The Empress’s Gigolo

"Oh? Ren Baqian appeared? There is an unknown woman beside me? Someone has gone downhill? How many people? What is the purpose? I know, you stare, and I will pass." Yang Sen hung up the phone and hurriedly Go downstairs to Laoshan.

When he was almost down the Laoshan Mountain, his eyes swept aside, and he suddenly shouted, "Stop."

The driver stopped the car quickly, and Yan Sen rolled down the window and looked out, and saw two men, one and seven to five and eight and eight, who were both physically fit and swollen, approached the door of the hotel.

Although the two men were unfamiliar, he had seen photos many times. In fact, most of the people on the mountain are of this type, and the bald head reflecting the light under the sun can be recognized even by looking at the back.

"What are they doing here?" Yang Sen's thoughts came to mind, and they saw the two swaying to the flagpole at the entrance of the hotel. They put their hands on the flagpole and pressed it. A white steel flagpole with a thickness of more than ten centimeters was caught Twisted.

The appearance of the two people was more frightening, and naturally they attracted a lot of people's attention when they entered the hotel door.

I wanted to step forward to ask the security guards of the two, and was so frightened that he stopped.

Then the two of them ran away, carrying a flagpole, not the main entrance. They carried a ten-meter-high flagpole across the fence, and ran away in the wind ...

Everyone at the hotel entrance was stunned by the shocking scene just now.

There was also a group of tourists who had just got off the bus, and they all stared at the sight.

"Oh, my God!" The sound of cold breath came and went!

Looking at the three flagpoles, there is now only one solitary standing there. Someone moved forward incredulously with a look of disbelief, this thing is really not made of wheat straw!

Then Yang Sen's phone rang.

"I saw the matter, you take care of it, I'll go up the mountain." Yang Sen picked up the phone and said, watching the two people at the end of the eyes away.

"At this speed, it must be sixty miles!" The driver looked at the two people in front of him and drove to catch up, but couldn't help but exclaim.

You know, this is not a car, but a human!

One hour and sixty kilometers, one minute and one kilometer, and six seconds and one hundred meters, even the trapeze was not so fast, and the two kept moving at the same speed, at least one kilometer away.

"Follow me," Yang Sen said.

The speed of 100 meters and 6 seconds is acceptable if it is only a few hundred meters or a few hundred meters, even if it has already broken the world record.

It can be horrible to run a few kilometers at the same speed, even to the villa.

This shows that the speed of the other party's burst is much higher than this speed, and it may reach 100 seconds, three seconds, or even two seconds or one second.

This speed is terrible.

Is this the strength of that caveman? Even if it is an elite soldier, this strength is too terrible.

Jansen knew from the beginning that the other party was a soldier. After all, the battle-strength momentum could be recognized at a glance. It's just that I don't know what level of soldiers they are.

He has observed these people with a detector. The strength contained in his body is about the level of thirty to forty domestic elite special forces. The value is between 1,000 and 1,300, which is almost a shrinking Hulk.

At this time, it seems that there is no weakness in speed.

Dealing with enemies of this speed in complex terrain is a disaster.

In a second or two, I can come to you from a hundred meters away. Unless the distance is widened in the open area, the opponent can't react. In places with complicated environments such as cities, the distance is often only tens of meters, dozens of meters, or even a few meters.

It can be said that the other party hasn't waited for a response, and the other party has come to you and beat you to death. These people don't even need weapons, their bodies are extremely powerful weapons.

No wonder the two people were never caught in the Southern Dynasties, and the two people who went there eventually found them out.

No wonder those agents died in a short time.

So the question comes ... what happened to the bullet holes on them? He didn't feel that at such a short distance, those agents could hurt so many people, even if they were armed with weapons.

Jansen drove far behind those two people. The driver occasionally made a lap while passing by along the way. The two men carried a white steel flagpole and ran faster than the car!

When Jansen arrived outside the villa, the flagpoles were all up.

On the ground in the middle of the villa, two people inserted the flagpole into the ground and went straight into the ground for more than two meters.

Jansen also determined that those people could indeed travel long distances at this speed. From the hotel to here, at least five or six kilometers, the speed of the two people was not reduced, and it seemed that there was still room to spare.

But immediately he had no time to think about it, but was attracted by the situation in the yard.

Ren Baqian stood there with a dozen people, and a big man **** with flowers was being tied to a rope on a flagpole.

Behind the crowd was Qi Zixiao in a red suit, holding her arms and standing coldly.

It was surrounded by members of the M87 department who remained here.

"Raise the flag!" Ren Baqian said in front of a dozen people.

Then came a familiar sound of music.

"Get up, starving slaves

Up, suffering people all over the world

The blood is full of boiling, to fight for truth.

The old world fell to the ground and the slaves rose.

Don't say we have nothing, we want to be masters of the world ... "

"Boom!" Everyone in the M87 department watching the crowd was shocked when they heard the music. What is this going to do?

International song? Or the Tang Dynasty band version?

"Raise the flag, what are you waiting for? Slowly rise, be ceremonial and solemn!" Ren Baqian said at the woman wearing mast jeans and white shirt under the flagpole.

"Learn me, salute."

brush!

More than a dozen people learned that Ren Baqian raised his arm ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ With his palm pointed at his temple, he looked gleefully at the big man with a wooden ball in his mouth tied with a big flower, and the music rose slowly ... Wandering ... in the wind ...

"Fuck!" The M87 department was even more shocked. Can they still play like this? They all want to shout 666.

Yang Sen almost didn't spray in the distance. What are you doing?

Ran to the hotel under the mountain to grab two flagpoles, scared the eye, just to raise a flag ... is to raise a person ...

"Li Li." Ren Yaqian closed it.

The people behind them drew their hands down, many people thought it was very fun, and then they raised their hands up, down, up, and down.

"Mr. Ren, are you ...?" Yang Sen stepped forward and asked.

"Let him fly for a while!" Ren Baqian turned his head and looked at Xu Wei, who was hung on the flagpole.