In March, although Moscow entered the season of ice and snow melting, the nights were still freezing.
Compared to some international metropolises at lower latitudes, which are prosperous and busy at night, the entire city of Moscow seems much more depressed after nightfall.
It was already early in the morning, and except for taxis and pedestrians in a hurry, there were not many idle people on the street.
In the western restaurant, Ye Huang and the other five had dinner and were reminiscing about old times.
Suddenly, the five people tensed up at the same time and looked at a building in the distance.
Several black shadows rose and fell between several buildings in the night, heading this way.
"They're coming!"
Stephen took out a military spear and placed it on the table, with a hint of bloodthirsty and gloominess in his eyes.
At the age of fifteen, due to Rockefeller's invasion of the Siberian wolf tribe, he was kidnapped and his genes were extracted to become a puppet. He was finally rescued in his twenties.
Stephen takes the concept of home very seriously.
This time, someone wanted to destroy the life he had finally returned to and everything he had finally obtained, and he was naturally unwilling to do so.
On the side, Fa Sai, Keser and Bai Xiong all had a bit of amusement on their expressions.
"We haven't gone over yet, but they came uninvited and showed up at our doorstep." Looking at his mouth, Ye Huang sneered, stood up and stretched his muscles.
"In a word, there is no need to leave anyone alive. Remember that we are killers."
Stephen's words shocked the four of them, and after a moment, their eyes became hot.
It seemed like I was suddenly transported back to four years ago, when they were all still within the killer organization.
It was a glorious time, full of brotherhood and ruthless killing!
The next second, the five members of Ye Huang who were still sitting at the table suddenly disappeared.
A few minutes later, a shrill scream suddenly came out, breaking the original silence of the entire night. The sound made people's scalps tingle.
Soon, a corpse fell directly from behind a building dozens of stories high, hitting the trash can below heavily, and there was another shock.
"People from New Moon? It seems that those old ghosts are not stopping anymore."
At this moment, Ye Huang was standing on the roof of the building with a crescent-shaped dagger in his hand. He was no stranger to this kind of thing.
Not long before he and Xinyue fell out, several chief deacons of Xinyue passed a rule, which was to train all Xinyue's killers to use the same standard murder weapon.
The real source of these things is actually Leng Feng in his own hand.
As the King of Killers, Leng Feng helped Ye Huang make great contributions, which was naturally noticed by the bosses of Xinyue.
They chose a dagger similar to Leng Feng's as their standard murder weapon, so it is not difficult to guess.
"We want to see who takes the lead this time."
With a leap, Ye Huang disappeared directly. Within a few minutes, miserable groans could be heard one after another. In the blink of an eye, dozens of corpses appeared around the entire western restaurant.
In a cafe on a street not far from the western restaurant.
Rockefeller Jacques sat cross-legged on his seat, lighting a cigar in his hand and eyes half-squinted.
"Xiusluo, your people seem to be a little ineffective. In such a short time, more than a dozen people were killed. Could it be that the intelligence was wrong and stirred up a hornet's nest?"
In fact, Rockefeller Jacques did not want to participate in this operation against the Siberian wolf tribe.
After all, no one knows better than him the status of the Siberian wolf clan in the heart of the Ye family. Since he has chosen to cooperate with the other party, Rockefeller naturally does not want to provoke Emperor Ye.
However, the aloof father in the family did not want to see the Siberian wolf tribe exist for a long time.
"Master Jacques, you don't need to worry about this. If you want to get a generous report, how can you succeed if you don't pay some price? It's just some trash fish, it's nothing."
After taking a sip of coffee, the man named Shusro turned his head and looked out the window. Suddenly, a sharp figure came straight towards the coffee shop from a distance.
A black trench coat was fluttering in the strong night wind. Although Ken couldn't see his face clearly, after seeing his outline clearly, Shusluo's whole body was still stiff.
On the opposite side, Rockefeller Jacques also suppressed the smile on his face after seeing the person coming, and looked at him with a bit of surprise and amusement.
The visitor was none other than Ye Huang, who was originally in a Western restaurant a few kilometers away.
Standing outside the door, Ye Huang lit up a cigarette and took a puff.
"Should you come out on your own, or should I go in personally and ask you to come out?"
Ye Huang's sudden killing was completely beyond Shusluo's expectations. According to the information he obtained, only Stephen and a few people were stationed here, and there was no sign of Ye Huang.
But he didn't expect that when he went out to fight today, he would meet someone he hated the most.
Didn't he disappear for more than half a year? How could he appear in Moscow, near the wolf clan's stronghold that he wanted to capture?
Doesn't this mean that this Shura is preparing to stand on the same front as the Siberian wolf tribe?
When he thought of this, Shusi Luo felt his whole body tense up.
When Emperor Ye was in New Moon, he had seen the terror of the other party. As a deacon, Shusuluo had felt sorry for Stephen and others, but in the end he almost silenced Shusuluo.
If a deacon hadn't happened to be present to dissuade Shura from his behavior, Shura believed that Leng Feng, who was in the opponent's hands that day, would have wiped his neck without hesitation.
In fact, Shusi Luo is a person with no lofty ambitions.
When the special forces retired and entered the killer camp, it was all a mistake. Later, I felt that it was good to make money in the killer organization, so I stayed there. With some skills under my command, and my flattery, I became a deacon.
I thought I could walk sideways, but I bumped into some young men from Shura. After a few collisions, instead of taking advantage, I almost fell over and almost lost my life.
Fortunately, during the battle at Xinyue four years ago, Shura was seriously injured and left Xinyue. Otherwise, Shura wouldn't know how he would live in the future.
What he didn't expect was that four years later, there would be a reunion like today.
"Let's go. If you don't want to die, I think it's better for you to go out."
After picking up the coffee and taking a sip, Rockefeller put his hands in his pockets with a relaxed expression, opened the door and walked out.
"After not seeing anyone for half a year, I thought you fell into a hole and died." Rockefeller Jacques sneered as soon as he went out.
There has been no news from this guy for half a year, which makes him, a collaborator, feel less confident.
"If you don't just stay in the United States, why do you come here to die?"
Ye Huang's tone was also very serious and he scolded him directly.
"I can't help it. The old man at home can't trust me, so naturally I have to show off by paddling."
Shrugging his shoulders, Rockefeller Jacques half-jokingly explained to Ye Huang, clarifying his position.
