"Your running speed is so fast, and your killing method is so perfect. It is completely comparable to the god of death who is opposed to God. I just calculated that from the time you came in to kill, until now, the time you have experienced is only five. Sixteen seconds, only fifty-six seconds. Therefore, in front of you, my escape is nothing but a waste of energy, a stupid act that has no effect."
As if he understood Wang Chao's words, a strange expression flashed in Willie Rockefeller's blue eyes, and he spoke word by word in relatively blunt Chinese with an obvious Western accent. He stroked his chest with one hand, using the etiquette of meeting a nobleman in the Middle Ages.
Although he felt the extremely dangerous aura on Wang Chao, Willy still maintained his aristocratic demeanor. Appears to be polite, with a demeanor that does not change face when Mount Tai collapses in front of him.
At the same time, before performing the aristocratic etiquette, Willie looked at a very old watch on his wrist very gracefully. It was calculating how long it had taken Wang Chao to come in and now.
"Oh, oh. I think I'm using the wrong etiquette. You don't mind."
Probably because he felt that the aristocratic etiquette of stroking his chest is not suitable for an oriental like Wang Chao, and then Willie changed it again, clasping his fists in salute. It is typical to learn the posture of the knight clasped fist in Hollywood armed blockbusters.
Wang Chao saw Willie changing his etiquette, stroking his chest, bending over, and clasping his fists, a sense of amused and funny flashed in his heart. But he also admired the young man a little.
Although Willie was obviously in his thirties, while Wang Chao was only in his twenties, but for some reason, in Wang Chao's heart, he subconsciously felt that Willie was very young and immature. This is a state of mind change brought about by powerful power. When one has the power to completely control the death of many people, there is no age difference psychologically.
"Rockefeller is indeed a big family that has gone through hundreds of years, and the aristocratic temperament has been cultivated. Compared with the children of some rich families in China, it is really a lot different. Look at this one, who does not change his expression in front of me. , in the face of such a scene, he can remain calm. Not bad, not bad."
This is also the first time for Wang Chao to meet a young man from a big Western family. Subconsciously, he made a comparison in his heart. In terms of temperament, only Chen Aiyang and Liao Junhua can compare with Willy.
Chen Aiyang and Liao Junhua are both super masters of martial arts, they have killed countless people, and they are trained in high positions. That's physical strength that leads to mental strength.
And this Willie, although he has a solid body and good muscle lines in all aspects, obviously has undergone rigorous training, but from the perspective of martial arts, he is at best a black belt in karate, similar to some elite fighters. Not worth mentioning.
Although he doesn't have a strong body, this person is actually so strong psychologically. It really surprised Wang Chao a little bit.
"Hong Xiulian, I was outside just now. Didn't I hear you say that there is a king of killers in your family? Why didn't you come out to save you? By the way, where are your two sons, Situ Yi and Situ Xin?"
Wang Chao simply compared Willy's temperament with some young people in China. But he ignored him, turned his head, and looked at Hong Xiulian who was nailed to the wall with his crutches.
In today's beheading operation, Wang Chao and Ba Liming were not willing to kill more. The plan was to kill three people, Hong Xiulian, Situ Yi, and Situ Xin. Although the Situ family is big, there are only these three people as the backbone. Once these three people die, the whole family will immediately fall into a stalemate. It is enough for Situ Yi's five wives to fight for the property company. Where there is spare time to deal with the Tang Sect, it would be nice to be able to protect themselves.
As for Tang Suiyun, Cui Changbai, and Miyagi Liangtian appearing here, it was obviously an accident. But it also happened to give Wang Chaoba Liming an excellent opportunity.
There is no doubt that Tang Suiyun is a master of Baodan level, and such a master is the most terrifying. To engage in special missions such as beheading operations, assassinations, spying on intelligence, and protecting the chief is a top priority. Although Wang Chao is no longer bad, but so far, one-on-one, there is no precedent for killing a master of Baodan.
Wharton was shot to death by Cheng Shanming, and Tang Suiyun was shot to death jointly with Baliming. From the perspective of martial arts, it is not very fair.
According to the classification of Baodan masters, the US Military Intelligence Bureau has Tang Shuanglong, and the domestic special forces have Liu Mubai and Yan Yuanyi. It was originally evenly matched. But now the Tang Shuanglong has all been beheaded by the Tang Sect. From the perspective of masters, the country has already gained an absolute advantage.
"I just don't know if there are any masters of Baodan level in the United States? It should be impossible. There is no such easy one. So far, there is no actual combat martial artist in Japan, and neither is the Korean guy." Wang Chao asked Hong Xiulian at the same time , Another thought flashed through my mind.
"Hehe, hehe..." Hong Xiulian's throat seemed to be blocked by a mouthful of phlegm, and there was a sound like a bellows being pulled, her eyes were fixed on Wang Chao, and she did not speak.
Although her vitality is gradually draining now, and her sanity has begun to appear slightly unconscious, she can still hear Wang Chao's words clearly.
"You want to do it in one pot... It's not that easy... My two sons are not in San Francisco. Even if you kill me today, I have already arranged a plan to deal with Tangmen. Haha, you Tangmen just wait for it to fall apart. Sect, the golden fox from Tang Sect in North America! I'm afraid they have already started to attack... They don't want to end up like Zhao Guangrong!"
Hong Xiulian held onto her breath and cursed viciously.
"I want to kill people, and no one in the world can stop them. I want people to die at the third watch, and no one dares to keep them until the fifth watch. Even if this thousand-faced golden fox in North America wants to betray the Tang Sect, I don't mind doing it again." beheaded."
Wang Chao looked at Hong Xiulian on the wall with a blank expression on his face. He knew that there was nothing he could get out of Hong Xiulian's mouth.
"Situ Yi, Situ Xin is not in San Francisco, so things are a little troublesome? It seems that the plane five hours later will not catch up, and these two people must be killed. Otherwise, the Situ family still has the backbone. And the North American Tang This thousand-faced golden fox from the door really has an ambiguous attitude? I have to find a good opportunity to meet him. If he is loyal to Zichen, that's fine. If he wants to split because of Zhao Guangrong's affairs, then it's no wonder Me, I, Wang Chao, don't know anything else, and the beheading operation is still very smooth." Wang Chao thought in his heart.
From a certain point of view, he is not a qualified leader. He is at a low level in terms of developing associations and wooing relationships. The only thing worthy of praise is beheading.
Anyone who is against me will be beheaded.
It's that direct, naked.
Sometimes, violent assassination is the simplest and most effective method.
For example, Jing Ke assassinated the King of Qin, revolutionaries assassinated high-ranking officials of the Manchu and Qing Dynasties, and the president of the United States was assassinated many times.
This is also the experience Wang Chao learned from the domestic army, nothing else, Wu Wenhui's nickname is "King of Beheading".
The leader of the Tang Sect in North America, who has multiple doubles, is good at hiding with makeup, and is known as the "thousand-faced golden fox" is definitely not a character as easy to deal with as Zhao Guangrong, and the form in North America is far more complicated than that in Nanyang.
"In that case, Hong Xiulian, you just wait here to die."
Chao Wang turned his head to Willie.
"Are you also planning to reap my life?"
Seeing Wang Chao's gaze turned to him, Willie frowned, straightened his collar, and still acted very gracefully. This kind of behavior is similar to that of those ancient scholar-bureaucrats who had to wait until they were beheaded. Just like the clothes.
If you are going to die, you have to straighten your clothes. This kind of demeanor is not something ordinary people can do.
"I won't kill you."
Wang Chao spat out a few words.
"oh?"
Willy's hand in arranging his clothes paused for a moment, and there was an imperceptible vitality in his eyes: "What's the price?"
"One hour or so, help me find out about Situ Xin, where is Situ Yi now?" Wang Chao said, "And I still need some information, and I need you to provide them one by one. I think with your power, there shouldn't be any problems. "
"There is no problem." Willy spoke, still blunt Chinese. As the heir of a big family, being proficient in the languages of several major countries is a compulsory course. If Willie couldn't speak Chinese today, and Wang Chao, who graduated from high school, couldn't understand English, they would have to be slapped to death.
"However, what if you want to kill me after I have helped you? Why don't we cooperate with each other. I believe that in this world, there are only eternal interests and no eternal enemies, and your godlike ability, I've seen it deeply." Willie smiled.
"You don't even have the freedom of life now, what conditions do you have to talk about cooperation? The hypocrisy and cunning of capitalists!" A voice came in from the door. It turned out that it was Bariming who came in.
Obviously, in this short period of time, Baliming had already killed Miyagi Liangtian.
Baliming looked at Willy, and while he was talking, his eyes were shining with the kind of light that absolutely did not mean well.
Willie said: "We uphold the tradition of the ancient nobles. I take the ransom to redeem my freedom, and then talk about some things. I don't have any cunning or hypocrisy. I do need your help, such as... kill That damned nigger!"
The nigger that Willy was talking about was naturally the current Mr. President.
"This matter, you should do it yourself." Wang Chao smiled: "How much ransom do you want to redeem your life freedom?"
"The cash I can control is at most three billion US dollars. To show my sincerity, I am willing to use all of it as a ransom. I heard that the son of a rich man in Hong Kong was kidnapped and paid one billion Hong Kong dollars. My status is more noble. Fifteen times more, isn't it stingy!"
Willie laughed.
"How long does it take for the cash to arrive?" Wang Chao looked at Willy expressionlessly. "It's not cash, I don't accept it."
Three billion U.S. dollars in cash is an extremely large fortune.
"The funds are too large, and it takes more than eight hours to transfer them." Willie spread his hands.
"Old Ba, do you think it's better to kill him or get a ransom?" Wang Chao asked Ba Liming.
"Cut off his capitalist tail first."
Baliming looked at Wang Chao, and answered quite cleverly.