The Wonderful Journey of the Best Villain

"I, Gedo Mista, are a born assassin. Do you think I'm just an ordinary hooligan?"

Misda's voice was soothing, her voice low, with the assassin's arrogance and calmness, in order to force him to do what he thought handsome, the assassination team was stunned.

Prosit was dumbfounded, and then his suspicion was slightly dispelled. His self-confidence completely caused Prosit to turn his doubts. Sure enough, Misda was not a simple person in this direction.

Jonson Joffrey has never had such an enjoyable experience.

He felt that Misda was an angel sent from heaven, so that he could fully tell his own information.

Misda already understands me completely. I not only understand my thoughts and have no doubts, but also tacitly cooperate with me. I am worthy of being a member of the original protagonist group.

This guy Prosit is really clever, almost, he's almost discovered.

But the ending is good, at least the assassination team already knows everything, and the fact that Misda can get this information proves that he is not a weak guy in Jiaqiu's mouth, and his strength and achievements are completely enough to join the assassination. Group up.

I'm so hard! Jonson Joffrey thought distressedly, he knew everything, he couldn't say it directly, but he had to walk on thin ice while he wanted to help everyone. Mista was my turn of the sky.

Risout thought for a moment, and said, "Mr. Misda, we attach great importance to your intelligence. If you don't dislike it, we will all be companions in the future."

Misda was ecstatic in her heart, but after learning what Jonson looked like, she said blankly: "I have nowhere to go. I wander everywhere. If that's the case, I will join you reluctantly."

At the same time, he cast a look at Jonson Joffrey, as if to say: ‘I’m smart. ’

Jonson Joffrey glanced lightly, and said nothing.

"With all due respect," Iruso said, "It would be too credulous for us to be like this." He glanced at Misda, and said, "Although, there is a real part of his information, and it is also very Surprising, but he is an enemy person after all."

What Iruso said is reasonable. Although the information given by Misda is very credible, sometimes lies are also true, and lies mixed with true and false are more credible.

Everyone fell into silence. At this time Meloni smiled and retorted Iruso, "Misda came to us after a lot of hard work. Both Bess and I can witness, and we have no choice now. If we are suspicious, the boss will pick up his daughter, and our clues will be completely cut off."

"Moreover, with regard to the melancholic blues, the enemy has completely mastered our movements, there is no need to send Misda to risk approaching us."

According to Meloni's analysis, all members of the assassination team recognized it seven or eight, and Jonson Joffrey also fully mastered the assassination team's IQ echelon.

Lisoute doesn't know what IQ is, but his judgment is absolutely top-notch.

Then the rest is: Prosciut is greater than Meloni, greater than Iruso, greater than Hormaggio, and equal to Gachu greater than or equal to Bessie.

Knowing this is easy. I, Jonson Joffrey, will soon dominate the entire assassination team. Just beware of Prosciut, but my companion, Misda, will cover me.

Meloni is very selfish. If you take me away, you won't be able to make a good stand-in. I can guess what they think of the rest.

The most important thing is that Risout is my uncle. I see who you dare to mess with me.

"Since this is the case, let them see the abilities of our assassination team." Risout said in a deep voice, "Jaqiu, Jonson, destroy all the places we go to prevent the blues from recovering, and get a boat. Taking advantage of the darkness, land in the port of Olbia."

In this way, the Boss can no longer check our information.

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"It's naive."

In the deep forest of Tavolara Island, on a tall coconut tree, Di Chano leaned on Shik Yarrow and laughed disdainfully.

The speed of organization is not what they can guess, after all, it is a matter of time.

The moment Gioluno posted the information on the Internet, the organization had already acted, and the ‘Passion’ organization was already the most efficient organization in Italy.

As soon as Scroo and Dicano saw the information, they directly followed the tracker on the Bugarati squad plane to search for the failed Bugarati.

When Misda had left for less than half an hour, Schaallo and Dicano began to track them, and with the speed of Clash, they found Misda in less than ten minutes.

"Follow him first, don't act rashly," Dichanos thought. "The assassination team must have seen the information on the Internet, and they will definitely come to pick him up."

In this way, Clash became the fourth fish that Misda dared not kill, and it followed Misda. At the same time, while Misda was sleeping, Dicano had already attached his TalkingHead to Misda's mouth.

"Don't underestimate our guards," Schairo said, hugging Di Chano.

The real destiny will not develop as you imagined. Jonson Joffrey didn't know that the intelligence he said had reached the hands of the Guards, or Diablo.

Although the assassination team did not see their information, the result was correct. Mista relied on his own fortune to find the assassination team by accident.

"Although it didn't go according to the original plan, the victory still belongs to us. The result is unchanged..." Dicano said, "Although they got rid of the melancholic blues tracking, they have completely fallen into my Dicano's hands. Up."

"Let's do it!" Skearo said, "kill them here."

Dicano immediately stopped him and put his hand on his chest, "We alone can't deal with them so easily."

"Dicano, you underestimated us."

"Skiaro, hold back," Di Chano said softly: "Now the other members of the Guard are at the airport, we just need to send the message and tell them to go to the port."

"We just need to pass on information silently."

Skearo frowned, Di Chano said something reasonable, he was always so calm, so he nodded, there is no melancholy blues as a source of intelligence, it is really troublesome. As long as they silently follow them and unite with the other guards, he and Di Chano will be able to reap the benefits of the fisherman.

"There is no signal here. I can't contact you. As long as you go to sea, you will immediately contact the BOSS." Shik Yaluo meditated, "Do you want to talk about the boss's daughter?"

Di Chano's face suddenly changed, and he gently pushed Shik Yaro away, using the moonlight to cover up his fearful look. Recalling the horrible story in his mind, he judged—

"We don't know about this." He said to Shik Yaro.

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Facial close-up with photos

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The next chapter opens a single chapter to explain a little bit of what everyone has doubted, as well as the recent sand sculpture belt critics.