Chapter 444 Oriental Wizard [Pleading for Double Monthly Pass]

Boyahe didn't lift his head when he heard the words. He still lowered his head and slowly cut the steak with a knife. The cut of the steak was still bloody, just like his eyes at this time, with a trace of blood.

Boyah is not willing to treat his stomach badly at any time, and he also doesn't like others to interrupt his meal at any time.

However, before Boyah's knife cut off the steak, he suddenly felt black in front of his eyes, and then there was an oppressive force coming down from the top.

Boyahe was shocked and hurriedly raised his feet to the table, trying to avoid the dark heavy objects that came down, but it was still a step late.

"Bow!" With a sound, the dark heavy weight weighed on him, but it was a black man like him.

The chair under him could not bear the weight of the two men at all.

As soon as the chair fell apart, Boyahe was completely pressed to the ground, and a dark face was staring at him with a pair of black and white frightened eyes.

"Samba!" Boyah screamed the name of the personal guard pressed on him, while reaching out to push him away.

But before he pushed Samba away, a young little white face that was in sharp contrast to their black skin came into his eyes.

If it had been in the past, Boyahe would have disdained such a little white face. He felt that such a man was a woman compared with a burly and tall African black bull like him, but at this moment, Boyahe's eyes flashed a trace of panic.

Because Samba is a master he has chosen from many pirates, he is strong and accurate, but at this time he is pressing on him like a dead pig.

"Zhong] Young man, I admire your courage. But don't you think it's stupid to do this? There are at least fifty guns outside this room. I think they will not mind beating you into hornet's nests if you touch me. Although Boyahe was a little panicked, he was cruel after all. He had seen the bloody pirate leader, but he was not in a mess. Although people are still pressed on the ground, their poor English tone is very tough.

"Oh, fifty guns! Not bad! Why don't you try to call it?" After graduating from Dr. Zhang Weidong, his English was naturally not much worse. Hearing the dark eyes flashed a trace of cold light, and he stepped on Boyahe's face. In his hand, he casually played with a stainless steel knife shining in the afterglow of the sunset and said lightly, "Good, [Zhong] young man, you won. I know you're coming for those [Zhongzhong] Chinese people. I promise you to let them go immediately. Boyahe didn't know why, as soon as he saw Zhang Weidong's light little white face, he shouted uncontrollably with a chill in his heart.

"I can't see that you are a person who knows the current affairs. Unfortunately, I'm not satisfied with your answer. Zhang Weidong said and crushed Boyah's face a few times.

Although Zhang Weidong is sorry for the suffering of the Somali people, he will not have the slightest hidden heart for the ferocious pirate leader like Boyah. If it hadn't been for the fact that even if Boyah was killed, even the whole "Puntland Guard" and even the whole Somali pirates were uprooted, as long as the domestic political situation in Somalia remained unchanged, the Somali pirates would still emerge like grass after the spring rain. He wouldn't mind cutting Boyah's head off now.

However, if you don't cut off Boyahe's head, it doesn't mean that Zhang Weidong will let Boyahe live comfortably. How dare you hijack the ship of the [China] country, and dare to detain the father who beat his students, and pay a price!

Crushed hard by the cold sole, Boyahe felt that the bones on his face seemed to be broken, and the red blood flowed out of his snow-white teeth and flowed to the clean and smooth marble.

"Put down the knife!" Just as Boyahe felt that his facial bones were going to be crushed into pieces, a slightly trembling voice suddenly sounded behind Zhang Weidong.

behind Zhang Weidong, one of the two big-ass black girls who had been scratching their heads in front of Boyahe before, was holding a pistol, and the dark eyes were facing Zhang Weidong's back.

Looking at the black girl's fingers slowly pulling the wrench, Boya Hepburn's slightly deformed face showed a ferocious and terrible smile: "Wang Young man, if you don't want to die under the beautiful girl's gun immediately, please move your feet first."

"Real is it?" Zhang Weidong sneered disdain at the corners of his mouth and made a gentle move back.

Under a scream and Boya's frightened eyes, the gun in the black girl's hand suddenly flew to Zhang Weidong.

"What about now?" Zhang Weidong casually played that they were no longer knives but pistols, but his tone was still very flat.

"You, are you an oriental wizard?" Boyahe watched Zhang Weidong play with the pistol carelessly, and finally the cold sweat rolled down from his forehead uncontrollably, with a frightened face.

"Oriental wizard? Do you have anyone like me here?" A trace of surprise flashed in Zhang Weidong's eyes and asked.

"No, no, I heard my grandmother say it when I was a child." Boyahe was even more scared when he saw that Zhang Weidong did not deny that he was an oriental wizard.

"So I just heard about it." Zhang Weidong was a little disappointed when he heard the words. After a hard trip to Africa, he also wanted to see the "monks" in a foreign country.

However, Zhang Weidong put away the little disappointment in his heart, kicked the nigger pressed on Boyah, and then squatted down and smiled strangely at Boyah, "Mr. Boyah, since you have heard of wizards, I think you must have heard of the spells, and you must be very happy. Let's see its power.

Looking at the strange smile from Zhang Weidong's little white face, even if Boyahe is a murderous pirate king, he also stood up at this time. He trembled and said, "Noble Oriental Wizard, no matter what you ask, I will promise you. Please, let the damn spell go to hell. I don't want to see its power at all!"

"Is it? I think you will like it." The smile on Zhang Weidong's face gradually put away when he heard the words, and then gently touched his fingers on him, and his mouth pretended to mutter a few words.

"Mr. Boyahe, I hope you will like this wonderful spell. - Zhang Weidong withdrew his finger, then slowly stood up, with a strange smile on his face again, but his eyes were cold and ruthless.

A pirate king whose hands are stained with blood, even if he doesn't kill him, Zhang Weidong will never let him go so easily.

When Zhang Weidong's voice fell, Boyahe's pig-killing voice immediately began to ring in the restaurant.

Boyah's black body rolled crazily on the ground, with a black blood vessel on his neck and a bulging forehead. The bean-sized sweat came out of his body like rain, and he soaked his snow-white robe in a blink of an eye.

Looking at Boyahe's painful look, the two black girls and Samba lying on the ground like dead pigs were full of frightened expressions, and their bodies couldn't help trembling.

Now Zhang Weidong's little white face is more terrible than the devil of hell in their eyes.

Boyahe's pig-killing screams soon attracted the nearby guards. In less than half a minute, three people with QK submachine guns rushed in. Seeing Boyahe rolling on the ground, the table was in a mess. First, they were shocked, and then all of them pointed their guns at Zhang Weidong.

Seeing this, Zhang Weidong smiled coldly and waved his hand. Before the three pirate guards recovered, all the submachine guns in his hand had flown up and landed in front of Zhang Weidong's feet. Zhang Weidong gently stepped on the submachine gun and ran it again. All the submachine guns were fragmented and scattered on the ground.

The three pirate guards were all dumbfounded when they saw this.

Just as the three pirate guards were dumbfounded, three more pirate guards rushed in and pointed their guns at Zhang Weidong. Of course, the end was the same.

"Mr. Boyah, your men are very rude! I think if someone points a gun at my head next time, you can wait to roll on the ground for the rest of your life. After Zhang Weidong stepped on all the second batch of guns, he said lightly to Boyahe, who was rolling on the ground.

Boyahe was originally tortured by ten thousand ants, but as soon as he heard Zhang Weidong's words, he had a cold war, and then suddenly hoarsened and shouted hysterically, "Everyone go out. If anyone dares to rush in again, I will let Samba stab him with a submachine gun!"

The six pirates looked at the pile of scrap iron at Zhang Weidong's feet. They were so scalped and frightened that they couldn't wait to turn around and leave this place full of hellish terror. Hearing the words, they hurriedly turned around and walked out.

"Please close the door." Zhang Weidong said lightly.

Hearing Zhang Weidong's words, the pirate who walked in the last place trembled all over, stopped abruptly, and then turned around and carefully closed the door, just like a conscientious hotel waiter.

"That's almost the same." Zhang Weidong looked at the door being gently closed, and a satisfied smile was raised at the corners of his mouth.

In the past, Zhang Weidong gradually lost his heart because he was afraid that his young heart could not bind the destructive power brought by his superpowers. He always carefully controlled the murder and anger in his heart. Only when he couldn't stand it or the other party was too abominable will he deal with it. Over time, Zhang Weidong felt like he was tied up. But today, in the pirate den, Zhang Weidong found that he had no psychological burden when using these means, and there was a feeling of flying under the blue sky under the blue sky.

When Zhang Weidong noticed this subtle change in his psychology, he was a little scared at first, but soon he was relieved.

General Tang once bathed in blood in the battlefield and killed countless people. Has he ever lost his nature because of this? No! Because he killed the enemy at that time, but today when he faces his own people, he only has respect for life in his heart.

Now, although he is not his enemy, he is really a ferocious pirate whose hands are stained with blood. Among them, it is also likely to have the blood of the Chinese people. Even if the methods are more cruel and cruel, why do you need any psychological burden?

After thinking about this, looking at Boyahe rolling painfully under his own eyes, Zhang Weidong finally realized the pleasure brought by life and death in his hands. At this moment, he was no longer the gentle and elegant college teacher in China most of the time, but a real iron-blooded man. ! ( To be continued