Delta Operation: Big Red Objects Mutate

"Take a group photo."

Wu Jinquan, who was standing at the door, stopped in his tracks and clenched his fists tightly together.

Bringing two female companions?

To lose face in front of the two of them?

At this moment, the killing intent in his eyes had solidified into a tangible form.

After letting out a heavy breath, he turned around with an angry laugh.

"it is good."

"it is good!"

After saying that, he waved to the two still-shaken women.

"Hurry up and come with me to eat at a street food stall!"

After saying that, Wu Jinquan glared at Liu Yan.

However, what he received in response was Liu Yan's gun, which had already been turned around.

Throughout the entire ordeal, Liu Yan never turned his head even once.

"Give me another glare and you'll die right now."

In an instant, the hairs on Wu Jinquan's body stood on end.

Did he just guess that someone would glare at him from behind, and then point a gun at him?

"No, I was glaring at those two ignorant women..."

Two beautiful women quickly walked to Wu Jinquan's side, and then the three of them hurriedly left the private room.

It wasn't until they left the Santorinoa Hotel that one of the women showed a displeased expression.

"Brother Angkor, are we really going to eat at a street food stall?"

"Yeah, Angkor, I don't want to eat that. It's all junk food, so greasy!"

Wu Jinquan snorted coldly.

"Eating at a roadside stall is nothing, but carrying a gun makes you think you're something special."

"There are plenty of people who know my name."

"And yet, aren't they still alive and well?"

"I like playing with guns, I like private rooms..."

"Ha, I'll see if he can leave Santorinoa today..."

Before Wu Jinquan could finish speaking, Liu Yan's voice rang in his ears as if haunted:

"Since you don't like eating at street food stalls."

"Then take the bullet."

Liu Yan's voice made Wu Jinquan's legs go weak!

Why the hell did this guy follow me out?

"No, no, no! I'm about to go eat at a street food stall! I'm on my way there!"

Wu Jinquan turned around instantly, but the entrance to Santorinoa was empty.

The two female receptionists were still picking up gold coins in the lobby.

Wu Jinquan continued to search around, but he couldn't find Liu Yan anywhere.

Is it haunted?

"You two, did you hear anything just now?"

Wu Jinquan looked at the two beautiful women following behind him, and they both shook their heads.

As for what they heard, of course they heard it!

They heard Wu Jinquan inexplicably begging for forgiveness and admitting his mistake.

Wu Jinquan turned away with a face full of shame.

Damn it, I'm scaring myself.

He couldn't possibly have eyes that can see a thousand miles and ears that can hear the wind.

Besides, even if he did, could he possibly kill himself in the private room?

Bang------!!

In an instant, a red light appeared above Wu Jinquan's head!

puff----!!

Wu Jinquan's head exploded on the spot!

The two women standing next to him were instantly covered in blood.

A few seconds later, the two women recovered from their shock and astonishment.

"He's dead...he's dead!!"

"A ghost...a ghost!! A ghost!!"

"It's haunted!!"

The two women, their faces covered in blood, stared at Wu Jinquan's corpse on the ground with trembling pupils. Their fair legs went weak, and they almost collapsed to the ground.

Disregarding their image, the two fled into the distance like headless flies.

They were completely terrified by this bizarre scene.

Chapter 392 Boss Mo's Forced Extra Chapter at Night

Inside VIP room 678, Zhang Qing had already left to arrange dinner for the two of them.

At that moment, Roy was staring wide-eyed at Liu Yan.

Just shortly after Zhang Qing left.

Liu Yan then took out two items that he had seen before.

One is a military radio, and the other is a smoothbore gun used as an exhibit.

He had clearly seen these two things before, but in Liu Yan's hands, they were completely beyond his comprehension.

After Liu Yan entered Wu Jinquan's name into the military radio, he actually established communication with the other party!

It should be noted that Wu Jinquan did not have any receiving equipment.

Even if we managed to contact him by phone, this method is just too absurd.

What truly shattered Roy's worldview was...

It was Liu Yan who was holding that smoothbore gun.

Muttering to himself:

"Now, attack Wu Jinquan."

As soon as he finished speaking, the smoothbore gun emitted a red glow and then completely disappeared from the private room.

No matter how hard Roy searched, he couldn't find the smoothbore musket.

Then, he vaguely heard someone shouting outside:

Someone died...

“It looks like someone’s dead… Should I… go out and take a look?” Roy swallowed.

It's natural for people to be curious about things they can't understand.

Although Roy knew that Wu Jinquan was most likely really dead.

But he couldn't understand how Liu Yan had done it.

He wanted to confirm it with his own eyes.

Liu Yan smiled and waved his hand, gesturing for Roy to sit down.

"No need to look anymore, he's dead."

After speaking, Liu Yan sat back on the sofa and asked with some doubt:

"Just now outside, he and those two receptionists insulted you like that, and you could tolerate it?"

Liu Yan didn't quite understand.

Even if I really had no money for food, I would never let such an insult go unpunished.

If soft methods don't work, try hard ones.

If the hard approach doesn't work, then resort to the underhanded.

If the yin method doesn't work, then it will explode.

In short, the other party must pay the price.

"Ugh…"

Roy sighed helplessly.

"I don't know about your past, but you probably haven't ever been truly poor."

"The inferiority complex brought about by poverty is indelible."

"In this world, no matter what you do, you need money."

"Money can solve 99% of problems. It can be said that most troubles are caused by a lack of money."

"Rich people might say that having money doesn't mean you'll have worries, and that might be true."

"But what they have to face is that 1% of troubles."

After Roy finished speaking, he sighed self-deprecatingly.

“You know what? When I encountered that situation just now, I felt it was even more difficult to handle than a crisis on the battlefield.”

"In fact, for a moment, I felt like I deserved to die."

“Tipping is expected here, but I didn’t know that and I couldn’t afford to tip. I feel like I’m causing them trouble.”

At this point, Liu Yan, who had been leaning back, sat up slightly and looked at Roy with an incomprehensible expression.

The latter naturally noticed this look and waved his hand.

"The inferiority complex that poverty brings can only be understood by those who have truly experienced it."

"If you weren't there... I might have apologized to them and then turned and left."

"No, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have come near here at all. Of course, I wouldn't eat at the food stalls they mentioned either."

"Because street food stalls are expensive and don't fill you up."

As Roy spoke, he seemed to realize that it wasn't appropriate to talk about these things at this time, and gave a dry laugh.

"Forget it, let's not talk about those unhappy things."

"I'll go find the waiter and order two bottles of Coke."

dong dong dong ——

Just as Roy was about to get up and leave, there was a gentle knock on the door of the private room.

"Enter."

After Liu Yan finished speaking, the door was slowly pushed open.

Zhang Qing stood by the door and gestured for them to enter.

Subsequently, more than ten staff members carrying trays of food walked in one after another.

Whenever a host places a plate on the table, they thoughtfully announce the name of the dish.

They smiled and spoke in a very gentle tone, without making a big fuss.