He Has a Dragon

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On New Year's Eve, in Beijing, a short-haired man in his thirties, who was not tall but had a strong body, ushered in the Nice Café where there were no customers. {first release}

"This is the money for the last coffee."

The short-haired man walked steadily to the counter, and said calmly to a white man in his forties who was sitting at the counter.

Then he took out a black wallet from his pocket, took out a 1958 10-yuan bronze franc coin, and put it on the counter.

The white man picked up the coin from the counter without changing his expression, looked at it for a few seconds, then handed it to the other party, and said, "A friend has already paid for you."

Then the white man got off the bar stool at the counter, got up and walked through a small door in the back.

After a long while, when the white man walked out again, he was already carrying a black suitcase in his hand.

"This is what that friend left you."

The white man put the black suitcase on the counter and said slowly.

The short-haired man picked up the black suitcase on the counter, turned around and left without saying a word.

The caucasian man looked at this sturdy man in a dark blue custom-made suit, carrying a black suitcase and walking out the door. He didn't close his eyes until he disappeared into the darkness of the night, walked to the door, closed it, and closed the door to thank the guests.

After returning to the hotel room, the short-haired man took off his suit, and the black tights revealed his strong figure.

Put the black suitcase on the table, open the combination lock of the box, and saw the disassembled gun parts inside, and a yellow file file bag at the same time.

Wang Le, a native of Feicheng in the south of the Yangtze River, 26 years old, one of the five great aristocratic families in the capital, the fiancé of the daughter of a family surnamed Mu, once participated in the underground fighting competition in the capital, defeated the king of underground fighting Jianfeng who had won 36 consecutive games, and his personal force value reached the highest Level, five stars.

Looking at the mission introduction in the portfolio file, the short-haired man finally understood why the patron wanted to snipe the target from a long distance. It turned out that this man named Wang Le was so powerful.

However, the short-haired man curled his mouth, sneered disdainfully, and secretly said: "If it wasn't for the benefactor's request, I wouldn't mind cutting off the target's neck with a knife. The underground fighting is just a joke. If my mourner participates in the underground Fighting, hey, all opponents don't even think about getting out of the ring alive."

Putting away the documents about the assassination mission, the mourner's eyes flashed with fighting intent, and he muttered to himself, "I really want to meet those mysterious masters in this land for a while."

Of course,

This fighting spirit was not sent out by the target Wang Le this time, but by the mysterious masters that the mourner had learned from his master.

When he was eight years old, he had already stepped into the profession of killer, and studied under the most powerful killer king Scorpio in Europa.

Like him, Scorpio was a Chinese whose ancestors migrated to Europe in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China. However, with the passage of time, the generation of Scorpio and the Undertaker, although still yellow-skinned and black-eyed, had long been Westernized. Nowadays, it is fashionable to say that banana people have "yellow skin on the outside, white flesh on the inside" and "yellow skin and white heart". Their living customs and thinking logic are the same as those of foreigners, and they are no longer descendants of the dragon.

The mourner remembered that the only time Master Scorpio failed to perform a mission was in this land where his ancestors lived, so he also paid the price of an arm to escape back to Europa.

Moreover, when several colleagues in the group were performing missions in Africa, they encountered the mysterious army of this ancient civilization, and eventually the entire army was wiped out. No one was able to return to Europa alive.

This made the Scorpio Killer Group very jealous of this land, and even a little afraid, because it was too mysterious.

According to what Master Scorpion once told the mourners about the failure of the mission, that is, his mission was to enter a scenic area and assassinate a wealthy businessman from Hong Kong Island who was on vacation here. According to the plan, in the evening, he bypassed the main road of the scenic area , Enter from the undeveloped back mountain.

And just as he was entering the mountain, he happened to meet an old man who was cutting firewood down the mountain.

The mourners will always remember Master's expression when he told about the old man, as if he had seen a ghost.

Because Master Scorpio and the old man who cut firewood met within two meters on the path in the mountain, the old man suddenly asked him: "Here to kill people?"

Master Scorpio was dumbfounded at the time, because this task was extremely confidential, how could an ordinary local old farmer know about it, but as a top killer, Master Scorpio reacted very quickly, so he wanted to shoot with a gun.

However, I didn't expect that old man to react faster than him. Before Master Scorpio could see clearly, the old man had already floated in front of him in a strange way, and the hatchet in his hand had already cut his arm.

"I am the owner of the mountain here, and I will keep one side safe. If you go to the wrong place, don't go down as an example."

The old man took Scorpio's right arm that had been cut off by the hatchet and threw it into the mountain. A white tiger flew out, biting his arm and slipping into the forest.

Thinking back on this, although the mourner is full of fighting spirit, he is still a little fortunate that this temporary mission does not need to go to any mountain to assassinate the target, otherwise the ghost knows if he will encounter the same thing as Master Scorpio.

At that time, if some old man jumps out and chops him up with a machete, there is really no reason to go.

"Recently, Yangyang's health is getting worse and worse. I plan to take him to the United States after the Chinese New Year. I heard that there is a very powerful authority on the treatment of ALS."

In the Su family's mansion, a forty-year-old, well-maintained woman with outstanding temperament sat on the sofa, said with a forced smile on her face.

"What crime did my Su family do to put it all on Yangyang, alas." A short, white-haired grandmother in a red Tang suit sighed with tears in her eyes.

Su Zhendong, who was sitting on the sofa in the main seat, glanced at his wife, couldn't help but smiled wryly and said inwardly: "What's wrong? Although my generation has come out of the mountain of corpses and blood, and committed murder, But this is all for the sake of the country, so there should be good news, besides, those old ghosts who haven’t seen Marx yet have murdered as many people as I, Su Zhendong, so why don’t there be such strange diseases and strange things?!”

"Mi Hui, Yun Ping hasn't been home a few times in the coastal area this year, right?" At this time, the old woman held the woman's hand and said with a distressed and guilty face.

Mi Hui smiled happily and said, "He is busy with work, but he will come back whenever he has time. It is much better than previous years."

Sunan, who had been sitting by the side without speaking, looked at his little uncle and grandma with a strange expression, and could only sigh secretly: "This is a crime!"

If grandma hadn't been a hindrance at the beginning, nothing would have happened afterwards.

When Sunan thought of the existence of Wang Le, and then thought of his little aunt and younger brother Su Yang, he felt a headache. If his little aunt was a bitter and mean person, and Su Yang didn't have such a strange disease, then he, Sunan, would still He can stand on Wang Le's side confidently, and try his best to get Wang Le into the Su family, and recognize his ancestors.

However, the little uncle is virtuous, knowledgeable, gentle, and sincere.

To put it simply, if he, Sunan, can marry a woman like his little uncle in the future, he will wake up smiling when he sleeps.

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