The starting system is awesome. Sorry, I am invincible.

Salman thought in the air for a long time.

He didn't even think about it.

He is the king of a country.

He was actually kicked out in public.

Until he landed firmly on the ground.

The pain of free fall brought him back to reality.

After Qin Chuan kicked Salman away, he had no intention of stopping.

But it was followed by another kick.

Kicked away the chair Salman was sitting on.

Qin Chuan made this move.

There is no technology, it is all about strength.

It feels like kicking a chair to hit a tiger-style shot.

The fifty or sixty-pound oak chair flew out with a swish.

Salman held his head in embarrassment, fearing that the chair would hit his handsome face.

"Hahahaha, Salman, you are such a loser. You are so righteous! You have avenged the innocent people who died in our country. I will definitely award you the Medal of Friendly Citizens."

The president of Iraq has not even finished speaking.

Qin Chuan appeared in a flash.

Stand directly in front of him.

I almost had diarrhea and diarrhea.

There was a chill behind my back after diarrhea.

Doesn't this guy's flash have a cooldown time?

blink of an eye.

When he had diarrhea, he was punched by Qin Chuan, causing his butt to leave the chair.

Immediately afterwards, Qin Chuan grabbed him and sat down on the chair.

No need to accumulate energy, just throw it out.

Diarrhea and Salman's two chairs.

They were taken away by Qin Chuan one after another.

Two chairs smashed the floor-to-ceiling glass of the conference room.

Fly outside into the air.

next second.

Boom...boom...

Two loud bangs.

Two chairs actually exploded in the air.

The power of the explosion is not small, enough to blow up an adult and reincarnate.

Salman's anus tightened instantly.

Salman was anxious.

He hid behind his uncle Hadley and roared, "There are unscrupulous people who want to harm me!"

Diarrhea is more sophisticated than Salman.

He judged that the young man in front of him could save him.

It must have come with a friendly attitude.

Win over the other party first.

"May I ask what your name is, sir?"

"Qin Chuan."

"Mr. Qin Suan..." Shi Xi said with a thick Iraqi accent.

The corner of Qin Chuan's mouth twitched, "Qin Chuan, Qin Chuan's Qin, Qin Chuan's Chuan, Qin Chuan..."

I am a bit confused when I have diarrhea. Which Qin is it and which one is sour?

But he didn't care, he just wanted to learn the pronunciation.

"Mr. Qin Chuan, thank you for your help. How did you know there was something wrong with the chair?"

Qin Chuan narrowed his eyes slightly and said calmly, "Because last night, I saw the agents in the hotel swapping the bombed chairs with ordinary chairs."

Salman pushed his uncle forward, and he followed him closely.

"Agent? Where is he? I'm going to pull him out and cut him into pieces!"

Salman said fiercely.

When others say the body was broken into pieces, they are using it as a metaphor.

Salman said that the body was broken into thousands of pieces, which is an adjective.

Qin Chuan crossed his hands and lay down after using them.

Give all your weight to this expensive oak chair.

He said calmly, "The agent is in the room."

As soon as this remark came out, the audience was shocked.

The real culprit who caused the explosion and murdered the king and president is still in the house.

Ye Xiangrong hurriedly took two steps forward, forming a confrontation with Qin Chuan.

In order to deal with various emergencies.

Salman looked incredulous.

The next second, he pushed away his uncle in front of him.

"Uncle, it can't be you!"

Hadley looked innocent: "Your Majesty, look at my figure, can I be an agent?"

Salman looked up and down at Hadley, who was 1.6 meters 250 and nearly [-] pounds.

Silently, he leaned forward again and hid behind him.

"Uncle, I believe you..."

Diarrhea was not suspicious and chose to ask directly, "Mr. Qinchuan, please clarify."

Qin Chuan was not in a hurry to speak.

Instead, he calmly raised his right hand and extended his index finger.

The tip of his index finger was pointed at the ceiling.

When the crowd saw this, they were shocked.

He quickly took two steps back and looked up at the ceiling.

But I watched it for a long time.

There are only exquisite dome frescoes on the ceiling.

Nothing special.

"Mr. Qinchuan, what's the mystery of this ceiling?" he asked in confusion.

Qin Chuan was stunned, "What kind of ceiling?"

Diarrhea led to a question mark: "Aren't you pointing at the ceiling?"

Qin Chuan was speechless.

"What do you mean by the ceiling? This is the number 1."

"Number 1?"

This confused everyone.

Qin Chuan spread his hands and said, "Do you think I'm a martyr with a warm heart and love to fight against injustice?"

"It's not like..." Hadley was the first to deny it.

Qin Chuan glanced at him sideways, and then said calmly, "My time is precious, and this means a billion dollars."

Diarrhea and shock: "One hundred million US dollars to help us eradicate the agents? Mr. Qinchuan, is your offer a bit too high?"

Having diarrhea is not stupid.

The young man in front of me looks like he is only 20 years old.

His skills are truly remarkable.

But his skill is not necessarily related to catching agents.

One hundred million dollars is not a small amount.

Qin Chuan shook his head, "You misunderstood. I charge per head. One hundred million is the price quoted for an agent."

As soon as this word comes out.

Diarrhea and anger.

This is not about catching agents.

This was obviously for robbery.

One agent, one hundred million.

You won't make any money even if you rob a bank.

suddenly.

Salman, who was hiding behind his uncle, said, "Okay, one hundred million dollars each, I'll pay for it!"

As the king of Saudi Arabia.

He was so poor that only money remained.

The money is gone.

At worst, you can pump two barrels of oil from the fields and you'll have it again.

If your life is gone, you can't get it back.

Qin Chuan narrowed his eyes and said, "Okay, how many agents do you want?"

Salman was stunned.

How many agents?

Does it mean more than one thing?

Salman cried with all his heart.

He felt like he was being played by the whole world.

Then he shouted, "Catch as many as you have, I want them all!!!"

Qin Chuan nodded with satisfaction, and then glanced at Xia Shi, who was unwilling to spend money.

With a sneer, he shook his head.

Qin Chuan put his hands on the armrests of the chair and stood up.

Facing the direction of the Saudi mission, the general pointed at five people.

"He, he, he, he, he..."

After ordering the person, Qin Chuan slowly put his hand down.

About to speak.

Salman couldn't wait to kick Hadley in the back.

This kick is Salman's 35 years of skill.

He just kicked Hadley, who weighed 250 pounds, into shit.

"Good guy, Hadley, I didn't expect that you, a thick-browed guy, was actually a traitor who killed his nephew and regicide! Say! Who are you working for? Have you been coveting my throne for a long time? Do you want to replace it? , to become the king of Saudi Arabia?”

Salman went through a series of soul torture.

Hadley repeatedly complained: "Your Majesty, you and I are uncles and nephews. Your grandfather's son is my biological brother. How could I harm you? I have never thought about killing my nephew and regicide, let alone replacing him. O king."

Although Hadley's words almost exploded Salman's CPU.

But at the critical moment, Salman still kept his head clear.

He asked coldly, "Then what happened to the chair bomb today?"

Hadley pointed at Qin Chuan and said angrily, "He is the one slandering me. I have never done anything sorry to you."

Hadley put his hands on the ground and rolled to Qin Chuan.

"You...why do you want to slander me?"

Qin Chuan was speechless.

"I do not have."

"Fart, you just identified me as an agent, and you still said you didn't slander me!"

"I didn't say that the person I was referring to was an agent."

Qin Chuan paused and looked around at everyone in the Sha Kingdom.

Then he said, "I mean, everyone else is an agent except the ones I'm referring to."

Qin Chuan said.

The whole place was dead silent...