No one can describe the mood of everyone present. They could not imagine that this young man could be so strong that he was almost ****.

It took only three or four seconds for the elevator door to close. In such a short time, he actually knocked down all the security departments, and he was also a security guard who had received special training with guns and sticks in his hands!

"Is this true?" Mr. Fan's heart trembled violently, his face was full of shock, and he felt a lot of worry in his heart.

When Zhang Dashao rushed into the elevator, he had a bad premonition, as if this young man would not be killed so easily. As it turned out, his worries became reality.

Mr. Fan is still deeply worried now, will it become a reality? His heart is starting to stir up.

"This guy is so awesome!" Sophie covered her mouth and let out a long breath. Even though she knew that Young Master Zhang was strong, she was still shocked by Young Master Zhang's performance just now. After all, that performance was too amazing.

However, Sophie immediately curled her lips, rolled her eyes at Mr. Zhang's figure, and hummed unhappy: "I know that being cool is still so annoying to people's virtue!"

When you hate someone, it seems to be very annoying no matter what that person does. On the contrary, when you like someone, even if he pulls a big strip in the toilet, it is elegant.

Sophie is now in such an annoying state of Mr. Zhang, even though Mr. Zhang has saved him once.

As if he had noticed his gaze, Young Master Zhang suddenly walked out of the elevator with a swagger and looked up here.

This glance scared Sophie, like a thief, immediately squatted down, shrank into a ball, and cursed fiercely: "Damn guy!"

In fact, Sophie really blamed Master Zhang this time. Master Zhang looked up and didn't look at her, and even looked at her. It was just that Sophie felt so panicked.

What Mr. Zhang looked up at the brigade security guards who had already rushed to the second floor stairs. He didn't say anything, and he made two black guns appeared in his hands.

This gun was snatched by Mr. Zhang from the security guards just now in the elevator.

Just as he walked forward, Mr. Zhang pulled the trigger with both hands at the same time, and a scream suddenly came, and muffled groans and the chaotic sound of rolling down the stairs sounded at the same time. Immediately, three or four security guards were hit by Mr. Zhang and fell to the ground screaming.

The security guards on the stairs on the second floor were shocked. Those with guns took out their guns and pointed them at Young Master Zhang and were about to shoot.

But those people didn't even have the chance to shoot. Mr. Zhang was like he had countless pairs of eyes. Whenever a security guard wanted to shoot him, he would shoot first and penetrate the man's wrist.

The rest of those who had the chance to shoot were swayed gently, and the bullet would rub against Zhang Dashen and hit the floor in the lobby.

As for those bullets that were completely shot, Mr. Zhang didn't even care about them and still walked forward swaggeringly, allowing the bullets to swish around him.

This scene made everyone feel scared again. Are you playing with a water gun or having a gun battle? How could you do such a joke?

Just walk forward with a swaying swaying, shooting slowly, occasionally shaking your body, elegant posture, high-end, elegant and elegant. Your look is very good, aren't you afraid of being killed? Opposite you, there are more than a dozen guns!

Mr. Zhang did not pause at all and kept walking forward. The security guards on the second floor had all fallen to the ground, and some security guards were still rushing up the stairs to the first floor.

Young Master Zhang stopped, took the gun lazily, blew the blue smoke coming out of the muzzle, then raised his hands and threw the gun to the ground.

Those two guns have no bullets now.

"He's there!"

"Come on, shoot!"

The remaining security guards had already arrived at the stairs on the first floor. They saw Mr. Zhang standing there, as if blocking the way for them. They were even more furious in shock and roared, rushing towards Mr. Zhang with the electric batons and guns in their hands.

Young Master Zhang calmly flipped his hands, as if he was a magic trick. Two more guns appeared in his hands, raised his two guns and pulled the trigger at the rushing security guards.

Bang bang bang bang...

The gunshots were loud, harsh but short. After about ten seconds, except for Mr. Zhang, the security guards all lay on the ground and moaned. Some of them were shot through their wrists, some were shot through their thighs, and all of them lost their ability to move.

Quiet, quiet.

The atmosphere in the lobby became very depressing, and everyone looked at Mr. Zhang with affectionate feelings. The shock on his face was no longer enough to describe it in words. They could not imagine that this young man would be so strong!

At first, this man dared to drive around in the National Hotel. Everyone thought that this kid was crazy and was looking for death. Now everyone realized that he did have the capital to do this. With his strong skills, it was normal for him to do such a shocking thing.

"Who is this kid?" Mr. Fan's face was covered with sweat at this moment, and he kept wiping sweat on his forehead with his hands. However, just after he finished wiping, his forehead was immediately overwhelmed by sweat.

The strength shown by Mr. Zhang has completely panicked Mr. Fan. What he is thinking about now is not how to deal with Mr. Zhang, but how to cope with today's situation!

He is afraid that no one can understand his regret now except his old old friend and Youlang's second son. He originally wanted to do a big vote and slaughter a lot of money, but he didn't expect to slaughter Yilong!

The feeling of uneasiness in his heart became stronger and stronger. Mr. Fan looked around in a daze, thinking quickly in his mind how to survive today's disaster.

Mr. Zhang ignored everyone's reaction, shook his hands, and the gun in his hand disappeared, and he had already taken it into the ring. Then he walked up the elevator on his own, picking up all the guns that fell to the ground along the way and put them in the ring.

He suddenly realized that it was more suitable for him to use a gun. After all, this place is not the world of cultivation. It is better to use less wind blades. Besides, the gun is like a tiger in his hands, so why not do it?

After putting away all the guns, Mr. Zhang calmly walked down the stairs and came to Mr. Fan.
Chapter completed!