The two men in suits had bulging waists, and it was obvious that they were wearing weapons.
But this is not important. What is important is that these two people came over and put their hands on him.
If it was a beautiful woman, it would be fine, but two grown men, how could he bear this? He went up and punched them to the ground with two fists, and said with a stern face: "What do you want to do?"
He stared at Reid with a slightly cold expression.
"It's just a necessary inspection. You don't think it's that easy to meet our boss!"
Seeing Colin resisting, Reed replied with confidence in his heart in a cold voice. At the same time, the gunmen who had been lying in ambush inside the villa noticed the movement at the door, and they ran out with submachine guns in hand, aiming at him.
"Let me ask you a question." He looked up at the gunman who had run out, then looked at Reed and asked, "Your boss is indeed here, right?"
"Of course he is, and you, a yellow monkey, will also see him, but you won't be standing, you'll be kneeling!"
Reed spoke in a bad tone, as if he wanted to vent all the resentment and anger he had endured before.
"That's good."
Colin said calmly, ignoring the many gunmen who surrounded him, and walked towards the villa.
Peng!
A gunshot rang out.
Bullets hit the ground where Colin was moving. A middle-aged white man who looked like a gangster elite pointed a smoking pistol at Colin and said, "Stop, kid! If you still want to live!"
Colin paused for a moment, looked at the bullet embedded in the concrete, sneered, and continued forward at a steady pace.
The white man who was speaking raised his eyebrows, and without hesitation, he aimed at Colin's right leg and pulled the trigger.
Boom!
The crisp sound is like the sound of metal clashing.
The bullet did not hit Colin's leg and cause a splash of blood as expected. Instead, it fell to the ground as if it had hit a steel plate.
The middle-aged white man who fired the gun had his pupils contracted, and he decisively ordered those around him: "Shoot! Kill him!"
Dozens of submachine guns fired at the same time, and countless bullets turned into a metal torrent that fell on every part of Colin's body.
He endured the strange feeling brought by the bullets and continued to move forward. When the bullets in one magazine were gradually used up and the gunshots gradually became sparse, he looked up and asked the middle-aged white man who first ordered the shooting: "Are you done?"
The panicked gunman hurriedly changed magazines, trying to continue the attack.
But the middle-aged white man who gave the order was sure during this round of attack that this was not an opponent that their current firepower could deal with.
After yelling at his gunmen to put away their guns, he took a deep breath, looked at Colin and asked, "What do you want?"
Existences like this are legends even in the entire underground world.
And if they are approached without their proactive action, it must be because they have something the other party needs.
His mind was still relatively clear, so he figured this out easily.
Colin laughed when he heard this.
"I have a little favor that I need your help with."
"Of course, you can refuse, but the consequences..."
With a smile on his face, Colin stretched out his hand and broke Reed's neck. In the horrified eyes of the people around him, he cast a spell on the corpse in his hand: Skeleton Resurrection.
Blood was spurting, and the bones seemed to have their own will, tearing apart their own flesh and blood, and standing up independently.
The strong smell of blood filled the entire villa. The extremely bloody and horrifying scene made most of the gunmen vomit uncontrollably, and some of the more timid ones even wet their pants out of fear.
Colin looked around, enduring a slightly nauseous feeling, patted the skeleton warrior's shiny forehead, and whispered to the middle-aged white man standing not far away, whose pupils seemed to shrink to the limit, "It's beautiful, isn't it?"
Colin's voice woke the middle-aged white man from his shock.
He looked down at the broken pieces of flesh and blood and the skull with its big mouth and empty eye sockets staring at him, took a deep breath and said, "I understand. The Blacks family will obey all your orders."
"Are you their leader? Can you make the decision?" Colin asked, looking at him.
"No, but I believe that Boss Dulu will definitely make the same choice." The middle-aged white man shook his head and said, then gave an order to the gunman who was still able to hold on:
"Gar, Barlett, you two take people to pick up these body parts. Bolton, you are responsible for leading this gentleman to the reception room."
After giving the order to the gunman, the middle-aged white man turned around and said to Colin nervously, "I'm sorry that I can't accompany you in person, but in order to facilitate the conversation later, please allow me to inform my boss first."
Colin stood there listening, looking at him, and suddenly laughed: "I am a little surprised that there is someone like you in an ordinary gang..."
As he spoke, he looked at the other person who remained motionless and replied casually: "It's okay for you to go and notify them first, but don't even think about running away. I have memorized the soul aura of everyone in this villa. I'm sorry for disappointing you. For you, the consequences should still be a little terrifying."
Colin raised his little finger to make a gesture. The middle-aged white man looked at it and said calmly, "I understand. Boss Dulu and I will come to visit you in ten minutes at the latest."
"Burton." He straightened up and looked at a white young man in his twenties.
"Yes!" The boy looked at the skeleton with some fear, but still suppressed his panic, walked to Colin and led the way, saying, "Please follow me."
Colin glanced at him, then controlled the skeleton and followed him.
The detached villa was quite large, and it took about three minutes just to walk through the garden and reach the living room.
After asking the boy named Bolton to leave, Colin sat on the chair and looked into the reception room.
The effect of killing the chicken to scare the monkey was better than expected. At least everyone present was frightened. Although to be honest, when he stepped forward under the bullet, he had basically achieved what he wanted.
But it would be fine if Reed just hated him, but there were so many people who hated him that he didn't care if there were two more of them.
But this bastard actually wanted to take revenge on Miss Julie who gave him a kind reminder. In order to completely solve this problem and prevent Miss Julie from encountering some unfortunate things because of him, he had no choice but to take drastic measures to get rid of this guy.
I obviously want to be a good person... Ke Lin thought with some melancholy in his heart.
Crunch…
There was a sound at the door. Colin collected his thoughts and looked up.
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