Chapter 889： 　 sudden change

The corners of Old Baker's mouth twitched, and his veins appeared, his face exploding. But those who know him know that this old man is sinister. Don't look at his angry face, his emotions. In fact, he was calmer than anyone else. The old man sneered again and again: "It's a big tone. I want to know, where did your support come from. The woman behind you? Or the army that is destined to not enter the casino?"

"I'll do the math. The Eagle went to the Garden of Eden, and your son and Fording went together. Horn, what cards do you have to play?"

Horn laughed: "I said, Uncle Baker, you are old and confused. That's right, I am a card player. But don't forget that I am the biggest trump card."

Then he did not go to see the old man, looked at Edric, Horn smiled and said: [Pig^Pig^Island^Novel][www].[zhu][].[] "Is the steak delicious?"

Edric raised his head and sighed bitterly: "It's not very good, this stuff is a bit overcooked."

"Then you still eat. Edric, I told you earlier that gluttony is bad for your health and it hurts your spleen and stomach." Horn said calmly, "Tell me honestly, what makes you tempted. It's Old Baker alone. Half of the industry is worth your risk, I don’t believe it."

"What are you doing now?" Edric sighed, wiped his hands with a napkin, and clapped his hands three more times. After a while, three figures rushed into the hall from behind the partition, lined up behind the fat man. The three men, two men and one woman, all wore suits, just like Edric's bodyguards. But these three popular players are huge, and you can see that they are not weak.

Anna squinted her eyes and whispered, "Major General's combat power."

Edric gave her a thumbs up: "Anna knows the goods. I heard that you have become a widow. Or don't talk to Horn, just follow me. Although you are a little older, you can be mature and mature. Huo. Eun is too old to chew, my bird is different."

Anna smiled instead of anger.

Horn's fingers lightly squeezed the tabletop, raised his head and swept across the three people behind the fat man: "It's hard for you. I actually caught three little guys who can be put on the table."

"Don't be afraid to tell you directly." Edric continued to pick up the knife and fork: "I heard that Old Baker hired that black knife to kill you. I don't know the process, but Mayphy is back. I also go to find the old man. Baker theory, of course, the end is not very good. Lord Horn, if you kill Mayphy, I would not dare to cooperate with Old Baker, but Mayphy survived. Tsk, that’s different."

"Edric, your head is probably full of lard. How else would I have never thought that Mayphy shouldn't be let go by me on purpose?" Horn said unhurriedly.

Edric stopped moving and looked up at Old Baker. The latter simply closed his eyes, the fat man squinted his eyes, and then said with a smile: "Is it on purpose or not. I am not the protagonist tonight. I am only responsible for eating. You love to make troubles and make troubles. Just splash water on me."

Horn laughed, and the three of them glanced across behind him: "You're all sitting here, and you still expect dripping water. Edric, the three little guys behind you are not qualified to stop the flooding. . But you are still smart, just keep neutral, then I will settle accounts with you later."

Then he looked at Old Baker: "Uncle, what other cards do you have to shake out together. You see my time is limited, let's deal with this matter quickly."

Old Baker grinned and looked at Tyre angrily: "What are you doing in a daze!"

Tyre sighed: "I haven't become the owner of the house yet, but he has a bigger temper than the owner."

He coughed dryly.

From the rooms on both sides of the hall, a group of fully armed soldiers suddenly emerged. They were all dead soldiers carefully trained by Tyre, and each had a level of ten or more. The standard equipment is a set of "flaming soldiers", this set of magic weapons can be said to be the famous work of Bethkod Magic Weapon Factory, but now it is used to deal with people within the family, as ironic as it is.

A total of 30 soldiers and soldiers, all around the long table, turned their raging rifles towards Horn. The lines on the gun light up and enter the source force filling stage. Anna's discoloration changed slightly, she knew very well about the offensive of the raging fire rifle, otherwise it would not be gradually promoted in the federal army, and it would become the standard of the army. These dozens of guns were about to fire together, and Horn probably wouldn't be hurt, but she couldn't tell.

Old Baker laughed, Horn's expression remained unchanged, but he glanced lightly at Tyre.

Tyre smiled bitterly and sighed, and pointed a finger at Old Baker. Suddenly dozens of guns turned slammed, and the muzzle was aimed at the old man. Old Baker's face changed, and he looked at Tyr and said in a dark tone: "What are you doing?"

"You bought Horne?"

Tyre shrugged, then grabbed a cup next to him and smashed it on Edric's plate and said, "I'm still eating, is the play over?"

The fat man smashed his knife and fork: "I'm really hungry for acting as a fart."

He looked at the old Baker, licked his fat lips and said: "But with the old Baker's property, it is barely enough to fill his stomach."

Old Baker looked shocked. Angrily said: "Fat pig, do you dare to yin me?"

"Why don't you dare?" Edric said to Hornnunu, "Except for old Horn, who have you been afraid of for so many years? You? An old man who is dying? Don't be kidding."

He scratched his head again: "But I didn't expect that this guy Tyre...heh, I thought he could even take over his territory this time."

Afro sneered: "I have such a big appetite, I am not afraid to die."

"Don't be afraid, it's better to die than to starve to death." The fat man said sincerely, and then said to Horn: "Now the old Baker's little ground force should be almost cleaned, and the arrangement of this old thing is not enough."

The corners of Old Baker's mouth twitched. This time it was really twitching. He said hoarsely, "It turns out that the Black Hawk you blocked Horne is a fake. It's true that you expose my arrangement to them!"

"I found out only now, so you old man died sooner," Edric murmured.

Horn said at this moment: "You can see it, Uncle Baker. I said you are not my opponent, and Edric is greedy. It's okay that you would use half of the property to buy him, but I offered him The condition is to accept all your properties. Which side do you think this greedy guy will stand on, and Tyre. Tyre’s position has always been neutral, so it gives you the illusion that you can buy it, but you don’t want to think about it. Why Tyre has been able to remain neutral for so long, I don’t think I have such a good temper. I gave Tyre to be able to stand in such a detached position."

Old Baker's eyes rolled randomly.

Horn stood up and sighed: "Whether it is Edric or Thiel, I have played this game decades ago. But you just played a few chess pieces in a hurry and thought you could come back. Uncle Baker, in the end I looked at you high."

At this time, Raiden walked to Old Baker and bent over and said in a low voice: "Just received the report, our people... are over." Old Baker's face was as gray as death, his body trembled, and the whole portrait was ten years old instantly. At this moment, the thunder and lightning standing beside him hit the old man's chest with an unpredictable elbow. Old Baker spurted blood and flew upside down. He fell to the ground and pointed at the thunder and was speechless for a while.

Suddenly, even Tyre and Edric's eyelids twitched. Only Horne said for granted: "Raiden, whose real name is Jory. Twenty years ago, you not only killed the opponent in order to annex a force against you." The leader of, also slaughtered fifty-three people, including his brothers, wives, and children. It happened that Joly was not at home and escaped, but his father, the leader’s younger brother, died at you for no reason. In the hands. Over the years, Jory has never stopped his plans for revenge."

"He can be regarded as a dark game I put next to you, and he has endured hard over the years. After all, it is not easy to gain your trust. But after ten years of security supervisor by your side, I miss Joe Here is already very familiar with your industry and operations. Isn't that true, Jory?"

Raiden nodded silently.

"So even if you die, your kingdom won't collapse. It's just a change of owner." Horn sat down and nodded and said, "What do you want to do now, whatever you want."

Raiden walked towards Old Baker step by step, pointing to the scar on his face and said: "I am afraid of being discovered by you. I personally drew this scar on my face back then. Every time I look in the mirror, it reminds me not to forget what you are. Everything you do. Today, I accept your old life!"

Old Baker spit out a mouthful of blood, stood up with his chest, and smiled sideways: "Just because you are a **** who jumped out from nowhere? When I killed someone, you were not born yet. If you want to kill me, just Come and try." He put down his hand, and a strong dark purple flame continued to penetrate through his body. A gloomy energy quietly rose on the old man, and Old Baker's eyes were gradually filled with purple light. If there were two more corners, it would be like a demon crawling out of hell.

The three elders of Bethkod, and the old Baker, who was also called the butcher, were they a master who was slaughtered. Thunder and lightning were not easy, but without hesitation, he shouted loudly, and the lighting in the hall kept flickering. Electric currents thick and thin from the fingers swept from the wires buried in the wall in the hall and wrapped around the thunder and lightning, and there was a crackling sound immediately.

Old Baker snorted and yelled, "Walshine, are you still not doing it? Are you also the **** arranged by Horn?"

At the end of the speech, the golden sailboat that served as a partition silently shattered to the ground. Suddenly there was no partition, and everyone in the hall could clearly see that only one of the five bodyguards brought by Old Baker was left. The other four were all lying under his feet, pools of blood flowing out and converging into a small puddle of blood.

Still wearing sunglasses, the man named Walshine by the old Baker looked ordinary at first glance, especially after wearing sunglasses, nothing special. He belongs to the kind of public face that will be forgotten when thrown in the crowd, but he is now in circulation, but it is not just a person who has such a masterful attitude.

He walked forward silently.

Thiel made a gesture when a row of dead men raised guns at him. Walshine raised his hand expressionlessly and waved it like a fly. The row of dead soldiers had not even fired a shot, and everyone was blown into a ball of blood, even the raging fire rifles in their hands were completely Deformed and twisted, falling into the blood mud on the ground.

So tyrannical!