The Wonderful Journey of the Best Villain

At noon on March 17, 1999, the speeding car screamed, and on the not-so-wide path leading to Naples Airport, gunshots continued.

"Should I be worthy of the boss? The speed is too fast!" Hormaggio looked at the rearview mirror, and dozens of cars crowed and chased after him. They had just left the base for less than half an hour. The road to Naples Airport has not yet reached one-fifth, this is already the second wave of attacks.

All members of the assassination team frowned and looked vigilantly at the surrounding residential buildings. The enemy's snipers could attack from the air at any time.

The gang fighting has severely affected the lives of civilians in Italy.

Originally, the spirited assassination team completely betrayed the organization no matter how they wanted to see Sardinia, but this is a high profile, which is quite inconsistent with their level of work. They have always pursued the purpose of assassination. Finish the habit of going back to the game early and survived the world.

But Jonson Joffrey, this ability may be an explosive kid, too incompatible with the style of the assassination team, so everyone except the captain doesn't like him very much.

He doesn't speak Italian, and most of the time, he sits silently in the corner.

"Damn, the organizers are too fast." Iruso sighed inwardly.

"Our looks and names are probably in the organization's public intelligence website." Proschede said, "Fortunately, even the boss doesn't know the specific abilities of my group."

"Ah? What should I do now, brother!"

"Even if it is a boss, it is very difficult to gather so many people at once." Lisoute calmly analyzed: "Humans are things that track their desires. I guess, the boss must have been issued, similar to catching us. The reward of status and money is used to drive human nature with desire."

Meloni sitting in the second row suddenly took a long breath, showing a very surprised expression.

"Hey, boss, he actually..." Meloni frowned, her purple hair trembling a little.

"Hey! Meloni, you can tell me clearly, don't hang your appetite!"

"I just hacked into the organization's public intelligence network and saw our photos and names all on it."

Meloni looked up, and purple eyes were surprised and unwilling: "The BOSS said that as long as we catch us, we can replace Polbo and become a cadre in the south!"

"...!"

This is tantamount to fighting against all of Italy! Although the assassination team has always been quite mysterious and the information about them is very limited, but since they have completely entered the Internet age, this means that every time their attack is witnessed, it will be immediately transmitted to the Internet, and the next enemy Once you have this information, PASSIONE is equivalent to weaving a big net, and they are the fish inside.

When everyone fell silent, Risout suddenly preached calmly: "Isn't this just right?"

Risout's tone was unusually brisk, and under the expressionless shell, he seemed to be in a good mood.

"Today, let our assassination team disintegrate his organization a little bit and let him feel our awareness and pain. Isn't it good?" Risout's tone was flat, with an indisputable tone that could not be refuted, making the anxious team All the members calmed down.

"A coward who never shows up can't control the chaotic Italy. This is the time when the assassination team truly dominates the destiny of Italy!"

Risout deserves to be the core of the entire team. Jonson Joffrey never thought about what kind of man could make this group of assassination team members with extraordinary strength, unpretentious, arrogant, and different personalities bow their heads and become one. Strings, advance and retreat together, is really a remarkable thing.

This kind of person has become his own bloodless uncle because of all kinds of ingenuity, and I have to say that this may be the fortune of my JO family.

The car was calm for a long time, and Jiaqiu will always break the calm, because he can't be quiet for more than a minute.

"Hahaha! This is our boss! We must be the boss this time!" Jiaqiu's voice is the opposite of Risout's voice. It is a scream from his voice. Sometimes it is really magical, "Boss kind of fool Idiot! Idiot! Let him have a taste of the great masters of the world's No. 1 assassination team!"

Hormaggio couldn't help but sneered, and said his trademark mantra: "You really can't help it!"

"Then fasten your seat belts!... Well, forget it, you are not the ones who can put your seat belts honestly."

What seat belt does the wicked wear? ! We even run through the red light!

As soon as Hormaggio's voice fell, his hands and feet quickly stepped on the brake clutch, and the cross-country that had been modified by Iruso and Meloni gave out a long roar, emitting long smoke on the spot, one hundred and eighty degrees. Turning sharply, rushing to the alleys of the residents, took a shortcut to throw off the chasing soldiers, drew chaotic screams and the sound of rioting things smashing,

"Damn it! The assassination group rushed into the alley!" the chaser behind cursed.

"Catch up!"

"No way! It's a residential building over there!"

"You fool! Regardless of whether he is a resident or a resident, you can become the overlord of the south by catching them!"

"The blasting team is ready to mount a howitzer and bazooka!"

The gangsters who were shrouded in money and desire behind sticked their heads out of the glass window. With machine guns and howitzers, the explosion of bazookas and glass cracking, huge smoke ignited, and countless glass shards wrapped in streamers leapt into the air. Countless screams and screams, groans, groans, crying, incessant ears, just like a real battlefield.

The human beings driven by desire, the vehicles driven by humans, rushed out of the crowd like mad beasts, without thinking that they might kill people, and the AK that was fired might accidentally injure civilians.

"These bastards!" Seeing Jiaqiu's vicious face in the rearview mirror, he suppressed and cursed in a low voice: "It's like a feng dog, actually shooting at civilians."

Although Hormaggio has the habit of not paying much attention to the real thoughts of animals, he does not regard running people to death as fun. He cursed secretly and turned the steering wheel one hundred and eighty degrees. Accompanied by the howling wind and surrounding screams, Hormaggio suddenly stepped on the brakes, the car hummed, and the off-road arrogantly stopped.

"They stopped?!" The gangster was surprised to find that the cross-country they were chasing was close at hand.

They continued to move closer and found someone lying on their stomachs like a spider above the cross-country.

"Shoot! Shoot!" the leader shouted.

A gangster holding a howitzer suddenly said: "Why do you feel that the air seems to be getting cold."

They immediately fired, and the pulsating air of bullets rushed towards the assassination team.

Just when it was about to approach, it suddenly disappeared, and the cross-country car made the sound of bullet collisions, and at the same time it lit up, as if an invisible wall was constantly reflecting bullets.

The gangsters couldn't help being surprised, and quickly continued to shoot, only to find that their fingers had been completely frozen. After pulling hard, they found that the fingers were immediately broken, and they made constant screams.

At this time, the bullet that had been bounced back suddenly bounced back, killing all the exposed gang members at once.

Jiaqiu, who was lying on top of the off-road vehicle, let out a low laugh like a beast, a broken voice, and said hoarsely:

"WhiteAlbumGentlyWeeps. (White Album, silent crying)."

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I’ll update a little bit later. Don’t leave a message in the comment area and ask if it’s a pigeon. This will cause misunderstandings from other readers who haven’t read it, please!

I usually update in the afternoon or evening. At that time, I am more inspired, but I am not sure. Sometimes it will be updated in the morning, and I can’t schedule it, sorry.

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There are two more tonight.