189 Secret Door

The president of the Gold Spring Bank in Frankfurt is a middle-aged man with a big belly and a fat head. At this time, he is sitting on the soft sofa in the VIP box, crossing his legs, and impatiently shaking a glass of whiskey on the rocks. wine glass.

"Mother, why aren't you here yet?"

He cursed, and slammed the wine glass on the table.

As a promising billionaire, he is also a guest of this nightclub and enjoys the permanent right to use this VIP box——

In order to facilitate his work, the walls of this room are covered with a thick layer of sound-insulating pads, so that no matter how loud the noise inside is, it cannot be heard outside.

According to the past practice, the manager of the nightclub will send screenshots of the surveillance screen in the nightclub every ten minutes to the private chat group (the group is full of big figures like the president), if anyone takes a fancy to a certain customer, just notify The manager in charge, who would have the security team mobilized.

But now, the president has been sitting on the sofa for more than 20 minutes, not to mention the ordered goods, not even a single person who came to apologize.

"Fuck."

Furious and irritable, he patted the armrest of the sofa, stood up, moved his bloated body, and walked towards the door of the private room.

As soon as he put his palm on the doorknob, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a security guard covered in blood and with a long vertical scar on his chest was holding the door and fell in.

The president, who was still hot and unbearable just now, woke up in an instant, bowed down to cover the mouth of the security guard who wanted to scream, and dragged him into the door.

At the same time, the door was gently closed without making a sound, and the door was locked.

The president, who is an ordinary person, listened for a while, but he didn't hear anything, then he lowered his head and asked the security guard who was lying on his back gloomily,

"What's going on outside?"

As a blood slave, this security guard struggled not to die completely even though his stomach was disembowelled and blood flowed all over the ground—even the huge wound on his waist and abdomen was slowly healing.

Of course the president knows what kind of existence the Miller family that runs this nightclub is like.

In fact, in a few years, when his good friend Alex Miller is promoted to Viscount Blood, he will also be able to qualify for First Embrace,

Directly convert into an orthodox blood clan, and work as a cow and a horse for the Miller family in exchange for a chance of longevity-the blood clan also needs white gloves to manage and earn money.

The security guard's forehead was covered with sweat, his facial expression was ferocious and contorted, and he covered his belly with his palms to prevent the water from flowing out.

Hearing the president's question, he said hoarsely and lowly: "There are..."

Boom——

A long spear with a bone blade directly pierced through the thick and solid soundproof wall, and accurately headshot the security guard without losing momentum. With a random twist, he pulled a single head and slowly pulled it back.

This picture is a bit like eating strawberries with a toothpick.

!

The president's heart was beating so fast that it was about to burst, he immediately lay down on the ground, instead of crawling to the bathroom, he crawled to the corner of the wall ahead, his huge body huddled right under the half of the gun body.

The spear was withdrawn from the house, and the head of the security guard, still with a terrified expression, hit the wall and fell down with a thud.

Coincidentally, it fell into the arms of the president.

The four eyes met, the president's soul was about to leave his body and fly straight into the sky.

An eye peered inward through the round hole in the wall caused by the barrel of the gun.

"Is there no one here..."

Hearing the deep and terrifying voice of an old woman outside, the president hastily covered his mouth with his hands to prevent the sound of his teeth chattering from leaking out.

After a long time, he heard the footsteps of "Tat T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T" . The unknown existence holding a long gun seemed to have left here.

The president let go of the palm covering his mouth, and he felt that the pants under his buttocks had been soaked in urine.

Fortunately, survived...

He took a deep breath, resisted the urge to drop his head in his arms, and carefully placed it on the ground slowly,

Move your limbs like in slow motion, and crawl to the other side of the private room.

There is his mobile phone there, as long as he crawls over, he can take the mobile phone and hide in the toilet to notify others.

He landed on all fours like a dog, crawling humbly. Before he could take a few steps, his scalp felt numb.

The feeling of being watched.

The president seemed to be half-frozen, slowly turned his head (he could even hear the rusty click of his neck), and looked back.

On the wall near the corridor, one eye stared coldly at him lying on the ground through a hole in the wall.

"one left."

The old woman's voice sounded again.

The president collapsed to the ground and crawled backward with all fours, subconsciously wanting to scream.

Zheng——

The three-edged bone spear pierced the wall again,

The bony spine stretched out for a long distance, sending the gun blade straight into the head of the neck, pausing for a few seconds, as if to give the head of the line some time to savor it carefully.

"whoosh"

As the gun blade bounced back, a large amount of blood spurted from the governor's neck.

His eyes were wide open, his fat fingers were clutching his neck desperately, but he couldn't stop the blood from gushing out of his body, splashing wantonly on the ceiling, smearing a scarlet picture.

Slap.

The heavy body knelt down on the ground, no longer breathing.

Li Ang, who was walking in the corridor, casually flicked a gun flower, and flung out the scarlet spots on the gun blade.

He lightly pressed the three-edged bone spear against the wall, fired the gun blade through the wall panel, and easily harvested the living people in the house who were no longer worthy of being called human beings.

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In the box at the end of the corridor, the few remaining security guards surrounded Alex Miller with long guns and short cannons, standing at the end of the room.

Alex, who has a blood lineage, has blond hair that shines like the sun, a handsome and feminine appearance, and deep and blue eyes—but there is always a lingering perverse hostility and vanity between his eyebrows and eyes.

Several mortal rich children who were also playboys stood beside Alex tremblingly - some of them didn't even put on their clothes because they had too much fun just now.

Alex didn't even bother to look at these so-called "friends", his face was gloomy, and he softly called the name of the bodyguard assigned to him by his father, "Paul, what's going on outside?"

The man in the suit named Paul had a long and narrow face, like a horse's face, holding two long and narrow machetes with deep blood grooves in his hands.

Hearing Alex's shout, he turned his head while standing on the edge of the wall, pressing his blade against the wall, and shook his head gloomily, "Master, support is already on the way, you guys go through the secret passage first."

"Ok."

Alex didn't talk nonsense, just nodded.

Although this Paul is an elder who has watched him grow up with his own eyes, a blood slave is only a blood slave after all, and there is an insurmountable gap between him and his master, and it is a consumable that can be discarded at will.

Surrounded by bodyguards, Alex entered the toilet of the private room, swiped his finger under the glass mirror, and opened the secret door.

After the secret door was opened, he let several bodyguards walk into the secret passage, followed by himself.

The blood clan is immortal, not immortal. The long life did not make them look down on the mundane world, but even more afraid of death. Even the nightclubs and bars of their own forces have to set up secret doors and secret escape routes.

Paul watched Alex's figure completely disappear, shook his head, and continued to stare at the wall.

The ability of the blood race allowed him to clearly feel the sound of low footsteps sprinting in the distance of the corridor through the thick soundproof wall panels, running faster and faster, rushing towards this box!

It's now!

Paul's body swelled suddenly, and his long and narrow face became hideous and ugly. His nose protruded and rolled inward, his ears stretched back, and a layer of light black short hair appeared on his skin.

In less than half a second, he turned into a half-man, half-bat who was more than two meters tall, and his burly and muscular body directly exploded the suit jacket.

The long and narrow machete, which was originally a bit bulky, is now light and flexible in his hands.

Hearing a "呲", the blade easily pierced through the wall, and lay across the path of the opponent's attack. Driven by the half-human, half-bat monster, it dragged forward fiercely,

It is about to cut off the enemy's head!