DC Tyrant

The sea breeze whistled in the dark night, and the waves crashed and splashed.

Badi landed on the shore, his body was shocked, and the water droplets flowing on his body were instantly shaken away. His hands ran along the wet hair, and the hair that had reached his shoulders was turned back with his hands, revealing a resolute face with clear water chestnuts. The scar on his face gave him an unruly and arrogant indifference.

The water droplets that shook Badi's body formed a mist that followed the sea breeze and blew toward Hank's face, making his stunned expression recover.

There is no way not to be stunned. Just after the transaction with Falcone was completed, such a person suddenly appeared without any clothes on.

That's right, no clothes at all, no underwear.

A slender and sturdy body, like a Greek beauty, with knife marks on the body, it is simply a work of art like a sculpture from the battlefield.

Hank was blown by the sea breeze and mist on his face, and he recovered, and then he turned to look at the middle-aged and elderly housekeeper on the opposite side.

The one who can make up his mind on the other side won't be Mario, a little guy who has been brought out for training and training experience. If it wasn't for his strong character and innocent youth, this guy would have been hacked long ago.

Of course, there are also some reasons why the Sopranos like Falcone can't be offended, but Hank will not admit it.

The one who could make up his mind was the middle-aged and elderly housekeeper who was watching with concern. When Hank turned his head, he saw that the housekeeper also had a strange look on his face.

Hank was a little relieved, it wasn't that the black eats the black, but how could the black eat the black climb out of a person from the sea, just pull out a gun and shoot it.

The two groups of people stared at Badi.

Bardi was not ashamed at all, his spine erect, indescribable and indescribable, he was fully exposed.

It's just revealing, what's all the fuss about?

His eyes swept over Hank and the others, then over Mario Falcone, over his backside his subordinates in suits and the butler, and finally his glance returned to the dark greasy oil drum, the two boxes .

He focused his attention on the box containing the US dollars. He was in need of US dollars right now. Whether it was to carry out his Tyranny or his career, having a sum of money was not essential.

Bardi's eyes stayed for a while, and he began to see through his eyes. He counted the amount of one million US dollars. He was not satisfied with this amount, but as a fund to start his business, it was still ok.

Perspective line of sight, is that Bardi spans most of the territory of the United States, sunbathing every day for a few months, and the ability to bask in the sun is accumulated enough, and then there is.

Seeing Buddy's gaze, Hank was upset. You, a pervert without clothes, nodding at your dollar, what does it mean to be considered as something in your pocket?

He took out a Colt python revolver directly from his waist, pointed at Bardi, and said with a sneer: "What are you looking at? Bastard!"

Hank's behavior directly caused the atmosphere to become tense, and his subordinates also drew guns one after another, pointing at Badi, with pistols, AK rifles, etc.

This series of actions also made Mario nervous, and they took out their guns, some pointing at Bardi and some in Hank's direction.

The middle-aged and elderly housekeeper was secretly shocked. He didn't expect that these rough bears even carried rifles, but fortunately, there were RPG rocket launchers and grenades behind him. Generally speaking, they would not suffer.

But the young master's skin and flesh are precious, how could there be losses here, even if the skin is scratched by stray bullets, it is a loss.

The middle-aged and elderly housekeeper did not wait for Badi to speak, but took a step forward and warned Hank: "Hank, our transaction is complete."

The transaction is completed, which means that Hank's broken affairs will not be dealt with by him, whether he robs others, or others rob him, or kills, he will not deal with it, lest his own young master have an accident.

After speaking to Hank, the butler stooped slightly and said to his own Master Mario, "Master, it's time to go home."

Mario Falcone obviously hadn't experienced this kind of thing much. He was stunned for a moment, glanced at Bardi, who was naked, and couldn't bear it, but he still listened to the butler's words, took the box, turned around and went back to the butler. around.

Hank didn't stop it either. Indeed, as the housekeeper said, the transaction was completed, and the remaining Hank wanted to kill, or something else, it had nothing to do with them.

Hank spit to his feet and said contemptuously, "When did Gotham's Falcone family become so useless?"

The butler replied with a gentlemanly smile: "Recently, there was a troubled police officer in the Gotham Police Department. The master said that there are some unnecessary troubles. If you can touch as little as you can, you can touch as little as you can."

Hank made a cut, raised the hammer with his thumb, and said with a grin on his face, "Before you go, be a witness to my murder."

The housekeeper was a little stunned. He planned to leave early because he didn't want the young master to see him. He didn't expect Hank to shoot so decisively.

But seeing Hank murdering this kind of thing is a trivial matter for the Falcone family. Excessive.

"boom!"

Buddy has been watching their performances silently. He doesn't like to meddle in his own business, nor does he like others to meddle in his own business.

Gotham, Falcone, listening to their conversation, Bardi knew that he had reached Gotham by swimming.

After the sound of the gunshot, Bardi's indifferent eyes watched as the bullets shuttled through the air, spinning red and coming towards his heart.

He raised his right hand slightly, and the nail of his **** just scratched the edge of the bullet.

The bullet spun, like a red-hot razor, scraping off the fingernails of Badi's **** little by little, generating sparks, flying out of the original trajectory obliquely, and flying away from Badi's left hand.

I saw that the nail that was longer than the nail was scraped off by the bullet. Although some of the nail clippings were open and looked rough, it was fine, as long as it was repeated a few times, it could be trimmed like a nail with a few more angles. The pliers are so pretty.

Before that, he had thought about using a chainsaw to cut his nails, but he never thought that the effect of bullets might be better.

Badi nodded, quite satisfied.

Hank, Mario, the housekeeper, and the two groups of people were immediately stunned by Bardi's behavior.

Scrape bullets with your fingernails? ? ?

They only saw Hank fired a shot, and the sound was so loud that even the sea breeze couldn't stop the sound.

Then Badi covered his chest with his right hand, and the nail of his **** scraped an inch of sparks, and the bullet was ejected and fell into the sea.

Hank stared and opened his mouth. After a long time, he reacted and looked at his Colt Python revolver, a 9mm caliber revolver, brushed stainless steel and perfectly smooth like a mirror. The polished shape, beauty and power combined.

This pistol is definitely one of the best revolvers in the world.

But now... the result of the launch made everyone's head freeze.

"What the **** is this?"