Cody immediately saw a bad omen, immediately pulled out his gun. But by the time Cody pulled out his gun, a sharp dagger was pressed against his neck, gently pressing down. His neck ached, and fresh blood gushed out. Louis cut off his communication device with his hand. Cody did not dare to move, tried to calm down, and said: "Who are you anyway?" The driver took off his sunglasses, revealing a face that surprised Cody. "It's you!" Cody rolled his eyes at the person in front of him, wasn't the target he just lost? Why has he turned into a driver in the blink of an eye? Louis took off the wig on his head, smiled proudly at his "prey", and said: "Have fun?" Cody at this moment really wanted to cry but couldn't make a sound, even begging for his life could not be uttered. "The Bonbne mercenaries? Who hired you? Tell me, I'll let you go, okay? Louis retracted his gun, the knife in his hand a little closer to Cody's neck. Cody was so scared that his face turned white, and hurriedl
This time, it was very difficult to convince his grandfather to send his men to help, Anselm Marc must make full use of these two people. Jake is a short, fat man, wearing a round belly, but very agile, not at all like an old man. Laughing all day, the same spirit as Mr. Di Lac worshiped in the temple. Joel is a tall old man, red-faced, very clear-eyed, just the arrogance in his eyes, even in front of Anselm Marc, did not disappear. Hearing Anselm Marc's words, Jake laughed and stood up, saying: "The master has told us, then we two old men have to go on a trip." Joel said nothing, just nodded coldly. By the time Jake and Joel were gone, Anselm Marc grabbed his cell phone, thinking about whether to call his friends to fight or not, aren't you fighting as a companion? At the Intelll harbor, not only the assassins but also a number of goods and children were traded by Anselm Marc to other countries. If Louis found out, then… Anselm Marc did not dare to think. … This time at Intelll
Of course, Michael is also not from Country I but from Country M, the most important thing is, he is an assassin, ranked 15th in the world, and the number of people who have died at his hands cannot be counted. Anselm Marc, how cunning you are. This is really not a bad position. No wonder they weren't afraid at all, after knowing that I and Mila were coming, they didn't steer the boat away but patiently waited for me to fall into the net. With no support at all, it seems that they are very confident in their strength. In fact, this time Louis mistakenly blamed Anselm Marc, because Anselm Marc did not know that in this group of people from Country I, there were two high-class assassins. He only knew that among the people from Country I that he had recruited, there were two white people, but he did not know the identity of their assassins. In country M, it is not uncommon for some white people to join these states, and some white policemen even protect those states. His subordinates
Michael stared in horror at his arm on the ground, speechless. Without arms, could he be a gun god? He has become disabled. Louis stooped and picked up the golden gun on the ground, a little regretful not wanting to let go. If these two guns were brought to the black market to sell, they would not know how many thousands of thousands of dollars. It should be known that the gun god Michael is not only a master gun player but also a master gunsmith. He designed a gun for a secret military factory, and that company agreed to make the set for him. Besides, this is Michael's last work, isn't it? The vast majority of artists die, and their work becomes valuable. Louis put that golden gun to Michael's head, smiled, and said: "Gun God, nice to meet you." Michael froze, not understanding what was happening. He did not expect that he would lose at the hands of such a young man. Is this what Asians call capsizing a boat in a ditch? It's that he despises his opponents. Not. I tried reall
"Who are you?" Louis frowned. This old man's tone is very unusual, do you think you are a policeman, if you want to ask someone, ask. "You have no right to ask who we are. Just answer who you are." Joel spoke even more coldly. Although he was Marc's servant, his status in Marc's family was very high. Even Anselm Marc when talking to them had to be very careful with words, let alone Marc's others. Except for the old man, they have no respect for anyone. Moreover, having Marc's flag on them, they are not afraid of being criticized by others. In To Hang, it can be said that they roam around. A few years ago, when he was young, he often appeared and beat people, now he is old enough to like peace a bit. But people who are used to being arrogant, how can they tolerate other people talking to them with this attitude? Moreover, there are two young names. Even though the dashing man on the scene exuded a murderous aura that was terrifying, the young man talking to them was too insignific
Apparently discovering the intentions of two Jake, and Joel, Mila immediately rushed forward, the trident in her hand was also raised and stabbed at Jake's body.Just saw a flash of light. Jake's back was marked with a long line. The wound on Jake's back quickly appeared, blood dripping on the sand. Even though he couldn't see his wound with his own eyes, Jake could feel the pain in his bodyAlthough his body was seriously injured, Jake still rushed toward the third.If the two of you don't join forces, then there's no way to win.Louis had a chance to stop Jake from rushing, anyway, Joel standing in front of him wasn't considered a hindrance.But in his heart, he felt strange. At this point, why do the two of them have to work together?Thinking like that, Louis not only did not stop but also left an empty space.Under Louis' arrangement, the two brothers finally stood with their backs to each other."Brother. What's wrong with you?" Joel saw Jake injured and asked worriedly."It's o
Louis knew, if he didn't see this move, it was possible to use more and more energy to rush into the opponent. If you fall into that vicious cycle, you are afraid that the outcome will be unfavorable to you.This is definitely a great subject, which is also the core content of their Jutsu.But Louis knows that this answer will never be known, they will disappear in this sandstorm."Mila." Louis suddenly called out.Swallow!The sound just came out of her mouth, Mila who was fighting the opponent just now appeared beside Louis. Her speed is as fast as a ghost.This makes the insecurity in the hearts of the two old men Joel and Jake even more increased, playing singles is not an opponent, but combined, one can not win them.Who are they after all?Such a young person, but why has such a terrible body?Anselm Marc, who did you end up feuding with? You hurt us.Louis looked at Mila and said, "I've seen the magic of their combined strategy. Now it's our turn to act. See if they can see it.
“Edsel, I'm going home too. We'll talk later tomorrow," Louis called Edsel to say a few words, then he turned off the phone. Lean your head on the chair, and sleep. These days have really made Louis feel tired, although he hasn't been injured yet, the confrontation is nonetheless strong assassins and masters.Seeing that Louis was asleep, Mila quietly took out her phone to press and send a message.In a lavish, wealthy mansion, a woman of about twenty or sixteen, wearing a white dress was sitting enjoying a cup of coffee. The phone on the table made a few “ting ting ting…” ringtones that caught her attention.“Hmm… Who is texting now?”The slightly suspicious girl asked herself a question, then picked up her phone to look at the message. Just watching for a few seconds, her face appeared a beautiful smile, in the phone, a photo was sent. The person in the photo is a man, and he is sleeping, even though he is sleeping, his handsomeness has not faded at all."Louis, you've grown up, you