After running away from home at the age of ten, this name was buried in history.

"Chris Cafury, a genius, anarchist. He is more homeless than any otaku in the world. Because you have a computer, you have the world. Two years ago, you controlled military satellites for thirty seconds, and almost caused a war. Haha, Chris, I like you."

Chris is now twenty-six years old. When he heard Tang Xin's words, he laughed stinkyly and showed a mouthful of white teeth.

Modern theft requires dealing with modern anti-theft system, and Chris can destroy all electronic obstacles.

"McAnderson, thirty-one. Driver, no, it should be said that as long as you can move machines, there is nothing you can't drive, cars are pediatrics, and you can also be good at aircraft and ships. I'm just curious, if you give you a rocket, will you control it?"

The black Mike raised his eyebrows without objection, as if it was no problem.

"Bonton Daniel, thirty-six years old. Former SEALs, in this team, your role is a thug. Actually, you have wanted to attack me just now. Okay, I'll give you a chance. Come and beat me, and I'll let you go."

As soon as Tang Xin finished speaking, his hands were wrapped around him, wearing a pair of gloves on his hands, and a light smile on his face.

Teresa was about to speak to stop Bonton because she saw that Tang Xin had completely controlled the situation from the moment she appeared and was obviously confident.

But Bonton rushed up like a wild beast, punching him.

Tang Xin has fighting gloves, no matter what type of fighting you are, you will crush them all.

Bondon was quick and ruthless, but Tang Xin blocked it with one hand and slapped him in the face with a fist.

Bonton seemed to be unaware of the pain and was still attacking. No matter how fast he was, Tang Xin was faster than him. He still blocked it with one hand and hit his face with another fist.

After more than ten punches, Bonton's nose and face were swollen, but he still did not retreat.

Tang Xin took out a gun from his pocket, pointed it at Bonton's forehead, and smiled and said, "Actually, you are the master of playing with guns. I was deeply impressed by your sniper mission in Iraq."

Alaska people are in chaos.

Large caliber ****!

Bonton was pointed at his head by a gun, his face remained unchanged, and he said in a deep voice: "Do you think I'm afraid?"

Teresa, Chris and Mike were frightened, and Teresa shouted, "What the hell are you going to do?"

Da da da da da

Tang Xin pulled the trigger three times in a row, and a crisp sound came, but no gunshot sounded.

Everyone was stunned.

Bonton slid cold sweat down his cheeks, and he was furious in an instant, shouting, "Do you think this can scare me?"

Bang!

A deafening gunshot was fired.

Everyone's expressions were frozen in an instant.

Bonton's ear roared, looking at the muzzle diagonally towards his ear in disbelief.

The fourth shot really has bullets.

Tang Xin blinked and asked softly: "Is it exciting? You actually want to thank me because you are an adrenaline addict."

The heart beat violently, and Bonton rubbed his ears and suddenly burst into laughter.

The feeling he felt at that moment did really make him enjoy it very much.

Adrenaline addiction, to put it bluntly, it likes to stimulate.

What kind of stimulation can be greater than the edge of life and death?

Putting the gun away, Tang Xin glanced at the dumbfounded crowd, waved his hand and chuckled, "It was just a joke, don't worry. Now, let me introduce myself. My name is Tang Xin. This time I stole the Tate Museum, I paid a deposit of 5 million US dollars to hire you. Oh, I don't have to pay the deposit, but I won't pay the remaining 45 million US dollars." To be continued...
Chapter completed!