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　　 "I tell you...hiccup...I invented the greatest technology in the world...hiccup...Howard is a thief...hiccup...you should have belonged to Tony Stark..."

　　 Ivan Vanke’s father hiccuped without saying a word, and the alcohol squirted out from his throat and filled the entire basement.

　　 Ivan Vanke glanced back at his father who was lying on the bed. He didn't want to say anything. He didn't believe his father's drunkenness.

　　 Since he remembered, his father had few reliable words, clamoring that he was a great scientist, but he did not see anyone from any relevant department come to his home.

　　 "Don't believe it...hiccup...I have drawings...hiccup...wait for me to study and understand...I will be rich and rich...I will take you to kill them all!"

　　 Ivan Vanke’s father continued to talk about drinking, not to mention the research and understanding of the drawings. After so many years, his scientific research ability has regressed to the extent that he does not know how far it is. Now it is difficult to see clearly.

　　 Boom!

　　 There was a sudden explosion outside. Before Ivan Vanke could realize what was happening, a soldier in military uniform broke into the door.

　　 The soldier's face was all gray, and the flustered expression was still clearly visible under the dust.

　　 "Don't move! Don't move! Hold me up!"

　　 The soldier pointed his pistol at the person inside and kept shouting.

　　 Under the gun, Ivan Vanke raised his hand honestly, but his eyes were not as honest as his hands, and he was always looking for opportunities and routes to counterattack.

　　 "Give up the useless struggle, your reinforcements have all fallen."

　　 A sturdy man suddenly appeared at the door. The man was sharp-edged, his skin was covered with scars, and he was blind in one eye, but the sense of deterrence was outrageous.

　　 In addition, Ivan Vanke noticed that the only weapon on the man’s body was a long sword in his right hand. This puzzled him very much. It is unreasonable for people with guns to be afraid of people with cold weapons.

　　 "Bradley! Put down your weapons! I... I am hostage now!"

　　The soldier hurriedly pointed his gun at Ivan Vanke's father on the bed. Maybe it was because the hangover and paralyzed person couldn't raise his hand to surrender?

　　Kim Bradley looked at the soldiers coldly, which seemed like a Russian, hostage? What it is?

boom!

　　 Under tension, the soldier pulled the trigger, and at the same time the bullet was shot, Bradley also moved, flashed directly in front of the soldier, drew a sword light, and split the soldier directly into two.

"dad!"

　　 Ivan Vanke rushed to his father's bed with great sorrow. The blood had already stained this small bed, and the people on it were completely out of breath.

　　 After crying for a few seconds, Ivan Vanke suddenly couldn't cry anymore. I don't know why, he felt that he was not as sad as he thought, but he felt relieved.

　　 Kim Bradley walked to the bed and glanced at the person on the bed, frowning at Ivan Vanke and asking, "Ivan Vanke?"

　　 "Do you know me?" Ivan Vanke knelt on the edge of the bed, looking up at Kim Bradley.

　　 Kim Bradley lifted Ivan Vanke with one hand. Although Ivan Vanke is not particularly strong due to nutritional problems, he is an adult male after all.

　　Kekin-Bradley carried him like a little chicken.

"I said he shouldn't let him raise you. It is shameful for a father to say such a thing!" Kim Bradley's expression remained unchanged when he spoke. , I will prepare a coffin for him."

Kim Bradley took Ivan Vanke to the ground while he was talking. There were a lot of dead bodies around here. After leaving the basement, Kim Bradley put Ivan Vanke down and turned to look into his eyes. .

　　 "My name is Kim Bradley, you just call me Kim, understand?"

Ivan Vanke nodded, he felt a little bit awkward inexplicably, but every time he wanted to take a tough attitude, he was immediately shocked by Kim Bradley’s face, and his intention was straightforward. Dissipated.

　　 "Let's go, there will be gangsters coming to wash the floor soon, you are not suitable for staying here, and your body is too weak and needs training."

　　 Kim Bradley spoke and took the lead and walked in a direction where a wild car parked.

　　 After getting in the car, Ivan Vanke found a man who was obviously a gangster sitting on the co-pilot.

　　 "Mr. Jin, this is the reward for this time. My boss is a little unwell. He asked me to thank you for your action on his behalf."

　　 The gang member said flatly, the attitude is the same as that of Kim Bradley as his boss.

　　 Kim Bradley took a paper bag and glanced at the cash inside, "Just take the money for errands, and send us to the old place."

　　 "Yes, yes." The gang said, turning his head to look at the driver, "Are you deaf?! Drive!"

Ivan Vanke looked at Kim Bradley from the corner of his eye. This man seemed to be an acquaintance of his father, but the relationship was not very good, and he even had grudges~www.wuxiahere.com~ In addition, he kept thinking about Kim. -Bradley's sword, what kind of attack it was, he couldn't even see the shadow in his eyes.

　　 "Kim...Where are we going?"

　　 Ivan Vanke asked in a low voice.

　　 "Speak louder, what can I do without the strength to speak?!"

　　 Kim Bradley taught without looking back.

　　 "Jin! Where are we going?!"

　　 Ivan Vanke repeated it loudly.

　　 "Well, very energetic."

　　 Kim Bradley exclaimed without emotion, "Let's go home."

go home? Ivan Vanke was silent. He didn't know what he should respond to. He just sat there, but he felt a little bit that he wasn't so scared anymore.

　　 Yang Qiu, who was watching everything from the perspective of God, nodded in satisfaction. The prologue to the eighth script was perfect. Kim Bradley's performance could not be better, and Ivan Vanke's performance was also in line with the expected one.

　　 In short, with Kim Bradley next, it is impossible for Ivan Vanke to follow the original life path. His subsequent life has undergone tremendous changes starting today.

　　 At the same time, at the home of Ivan Vanke, the Russian supernatural rapid reaction force arrived at the scene, very skillfully inspected the dead body lying in the middle of the basement, and directly wrote something on a booklet.

　　 Immediately after putting the body of Ivan Vanke's father in a body bag, he was about to be cremated.

　　 Except for these things, they didn't do anything extra. They turned around and left. When they left, they lit the whole basement with a torch.

　　 The drawings that Ivan Vanke's father had been hanging on the very side also disappeared with the flame.