Chapter 874: Older people are more afraid of death (seventh, ask for a monthly pass)

"Famtis, what's wrong? Not getting in the car yet. Novel."
"Mr. Steven, there is trouble, we are going back." Famtis said solemnly.
"What's wrong? What did you find?"
Famtis shook his head: "Nothing was found, but I felt dangerous."
"Aren't you kidding me?"
"Famtis, don't bother, Mr. Steven's business matters."
"I'm not kidding."
"Mr. Steven! For your safety, you still have to think carefully." Famtis still insisted on his own thoughts: "I feel a dangerous atmosphere."
Steven frowned and groaned for a moment: "Are you serious?"
Famtis nodded solemnly.
"Go home," Steven said.
He didn't want to take risks, even if the odds were low.
After two dangers, Steven is now very careful.
Other bodyguards complained about Famtis, feeling that Famtis was totally okay.
At the doorstep of Steven's house, a figure rushed out of the road without warning, and stood directly in front of the car.
The driving bodyguard quickly stepped on the brakes, but it was too late.
The car hit the man, and the man fell to the ground.
"Have you hit someone?"
"Mr. Steven, he rushed out," the driving bodyguard explained.
"Don't say that much, get out of the car and look at that person's injury and call an ambulance."
The driving bodyguard quickly got out of the car and came to the person who fell to the ground.
As soon as he crouched, the man suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the bodyguard's neck.
Immediately afterwards, the bodyguard's neck was directly broken, and then he hit the front windshield heavily.
"Ah ..." Steven was startled.
Famtis responded the fastest, pulling out his spear and firing two shots at the man in front.
The man flashed left and right, and then bumped into the car.
The entire commercial vehicle followed by more than one meter.
Famtis jumped quickly into the driver's seat and stepped on the accelerator.
The commercial vehicle ran over the man.
But everyone saw from the rear mirror that the person who had been run over by the car actually stood up again.
Everyone feels creepy, isn't this dead?
Is this guy a monster?
The man was standing on the road, watching the business car leave, and did not plan to pursue.
"What's going on with this guy? Who is he?" Steven asked in horror.
"Steven, I think we are in trouble." Famtis said, "You'd better find more people to protect now, just us, I'm afraid it's difficult to guarantee your safety."
"What is that guy? Terminator?"
"I quit."
"I didn't do it, I didn't say in advance that I would fight this monster."
The three bodyguards stunned and ran off, and ran off the car and escaped.
Only Famtis, Torre, and two other bodyguards remained.
"What now? What am I going to do?" Steven asked.
"Mr. Steven, I can introduce you, my partner," said one of the bodyguards, Orion.
"What partner?"
"Some idle mercenaries," Orion said, "they are all capable, but the fees are expensive."
"Okay, you got them all."
Steven has lost his share at this moment, he said quickly.
There were four bodyguards around him, and he was really insecure.
Famtis stopped talking, and she didn't have much hope for Orion's so-called friend.
She could see clearly what the strength was just now.
With his marksmanship, he could not hit the opponent at such a short distance.
There is also a direct crash, which reverses the crash.
And after being run over by the car, she was unharmed.
It doesn't look like a normal person.
When he got home, Steven had just called the police.
Famtis stopped Steven.
"Mr. Steven, it is not appropriate to report to the police right now."
"why?"
"You call the police now, the police will definitely leave some people behind, but in this way, Orion's friends will not be able to come, even if they come, they will not be able to use some prohibited weapons." Famtis said.
Orion nodded. "My friends are mercenaries. Many of their hands are military-grade weapons and are not suitable for exposure to the police."
It didn't take long for Orion's friends to come.
Orien negotiated with his mercenary friends for a moment before coming to Steven.
"Mr. Steven, my friend is asking $ 1 million."
"How long can they protect me?" Steven asked.
"They will help Mr. Steven to kill that person," Orion said. "As long as that person arrives within three days, they will use a powerful fire to kill that person."
"Okay, that's good." Steven was only a little relieved.
At noon, Steven couldn't eat anything.
Always feeling restless, looking at Famtis not far away: "Famtis, won't you run away?"
"No, this is my job."
"That's good ... I'll give you a raise after this incident."
Famtis's eyes lighted up: "Can you give me some advances?"
"Yes, of course." Steven said, "Yes, I almost forgot, maybe Chen can help me."
"Mr. Steven, Mr. Chen can't help. This person who wants to kill you is not afraid to run over the car. Are you sure that Mr. Chen can help?"
"Chen is amazing."
"We are not dealing with ordinary people now."
"That ... that's okay ..." Steven hesitated for a long while before deciding not to trouble Chen.
The people Orion had found had already done fortifications outside.
All day, Steven was agitated and couldn't calm down.
"Famtis, am I not going to die?"
"No," Famtis replied calmly.
The sky began to darken, and Famtis kept Evan with him.
Famtis saw Steven keep a gun in his hand.
"Mr. Steven, give me the gun."
"Why, I want to hold my side."
"Do you know how many people burn themselves each year due to tension? There were more than 100,000 cases in the United States last year."
"I know how to use a gun."
"It's not a matter of understanding," Famtis said. "Just let us do the defense, we won't let anyone hurt you. By the way, Mr. Steven, you know the attack. Who is yours, anyway? "
"I don't know. I don't know at all. The man was wearing a hat and couldn't see his face at all." Steven handed the gun to Famtis, holding the lucky gold coin in his hand.