DC Tyrant

The sea breeze was blowing, accompanied by the sound of a large, sunken black greasy oil barrel rolling on the ground, knocking and bumping.

It's dead silent here, it's creepy.

"I need some dogs to do my errands."

Buddy glanced at everyone coldly and stayed on Mike.

He showed his invulnerable body, with the strength of a bullet with a single shot, accurate, with a dozen bullets in his hand, he could easily annihilate them.

When the butler saw that Buddy just wanted to take Mike as his subordinate, he was relieved, as long as he didn't get angry and implicate them.

The physical strength displayed by Bardi made him horrified. How could there be such a person in a body that can't be hit by bullets?

Mike's body stiffened and his breathing stopped.

Buddy pointed a bullet facing him, like a bullet, but with the power of a bullet, it would kill him.

Mike didn't have any doubts, once he resisted strongly, Bardi would kill him mercilessly.

Find a few dogs to help him with errands, there are many people in this world.

In the same way, Mike didn't hesitate in the whistling sound of the sea breeze in Gotham, but it was amazing to succumb to the invulnerable monster in front of him, running errands and being a dog? It's good to be alive.

When the shot was fired, Mike was determined to either live or die, and he was relieved that no one was dead now.

He Mike, the war in Africa, the Triangle Devil's local area has come out, why is it difficult to keep your head down?

Then it's time to talk about treatment.

Mike thought to himself, what kind of treatment he planned to fight for, if he also had a body that couldn't be shot by a bullet, that would be great.

Thinking of this, Mike's heart was burning.

Just when he sorted out the words and wanted to speak.

However, Mike saw Bardi's head turned to one side at this time, showing a satisfied look.

He turned his stiff neck suspiciously and turned to look at his subordinates.

"you…"

All of a sudden, he caught his breath in his throat, his face turned purple, and he really wanted to vomit blood.

I saw several of his subordinates kneeling on the ground in unison, silently lowering the guns to the ground, with an attitude of begging for forgiveness.

The guy closest to him winked and reminded in a low voice, "Mike, get down on your knees, or you might die."

Several people continued to nod their heads in agreement, nodding desperately, revealing that Mike, why are you confused at this time, if you don't kneel down quickly, you will die!

At most after this scene, we are running away, we can't die here anyway.

Mike, this bearish Russian man, can't help but want to spit out a mouthful of old blood, I'll kill your mother!

When I was about to talk about my future treatment, all of you would kneel to me, a bunch of sluts, they knew that they betrayed me at this time, fuck, they actually knelt before me.

As the saying goes, there is a roaring soldier, and the subordinates that can be selected by Mike have a bit of style.

When you can show off your power, keep your head high and don't fall behind.

When you can fight for life and death, you will fight.

When there is a chance of life, let go of dignity and backbone first.

Mike was so angry, Xiong Zhuang's chest kept heaving and his face was flushed, this group of hopeless guys.

Badi expressed his satisfaction. He rarely met such a wise person, and he seldom knelt on the ground immediately after being threatened, expressing submission, especially in contemporary society, no one would think that he was inferior to the other.

In fact, in contrast, people are very different, but they just don't want to admit it.

Two eyes, one nose, one mouth, two hands, opposite feet, if someone else can be the president, you can only move the bricks. Where is the difference, in all aspects.

Therefore, Badi really likes people who can recognize him clearly. Kneel when he should kneel. If he is stubborn, I will send you on the road, so as not to get in my eyes.

So Badi can also recognize himself clearly, know his weight, the general trend of the world's development, some people, and some things.

So, the world is its own.

Buddy's eyes looked back at Mike again, and his heart tightened. Buddy's ruthless and indifferent eyes seemed to say, there are already a few dogs, enough, one less is not important.

Mike forced himself to be calm, his face was solemn, his face was solemn and majestic, he snorted coldly: "I have never experienced anything in Mike's life, from Africa to Bermuda, from Thailand and Myanmar, and created the War Bear Mercenary. Squad, fought hundreds of battles, big and small, and never died!"

"Now, you want me to be a dog under your feet?"

Mike Xiongzhuang's body is held high, his language is sonorous, and his bones are unyielding. He is simply a tough guy who never gives in on the battlefield. At the moment of the **** and bleak death, his will to never give in seems to be burning.

The sea breeze whistled endlessly, as if they were all sending Mike a tragic farewell.

The subordinate next to him heard his words, his face changed suddenly, and he looked at his boss in disbelief, that he had such a strong iron bone.

The eyes of the housekeeper and Mario on the other side also raised admiration.

What a tough guy!

Badi also admires people who are not afraid of death, so he does not hesitate to start.

"In that case..."

Bardi said quietly.

His fingers began to tighten, and the bullet was ready to fire.

"In that case!"

"Then I'll be your dog."

With a 'bang', Mike Xiongzhuang's body suddenly lowered, his knees slammed to the ground, making a sound.

His chest is high and high, his face is resolute, and even his lumbar spine is very straight.

The complexion of his subordinates returned to normal, and he was still their boss, fortunately.

The housekeeper and Mario's faces twitched subtly. Mike's kneeling made them collapse in admiration by surprise.

You said this scene, you are such a strong man, with such a sonorous tone, how good it is to die, it makes people admire.

When I knelt down, there was no admiration at all.

Badi's fingers trembled, and when he knelt down, even he was caught off guard, and almost ejected the bullet from his fingertips.

Even he thought that Mike was going to die generously and not give in.

Who knew that when he turned a corner, he knelt louder than anyone else, holding his head high, as if he had done something proud, which made people feel weird.

He took a deep look at Mike, made Mike look hairy, couldn't help shivering, and said with a stiff neck: "I'm just kneeling a little late, you can't kill me."

Buddy twitched the corner of his mouth, and threw the bullets in his hand on the ground, which was regarded as taking over his dog and his subordinates.

The crisp sound of bullets hitting the ground fell to the ground.

Only then did everyone know that Badi caught more than a dozen bright-yellow bullets out of thin air.

"Take my money and follow me."

Buddy took a step and walked towards Gotham.