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Chapter 271 - Master of Hypnosis

The young man kept crawling forward, all the way to the door we just came in from. At that moment, another assassin rushed in from the door and the two of them crashed into each other. The assassin fell to the ground with him.

At this critical moment, the hitman raised the gun in his hand and pointed the gun's black muzzle at the teenager's head. However, the teenager did something that most people couldn't understand and snapped his finger in front of the teenager's face.

Suddenly, the hitman stood there looking at him in a daze. The feeling of wanting to shoot him in the head disappeared, and the AK-47 in his hand fell to the ground. He stood there like a wooden stake.

I also frowned a little. What was this situation exactly? Today, there were too many unexpected things that happened. In that instant, I was unable to determine whether the person standing in front of me was an enemy or friend. If he was an enemy, then that would be terrible.

If they were friends, then things wouldn't be that bad. It's better to see what he wants to do first, and the muzzle of the gun in my hand also tilted downwards slightly, no longer pointing directly at the young man. The young man's eyes met with the eyes of the killer, and the young man's voice suddenly became very clear and ethereal, saying to the assassin, ”Put down your gun, okay?”

However, the moment his eyes started to fluctuate, the youth continued to softly say to him, ”Quickly put it down, the fire here is too big now, if you burn it on your gun, it might cause an explosion, and you might get into some danger, quickly put your gun down.”

This time, the assassin was on the verge of falling to the ground, as if he was repenting about everything.

I was also shocked. Earlier, he was still holding the AK-47 and wanted to shoot everyone in here like a vicious god, but the young man said to this person, ”Hurry and run outside, it's too dangerous in here, there's nothing to do outside, hurry and go.” Then, this person turned around just as he said he would, and while he was running, he even turned around to look at him gratefully.

In my opinion, it was just like a conversation between two children. However, to the waiter, it was like a lesson from his parents and the teachings of a teacher when he was young. He followed the instructions of the coach and retreated step by step.

In a split-second, I heard a dozen gunshots. Obviously, when he went out, the people outside treated him like someone who was rushing out of our group. Then, I felt that he had fallen to the ground, and that the door was blocked by his body.