My Wife is a Beautiful CEO

3Seeing that everyone was looking at him nervously as if they were facing a great enemy, but there was no reaction at all, Yang Chen frowned and said impatiently, "This doesn't seem like a time to be in a daze, or do you guys not understand that my pronunciation in English is not good enough?"    2

    

At this time, Robert finally calmed down, and tried his best to not look at the two figures moving on the screen, and said in a deep voice: "Sir Pluto, can you treat our offense against you with tolerance? An existence as high and mighty as you should have a mind that is wider than the sea. Since all the people that have offended you are dead, can you let go of everyone here? "    

    

Yang Chen smiled, "Your words are really light. If you want to capture me and harm me, you can do whatever it takes to kill me. When I came to collect the debt, I was asked to forgive it all. Don't you guys think that this is as ridiculous as a children's play? "    

    

"Sir, you should be very clear, this is the FBI, one of the most central places in the powerful United States. If you really start a massacre here, or if you completely fall out with us, I think no matter how strong you are, you will not get any benefits …" An officer said in a loud and solemn voice.    

    

Yang Chen didn't even look at him, he flung his left hand behind him …    

    

"Bang bang bang!"    

    

With countless explosive sounds and rampaging high voltage electric currents, the hundreds of large computers twisted, broke, and shattered under an inexplicable force!    

    

Flames shot out in all directions. The blue flames that were ignited by the flames turned these advanced technology products into a pile of scrap metal!    

    

The flames created by the explosion dyed the entire underground base in a layer of red. The white light was instantly engulfed as the air was filled with the charred smell of metal and plastic!    

    

In just a few seconds, the entire underground base had been blasted open due to the explosion of the apparatus!    

    

Yang Chen retracted his hand and put it back into his pants pocket. He said lightly, "If I hear any nonsense again, next time, I will be aiming at you guys and not the machine."    

    

Some of the technicians present were scared senseless. Some even wet their pants, not knowing what was going on.    

    

As for these agents and soldiers, they were all intimidated by the frightening power. They did not retreat, but stood there trembling all over.    

    

Robert, as the bureau chief, had completely lost his mind. His hatred for Yang Chen had reached its peak, yet he was powerless to resist. He was also afraid of being killed and his face was filled with helplessness.    

    

After almost half a minute of silence, a tall young black commander in a suit came forward and solemnly asked, "Sir, it was our disrespect. I just want to ask, how do we do this to quell your anger …" If you really want to call all the people from Blue Storm over for you to slaughter, that is something we cannot accept. Because then we will lose an important battle force at the international level.    

    

It is true that we cannot contend with an existence like yours, but as far as I know, neither can the gods break the rules of the world. "In that case, please state a proposal that both sides can accept. We are willing to compensate you with enough sincerity."    

    

Yang Chen asked expressionlessly, "What's your name?"    

    

"The head of the special operations unit of the FBI's Counter-Terrorism Department, Mario Barrotelli." The black man said with a proud expression.    

    

Yang Chen smiled with interest, "Aren't you afraid that you'll die miserably if you talk to me first?"    

    

"I'm afraid, but if we don't talk about it, all of them will die." Balotelli's face was grave.    

    

Yang Chen pondered for a moment, "Alright then, I'll give you a chance to save them. Actually, the most important person who asked me to come here this time is only your Chief, Robert. The other dead were simply going to die with him. "Since you are already so brave, I must show you some respect for your courage …"    

    

As Yang Chen said this, his eyes landed on the holster on Barlott's waist. In a blink of an eye, the silver Desert Eagle was pulled out from the holster and flew into Barloty's hand!    

    

This move did not make too many people feel anything special. After all, most of the people who had US Army before had unique abilities, and most of the people had seen all kinds of special abilities before.    

    

Barrott held the heavy gun and asked doubtfully, "Sir Pluto, what is the meaning of this?"    

    

"Kill him," Yang Chen said straightforwardly.    

    

Barrott was startled, and everyone else suddenly realized something as well.    

    

Yang Chen's intention was very simple. If he did not make a move, Robert's subordinates would make a move. This was a hundred times more painful for Robert than dying in his hands!    

    

Barotelli turned his head with great difficulty and looked at Robert, whose eyes were filled with some fear and bewilderment. It was obvious that he was hesitating.    

    

Yang Chen said, "You have two choices now. One, shoot him dead, then all of you will be fine. Anyway, it's not like you guys are the ones thinking about me." Two, if you don't want to shoot, then I'll do it, it's just that … "Since you're so united, I'll send all of you to God with Robert."    

    

At these words, an officer, whose face had already turned pale from fright, hurried forward and reached for the gun in Barrott's hand!    

    

"Give it to me!" You idiot! "If we don't shoot, we will all die!"    

    

Barrott clenched his spear tightly and clenched his teeth, refusing to give it to him.    

    

The other commanders and technicians were anxious. Although they were afraid of Robert, how could their lives be more important? Besides, were they going to become a single person and make them destroy the entire base?    

    

Robert was shocked and angry at the same time. He shouted, "Bastard! You all actually listened to him and wanted to kill me!? Do you still have a bureau chief like me in your eyes!? Barrotelli! Point the gun at that guy! Is there a need to be afraid of him in our base!? He wasn't the only Sovereign in the entire world! If he makes too much noise, someone will come and take care of him! "    

    

Before he could finish his sentence, the eyes of Barlott who was originally standing still suddenly revealed a hint of ruthlessness. He suddenly raised his gun, pointed it at Robert's chest, and pulled the trigger!    

    

"Bam!"    

    

After a burst of smoke, a bloody hole was left on Robert's chest!    

    

Robert looked at his subordinate in disbelief. He raised his hand and wanted to say something, but as his life rapidly flowed away, he kneeled down weakly and couldn't open his mouth. In the end, his eyes widened so much that they seemed about to tear apart at any moment as he dispersed the last bit of his life force.    

    

Yin Hong's blood spread out from the ground. The atmosphere seemed to have frozen at this moment. One could even hear some people swallowing their saliva.    

    

At this time, Barotelli slowly walked in front of the corpse, stepped on Robert's head, his eyes lit up, and said in a low voice: "We are your subordinates, but we are not your servants, bastards? "It's always you yourself …"    

    

Many of the officials who heard this had complex expressions on their faces, and more or less let out a sigh.    

    

Perhaps in the hearts of many people, under the brutal oppression, there were already too many feelings of helplessness that were accumulated.    

    

Yang Chen clapped his hands and walked forward with a face full of smiles, patting Barlotli on the shoulder as if he was familiar with him, "It's you who saved everyone here this time, and also the headquarters of the FBI. You've become a great hero, if you were promoted to be the bureau chief, you'd better not cause me any trouble like Robert."    

    

Balotelli turned his head in astonishment, looking at Yang Zhen, who had a profound look on his face. Only then did he realize that Yang Chen had given him a huge favor … Except, this favor was a bit too strange.    

    

However, it was true that many of the surrounding people, especially the normal technicians, were looking at him with grateful gazes. If it wasn't for the fact that he took the initiative to negotiate with them and killed Robert, they would have probably been buried here.    

    

Yang Chen ignored the black man's strange expression. Suddenly, he squatted down in front of everyone and reached out his hand to turn Robert's body over.    

    

Under the puzzled gaze of everyone, Yang Chen put his hand into Robert's suit pocket as if he was touching something.    

    

When he pulled his hand out, Yang Chen was holding a round metal bronze pocket watch!    

    

Many of those close to Robert knew that this was Robert's favorite little item. They never thought that it would be taken away after his death!    

    

Yang Chen saw everyone looking at him with a strange expression and smiled embarrassedly, "Look at you, that's not a good look." I'm not greedy. Do I look like someone who wouldn't even let go of a dead person? Everyone was a reputable person, so how could they do such an immoral thing? Especially in front of friendly FBI friends.    

    

The main thing is that the Porsche GT that I borrowed from Christine's woman was lost due to the Blue Storm duo. I've got to get some interest. Otherwise, I would be too unjust. "Although this pocket watch looks a little old, it's still a mechanical watch after all. It should be worth some money, hehe …"    

    

Everyone on the side forced out a stiff smile. Their eyes were filled with understanding.    

    

Yang Chen felt for his watch and didn't even stand up. He reached into Robert's other pocket and fished out something. It was a pack of Marlboro cigarettes!    

    

"SHIT!" Yang Chen swore, threw the cigarette on the ground and squatted there muttering, "A dignified FBI director, the cigarettes you smoke aren't much different from my two dollar cigarettes. You're so stingy, why don't you put your wallet in your pocket. It's a loss …"