. But the people sitting in this office were all fierce, which gave Ye Wuque a feeling of a bit similar to the usury company run by the Chinese underworld. It is estimated that the nature of this group of people is the same.

Ye Wuque was taken to a black man with sunglasses and a clear scar on his face, and he seemed to be the boss of this group of people.

Scar Boss looked at the black guy holding the gun and asked, "Is this stupid × Can you speak Zulu?" (Zulu is the language used by most people in South Africa)

The younger brother replied: "I don't know, but this is stupid × I guess I can understand it."

Scar boss stared at Ye Wuque with a sneer and said, "Just understand."

Then he waved his hand, and Ye Wuque was taken aside, pressed on a sofa, and forced to watch local TV programs in South Africa. The female host of the TV program was wearing fancy clothes and didn't know what she was talking about. But Ye Wuque's mind was not on the TV. He obviously heard a man's scream from the small room where the office was closed, and there were still some iron chains.

On the Scar Man's side, a young man complimented the Scar Man and said, "Boss, there have been many foreigners coming to our place to travel here recently. Just these two trips today, there are at least 600,000."

The scar man waved his arrogant hand: "Troubleshoot these two people, I'll ask everyone to go to the kiln." There was a burst of cheers in the crowd.

After a while, the screams stopped and the door of the small room was also opened. Ye Wuque saw a bloody yellow man who was beaten and was dragged out of the room. Looking at the young man's skinny back, it was thought that it was the result of being pulled out by iron chains. He dragged all the way to the scar man, leaving a long blood stain.

The scar man pinched the yellow-type young man's chin with his hands and asked with a grin: "Do you think it through? Sign up this group and call your family!"

The young man wanted to resist, but when he saw the iron chain on the man next to him, he was frightened and hurriedly signed a contract. Ye Wuque saw from a distance that the young man signed a Chinese name, Zhang Tianluo.

The scar man smiled and patted the head of the Chinese guy named Zhang Tianluo, and then someone handed him a cell phone. Zhang Tianluo took the cell phone with his bloody hands and shrank to the corner timidly, as pitiful as a wild dog about to be beaten to death.

Then Ye Wuque was brought to the scar man. The scar man pointed coldly at an English document on the table and said, "Sign."

After watching carefully, Ye Wuque discovered that this was a loan treaty. If he signed this bill, it would be equivalent to owing the scar man 500,000 yuan. Ye Wuque was shocked. This underworld in South Africa is civilized, and he would also give you a treaty with black and white background for you to sign.

‘Old beggar, can I understand what they say? But I can’t say it yet?’

The old beggar's voice recalled Ye Wuque's mind: "It's okay, when I installed a voice recognition system for you, I also made various voice memory sounds on your vocal cords. As long as you want, you can communicate with people from all countries at any time."

‘Awesome.’ Ye Wuque nodded with satisfaction.

This little bit of the scar man was a little confused. He thought Ye Wuque was just a soft cock. He saw the one beating next to him so badly, and he compromised so quickly. He quickly had an idea, painted the number of '500,000' on the document on the pen, changed it to one million, and handed it to Ye Wuque and said, "Sign it."

Ye Wuque immediately shook his head and said, "Oh sorry, I nodded just now, you may have misunderstood. What I meant was not to agree to sign this contract."

The scar man took out a gun from the cabinet, pointed at Ye Wuque's head, and shouted: "You fuck me?" More than 20 black people on the entire floor were rioted, and several of them also pulled out pistols. Ye Wuque counted about it, and only six of them had pistols.

Six pistols were pressed against Ye Wuque's head at the same time, but Ye Wuque felt relieved; there were only six guns, one of which was on the thug who dragged Zhang Tianluo out of the small house. This group of people... were easy to deal with.

The atmosphere was very stiff for a while. Even Zhang Tianluo, who was beaten to death, shrank in the corner with his bloody and bloody blow. He held up the phone and dared not make a sound. Only the voice of an old mother came from the other end of the phone: 'Hey! What's wrong with my son? Have you arrived in South Africa? Hey, my son listened to his mother, don't go to South Africa anymore. Everyone said that the security there is not good, I'm not at ease when you go alone, hey! Son? Can you hear it? Hey! Hey!"

He was pointed at the head with six guns at the same time, even the psychics had to admit defeat. Ye Wuque forced himself to smile and said, "Brother, isn't our process going to that small house first and then discussing it? Why did you get the gun directly?"

The scar man was stunned for a moment, then polished his head with the gun and said, "Oh yes, this is the last step, the wrong steps, the wrong steps. You guys, take him to the small room."

Looking at the scar man's action, Ye Wuque smiled coldly and finally felt relieved. He was taken into the small room where Zhang Tianluo had just come out. When he went in, he saw that he was very good, with blood-stained iron chains and wooden sticks hanging everywhere on the wall. Ye Wuque was pushed to the side of the wall by the person behind him.

The thug with a gun turned around and locked the door of the small room from the inside, turned around, and looked at Ye Wuque with a ferocious sneer, as if he was looking at a thin wild dog with nowhere to escape.

But at the same time, Ye Wuque's mouth slowly curled a sneer. He stood firm and mobilized his supernatural powers. The iron chains and wooden sticks hanging on the wall were trembling slightly. He sneered in Chinese: "Who is the one who was robbed, maybe?"

The three men looked at the iron chain sticks in the room and started moving themselves. They all felt something was terrible and wanted to escape, but when they turned around, they saw that there was an iron chain wrapped around the door lock. When they turned around, the iron chains and sticks in the sky were flying towards them!

There was still a painful scream from the small room, but the scar man suddenly felt that the scream was not like the yellow man, but more like... his three subordinates? He gave a wink to the person next to him. At first, the strong man with Zhang Tianluo in his hand walked towards the small house, walked to the door and knocked hard, yelling: "What's going on! What's going on! What's going on inside! Open the door."

There was a sudden sound in the room. The door opened from inside and a gun aimed at the head of the strong black man.

'Bang!'

A big hole was opened in the black strong man's forehead. Because the gun was approached, the bullet directly broke the black strong man's skull and opened a message on the back of his head. Blood and brain matter came out of it.

In his already dead eyes, he saw his three half-dead thug companions lying on the floor of the small room.

Chapter 7015 Unlucky Zhang Tianluo

There is a special floor in a financial building in the headquarters of South Africa. The 18th floor.

Everyone in the entire building knows that that floor was contracted by the most powerful gangsters in the local area, the "Black Hand Gang". It is specifically responsible for handling the illegal property of some gangsters. Recently, somehow, people of other skin colors have been taken to the 18th floor by these people. The front desk of the building is Alice, a beautiful European girl. Today she also witnessed two yellow people being taken into the elevator by them. The elevator showed that the parking location was on the 18th floor.

Alice couldn't help but pray for the two people in her heart, begging God for hope that they could come out of the elevator alive. But she also knew that this possibility was very low, because before that, no one of the other skin color had ever walked out of the eighteenth floor alive. - Their way out was to jump down from the eighteenth floor.

Alice also knew that this was a murder case and wanted to call the police. No one had done this before. However, the results of her police investigation were that the parties involved committed suicide by jumping off the building. Everyone understood that this was a robbery and murder case jointly deployed by the gang and the police!

Somehow, Alice today felt that she could no longer stand such a working environment, and felt that her spirit was about to collapse. She deliberately suppressed herself, but she always wanted to look into the window to the east, because she knew that there were usually places where corpses fell from the eighteenth floor. It would be the place where the two people fell after a while... they... were still so young.

"Ding Ding Ding" suddenly interrupted her random thoughts. She looked at the number displayed on the front desk phone and was suddenly stunned. The phone number showed "Eighteenth Floor". Is this a call from "Eighteenth Floor"?

Alice hesitated and finally answered the phone. The sound of "bang bang bang" gunshots and the screams of many people immediately came from the other end of the phone. A panicked man yelled in an anxious Zulu language: "Cao Mud Horse, I'm only answering the phone now! Damn it! Call the police! Call the police! Eighteenth floor! Report... beep beep..." The phone suddenly hung up again. Alice looked at the phone in surprise, not knowing what was going on.

...

On the eighteenth floor, Ye Wuque sneered and pointed a pistol at the head of the scar man. The scar man dared not move and maintained a gesture of calling the police. Ye Wuque signaled with his eyes, and the scar man hung up the phone with a good idea.

"You are really embarrassed. In the underworld industry, no one can call the police by themselves." Ye Wuque sneered, his fair face exuded a gloomy like a god of death.

Behind Ye Wuque, all the more than 20 black men were shot, all of whom were shot and fell, some were unconscious, while others were shot and killed directly. Ye Wuque is a superpower. The danger he had encountered was much greater than this time, and he had long been used to how to deal with this kind of scene. As long as he was given a gun, even if he didn't use superpowers, he had the ability to defeat these unregulated gangsters one by one. He could even be so sophisticated that he could kill the gun first, snatch the gun from his person, and continue to fight. For Ye Wuque, more than 20 underworlds, even if he had a gun, were just more than 20 moving targets.

As long as six guns are not pointed at their heads from different directions at the same time, unfortunately, they have missed such an opportunity.

The scar man reacted. He might also know that he could not hit Ye Wuque, who was quick-witted. He actually held the gun in his hand and pointed at Zhang Tianluo who was still squatting in the corner of the wall.

"You...you...believe it or not, I can shoot him before you kill me." This was almost the last straw for the scar man. Everyone was dead, and the demon in front of him was an existence he could not kill. He only hoped that the demon would care about the life of the innocent boy there. After all... for five minutes... Ye Wuque chose to avoid the angle where the bullet accidentally injured the boy.

"I don't believe it." Ye Wuque sneered. If a murderous devil with no feelings at all.

"You...you...you..." The scar man was very nervous, sweat kept dripping from his forehead, trembling uncontrollably, as if he was about to be unable to hold the gun.

"Let's do this, let's make an equal deal. I count one, two, three, I'll shoot you, you, shoot him to death." Ye Wuque pointed at Zhang Tianluo and said lightly with a strange smile: "How is it? Just be fair, one life will be worth one life."

It was Zhang Tianluo's turn to panic. He opened his eyes in fear and looked at Ye Wuque. He seemed to have never thought that such boring words would come out of the seemingly pretty boy's mouth. Zhang Tianluo felt that he was in great luck today and almost died at the hands of a local gangster. Originally, Ye Wuque appeared like a god of war and killed more than 20 gang members in five minutes, giving him hope to survive. He even imagined the scene where the two of them helped each other out of the building. But now, he actually wanted this Scar Boss to beat him to death? The most unlucky life is this. If you die as soon as you come, it would be a kind of relief. This kind of despair that clearly hopes to survive but is personally destroyed by people who hold hope. This kind of despair...is probably more uncomfortable than death?!

Zhang Tianluo wanted to stand up and resist, and wanted to do whatever he wanted. He wanted to vent his dissatisfaction, but he was beaten too badly. Looking at the corpses all over the ground, his legs were shaking slightly and out of control.

"I want to start counting." Ye Wuque said with a strange smile.

"one."

"two."

Ye Wuque clearly heard the scar man's trembling teeth with difficulty suppressing fear. This is the state that a person should have when he is facing death. In contrast, the boy named Zhang Tianluo over there was much more calm, and Ye Wuque even saw a trace of his hatred in his eyes.

"three."

"Bang bang!" The two pistols fired one after another without any surprises.

However, no one fell down, just like what Ye Wuque thought. He still remembered clearly the scene of the scar man sharpening his head with a gun before. In Ye Wuque's impression, a greedy man who is afraid of death, dared not do such a dangerous move unless... the gun was only used to strengthen his aura and there was no bullet in it. Moreover, in the battle behind, although the scar man held the gun, he had never fired it once, which further confirmed Ye Wuque's conjecture.

As for why the scar man was not hit by a bullet... it was because the bullets in Ye Wuque's gun had actually been fired.

Ye Wuque looked at his gun curiously and asked knowingly: "Ah, there are no bullets. You are so lucky."

The two men pointed at the gun were obviously relieved.

I don’t know who called the police, but Tongche’s sirens sounded downstairs. Ye Wuque walked to the window and saw that the entire building was almost surrounded by police cars. Countless black policemen rushed into the building. ‘It’s really a nest of police and gangsters. If this happens, the stairs and elevators can’t go.’ Ye Wuque thought coldly. When all the police cars came out of the police car, when they entered the floor, Ye Wuque turned his head and said to the scar man:

"Forget it, I'll save your life. But you have to help me with something. If you don't die by chance, I'll spare your life."

Before the Scar Man responded, Ye Wuque had already mobilized his superpowers. He lifted Zhang Tianluo with one hand and Scar Man with the other, and used the superpowers to make the weight of the two of them lighter. Then he threw the Scar Man as a meat ball towards the window, blasting the window, and flew out of the eighteen floors. Zhang Tianluo was stunned.

"It's going to jump!" Ye Wuque still had a strange smile and made the prelude to run wildly, as if he was preparing for Zhang Tianluo psychologically.

"What...jump?" Zhang Tianluo had a vague premonition.

The next second, Ye Wuque carried Zhang Tianluo and ran towards the window. Amid Zhang Tianluo's crazy screams, the two rushed out of the window together and fell rapidly from the height of the eighteenth floor.

Zhang Tianluo closed his eyes and didn't dare to look, but his mouth couldn't help but shout wildly: "Today is really the most unlucky day since I was born."
Chapter completed!