I put you in charge of those rebellious female soldiers, how come they all became top special forces

At that moment, the mentor finally realized what was happening.

The man in front of me, who called himself a colonel, exuded an overwhelming aura of murderous intent.

That kind of look is not something an ordinary hat or a greenhorn could have; it's the aura of someone who has truly seen blood.

Add to that the series of professional explosions and precise crowd control just now, and now the cell phones can't even send a signal...

"The army...it really is the army..."

The mentor's originally compassionate face gradually turned fearful.

If it's a hat, then you need to provide evidence and go through procedures. He has a million ways to get away with it, and he can even turn the tables on you.

But if it's an anti-terrorism unit...

"No, we have to run!"

The instinct for survival instantly overwhelmed everything.

While all the believers and wealthy people were crouching down with their heads in their hands, their attention completely focused on Colonel Chen, the mentor quietly bent down, lifted his already soaked white robe, and slipped towards the main entrance of the banquet hall.

As long as he steps out of this door, he, whose nationality is from the Republic of China, still has a chance!

Nearly.

The main gate is right in front of us.

The mentor was overjoyed and quickened his pace.

However, just as he was about to rush out the door...

"Where are you in such a hurry, Master?"

A voice, tinged with a hint of mockery, rang out.

The mentor abruptly stopped and stiffly raised his head.

Before the door, a figure in a dark green backless evening gown leaned gracefully against the doorframe.

safely.

She lifted her skirt with one hand, revealing a section of her long, fair thigh.

In her other hand was a black pistol fitted with a silencer, its trigger at her fingertips.

Water droplets slid down her collarbone, which, combined with her cold and beautiful appearance, was enough to make anyone who saw her breathless.

And at her feet.

The seven or eight bodyguards in black suits, each 1.9 meters tall and with broad shoulders and thick waists, who were originally guarding the door, had now piled up like a human pyramid.

Each of them had their eyes rolled back and was foaming at the mouth, clearly having suffered some kind of severe blow, and were in a rather peaceful coma.

And at the very top of that mountain of flesh.

Ram was sitting cross-legged, holding a large chicken leg that he had somehow managed to snatch from some dining table, eating it with his mouth full of oil.

Seeing his mentor stop, Ram swallowed the meat in his mouth and waved at him: "Hi, Master, are you leaving already?"

"Are you coming back for dinner?"

An Ran raised her pistol, the dark muzzle pointing at her mentor, a cold smile playing on her lips.

"This road is blocked."

"Go back."

The latter's face turned deathly pale instantly, and cold sweat poured down his face.

What kind of fighting power is this?!

Those seven or eight bodyguards were retired boxers he hired at great expense, and they all died in such a short time!

No, if the front door is blocked, there's always the back door!

The mentor turned and ran, tumbling and crawling across the banquet hall.

The fire escape at the back door is usually unguarded!

The mentor rushed to the back door, and looking at the tightly closed fire door, he seemed to see a glimmer of hope for survival.

He reached out, his hand trembling, and grasped the doorknob.

Just push open this door...

Duh!

A flash of cold light tore through the air.

Just as the tutor's finger was less than a centimeter away from the doorknob.

A roughly shaped bone knife was nailed to the door panel.

The blade was mostly embedded in the wooden door, and the hilt was still trembling violently.

If he had stretched out even a little bit further, that hand would now be pinned to the door.

"what!"

The instructor screamed in fright, jolted backward, and fell hard onto the ground.

He looked up in alarm.

In the shadows leading to the back door, a tall figure in a dark green dress stood quietly.

Meng Yi.

She stood there expressionless, like an insurmountable mountain.

"superior!"

The mentor was terrified, scrambling backward on all fours while yelling at the last bodyguard beside him.

He was a burly man over two meters tall, with exaggerated muscles all over his body; he was the mentor's last trump card.

"roar!"

The burly man roared and charged at Meng Yi, who looked slender and delicate.

The difference in their sizes is so great that it's startling to look at.

however.

Faced with this overwhelming collision, Meng Yi remained unmoved, simply standing in place.

close!

The burly man's fist was already raised, about to smash the woman's head.

boom!

A gunshot rang out abruptly.

That wasn't the sound of an ordinary pistol, but the distinctive roar of a large-caliber sniper rifle.

next second.

The burly man who was charging forward felt as if he had been slapped hard by an invisible giant hand.

puff!

Although the specially made rubber bullet did not penetrate his body, its enormous kinetic energy directly struck his thigh.

A visible dent appeared instantly on the burly man's thigh, which was thicker than a normal person's waist.

"ah!!!"

A scream echoed through the sky.

The once arrogant and burly man lost his balance and flew two meters away, crashing heavily to the ground. He clutched his thigh and rolled around in pain, too weak to even stand up.

Through the earphones, Shen Doudou's complaining voice came through:

"Tsk... If you're going to show off, don't make me cover for you."

"Eight hundred meters away, wind speed level three, and I also have to avoid major arteries and hit non-lethal areas, it's really brain-draining... yawn..."

Meng Yi's lips curled up slightly, but she still didn't say anything. She just looked coldly at the mentor who had completely collapsed on the ground.

The latter was completely desperate.

The front door was blocked, and the back door was intercepted.

Where did these women come from?

He shakily got to his feet and retreated step by step until he was forced to return to the center of the banquet hall.

At this point, the sprinkler system in the banquet hall had stopped.

On the stage.

Beside the black piano, which, though soaked by water, still stood firm.

Jiang Nan did not leave.

She sat cross-legged on the piano bench, a glass of red wine in her hand, watching with interest as her tutor fled back in a disheveled state.

"Oh, you're back?"

Jiang Nan raised her glass, offered a toast to her mentor from afar, and smiled brightly.

"Were you satisfied with the Symphony No. 5 you just heard?"

"If you think that's not exciting enough, I have something even more exciting. Want to try it? Although I can't guarantee you'll survive this time."

As she spoke, she picked up a brand new detonator with her other hand and tossed it up and down between her fingertips.

The instructor stared at the small remote control, his heart nearly stopped, his legs gave way, and he knelt down in the puddles with a splash.

It’s over.

It's completely over.

There were wolves in front, tigers behind, and a barrel of dynamite sitting in the middle.

At this moment, the entire banquet hall had completely fallen into the hands of this ghost squad that had appeared out of nowhere.

Originally a mentor who was high above everyone else and enjoyed the worship of thousands.

At that moment, they were trapped like turtles in a jar.