The big black man said, his mouth inadvertently showed a trace of pride, as if Fu Tao entered the'Satan's back garden', which already means his death, the end of their mission, and the vengeance of Master Boyev. Must be reported.
But this inadvertent smile clearly fell in the eyes of Bruce Boyev who was aside, and a sharp expression flashed across the corner of his eyes, as if it were a beast that was instantly irritated.
"Huhu..."
It turned out to be the sound of a foreign body cutting through the air. The big black man of nearly a hundred kilograms was instantly like a dead dog. Bruce Boyev grabbed his neck and lifted it up in the air!
"Coco..."
It was the hard breathing from the big black man's throat. He did not expect that his leader, who always seemed to be a weak scholar, could have such a explosive power at this moment.
Especially the five fingers like steel claws, as hard as molten iron, clasping his neck tightly, as if sucking away all the strength of his whole body at any moment, making him even the most basic movement There is no strength, except for kicking his own legs, with earnest and pleading expressions in his eyes, and there is no other way to do it!
Obviously Bruce Boyev had really moved to kill him. In his almost crazy eyes, it turned out to be like a raging fire, as if he wanted to burn the big black man in front of him directly to ashes.
As the direct leader of the Ghost Party, Bruce Boyev dedicated everything he had to this organization, but in the eyes of his respected father, he was even worse than his own son, and was angry with his father. He, seeing the almost scornful sneer of his subordinates, seemed to be the same as the old Boyev, mocking his incompetence and his cowardice.
However, what this big black man did not expect was that a ninja who could endure all the blinding and crowding around, and even treat all contempt, unbearable and ignorance as his driving force, his endurance, determination and perseverance far exceeded that of any ordinary person , This is why Bruce Boyev raised the black man at the moment, his eyes will show fear.
But when he saw the gaze in the eyes of his leader that almost burned himself, the fear in the heart of this big black man instantly turned into a threat of death, as if he was a person without any ability, even his own life. Ants that have no right to control can be pinched to death by the opponent at any time.
"Heh..." The big black man made two whimpers from his throat again. With almost his whole strength, he held Bruce Boyev's wrists tightly with both hands while exerting force. 'S pleading:
"First... Chief... I... I was wrong... Please... ······Please forgive me for my life············"
When Bruce Boyev heard his subordinates begging for mercy, the blaze-like gaze in his eyes seemed to be instantly shrouded in smoke and rain, and began to slowly extinguish. Obviously, the black man’s begging eyes were completely moved. For Bruce Boyev, after all, every member of the Ghost Party was carefully selected by him and trained at a great price.
"Kang Dang..."
It was the sound of the big black man being smashed to the ground. When his body was broken into a sack, the moment he was thrown to the ground by Bruce Boyev, the big black man felt that his bones all over his body were falling apart. , Especially his internal organs, as if at that moment, they were completely turned over.
"Ahem..."
This big black man lay on the ground like an old dog on the verge of death, coughing heavily while panting fiercely, as if the nutrients in the air were his new vitality.
At this moment, I just listened to Bruce Boyev's heavy cold snort, and squinted sternly at the big black man lying on the ground. Although there was a little bit of anger in his eyes, there was a strong killing intent. , But not the slightest reduction, as if a look can completely kill the black man who collapsed on the ground, only listening to Boyev said coldly:
"Listen to me. In front of me, there is no possibility or approximation. What I want is the body of that guy. If he is really dead, bring his head back. If you can't find it, then Bring your head back."
Bruce Boyev finished speaking, put his hands back, and left without looking back.
And the big black man who collapsed on the ground, although breathing has gradually stabilized, and even the sequelae of being pinched has gradually disappeared, but his heart is still uneasy, and the heart beating like a magnitude ten earthquake still has lingering palpitations. It seemed that Bruce Boyev's eyes had completely strangled his soul.
"Breathe··········"
The big black man took a few deep breaths and gradually calmed down his uneasy heart, but when he tried to stand up, he realized that his legs were completely soft, and the crotch was still a little wet. Think how terrifying the threat Bruce Boyev just caused him.
"Fuck," he heard the black man scolding his mother while staggering up from the ground. He did not expect that a weak scholar would usually be in front of the old Boyev, in front of the entire Boyev family, and even In front of his son, he was only a promise, a person who did not even dare to breathe, turned out to be a hidden master, he only heard his sigh and complained:
"Chief, you can hide so deeply, if it weren't for today, I guess I wouldn't even know how I died!"
When this big black man thought of this, a flash of light suddenly flashed in his heart, as if he was a confused person walking in the dark, suddenly seeing hope, his face that was originally scared by the fear of death turned pale in the next moment. , Just listen to his encouragement while smiling to himself:
"But with a leader like you who can tolerate, I believe that the future of our Ghost Party is bound to be bright!"
When the big black man said this, his nervous heart instantly became agitated. He actually trot all the way to the door. Obviously, he was going to execute the order of Bruce Boyev just now.
Perhaps most people can’t understand why a subordinate, a servant who was almost cut off by his leader, is not afraid, not timid, but like seeing the light when he finds that his leader is a master who can tolerate. , Walking out like chicken blood
The reason is simple. As a member of the Ghost Party, as a killer who can only lurch in the dark forever, their mission is to help the huge family of Boyev remove all the enemies who want to rush out of the darkness in the dark. It has no effect or meaning.
And as a huge Boyev family, no one will remember the contributions of the Ghost Party, let alone their bloody fighters behind them. All the fruits of victory and all the honors after victory have nothing to do with them. That's why The reason for their leader Bruce Boyev's low status in the entire family.
But now it’s different. It’s recognized by everyone that he can take over the old Boyev’s position and continue to lead the entire Boyev family. Little Boyev is dead. Under such circumstances, everyone is fighting. Sovereign right.
As the leader of the Ghost Party, Bruce Boyev, with his forbearing character and hidden skills, coupled with well-trained members of the Ghost Party, is enough to help him get the position of the patriarch of the Boyev family, and this All the fuse must be Bruce Boyev personally get the head of killing his own son and killing the enemy that the old Boyev hated before he is eligible to enter the patriarchal campaign.
At that time, one person will gain the Tao, and the chickens and dogs will ascend to the sky. These killers like rats in the underground waterway will be able to follow Bruce Boyev's ascendancy and swagger onto the ground, fighting for their true honor and status. This is what they expect as a chicken and dog.
So when this big black guy told the remaining seven killers of the Ghost Party what he had learned and speculations, their faces were the same as the big black guys, filled with happy and expectant smiles, and what's more, even He has already started to pack his luggage, and I can't wait to immediately follow Fu Tao's pace, catch up with him, and solve him as soon as possible.
At this moment, Bruce Boyev, who was standing in front of the electronic display screen, looked at the morale of the remaining eight killers under his men, with full confidence, his mouth finally showed a satisfied smile.
If he can, he would rather continue to play until he really gets the position of patriarch, but the current situation, especially the crisis of confidence caused by the old Boyev, makes Bruce Boyev have to show his cards in advance. He knows too well. These killers under their own hands are too eager for light, too eager for honor and status, and which hand they showed to the big black man is to tell them that your leader is not a waste, and your leader is aspiring and willing A wise leader who forbears his goal.
Sure enough, just as Bruce Boyev had expected, the big black man had already guessed his own experience, told his brother about everything from one to ten. This effect is far better than his own painstaking effort to make chicken soup for the soul. The atmosphere is much more realistic and effective.
Seeing them packing their luggage one by one and getting ready to go, Bruce Boyev nodded in satisfaction, grinned lightly at the corner of his mouth, and muttered to himself proudly:
"Haha, Johnson, you deserve to be my most proud pawn. If it weren't for you, I really don’t know what reason should be used to make you willing to die, but you can rest assured that I, Bruce Boyev, is not an ungrateful person. , When I take the position of patriarch, I will never treat your family badly."
Bruce Boyev said here, his grinning lips suddenly closed tightly, and the chucking sound of the upper and lower teeth rubbed in his mouth, as if he had made up his mind in his heart.