Under the hazy moonlight, there was no sound at all in the always noisy villa area. It was as quiet as a cemetery, with an extremely terrifying gloom, which made people feel a cold feeling in their hearts.
Blood filled the air above the entire villa area, with a nauseating vomiting feeling, which made the group of people walking towards the villa area stop and glance at each other, seeing the same look on each other's faces.
There was worry and deep fear, and a suffocating feeling as if a cold snake was wrapped around my neck.
"Captain, it seems..." A young man's lips trembled, trying not to look so timid, but his voice betrayed the fear in his heart.
"A lot of people died." An older man in military uniform tightened his grip on the submachine gun in his hand. At this time, only a gun could give him a sense of security. As long as he had a gun in his hand, he felt that his life was in his own hands.
inside.
"Keep going." The man known as the captain gave the order with a normal expression. His calmness also made the people accompanying him feel slightly relieved. At least their captain, who was like a god of war, was not intimidated.
However, the man's ring finger was slightly bent, and this small movement was not ignored by the man next to him. The man who saw this movement had a strange look in his eyes, half smiling but not smiling.
This group of people continued to move forward, passing through a completely silent villa area, and reached the final community swimming pool. Everyone seemed to have seen a ghost, their faces were pale, their eyes were as wide as bells, and they were in disbelief.
Look at everything in front of you.
What is purgatory on earth, this is it.
In Nuoda's swimming pool, countless corpses were floating on it. Their death conditions were horrific and bloody. Even people like them who were used to seeing big scenes felt nauseated. The originally crystal clear water had been dyed bright red.
The pool was full of floating corpses, and a few broken limbs were scattered around the pool.
"Captain... vomit..." The young man just now couldn't say a word. He was already covering his chest, bent over and retching, and his face was as pale as paper.
The man called the captain didn't need to look back. He knew the faces of the people behind him. He knew that he had lost this time. That man was indeed more terrifying than the rumors said. He predicted that he would fail in the rescue and even predicted that he would die.
Here, it's just that he is unwilling to accept it and does not believe that the country to which he has devoted his whole life of loyalty will treat him like this.
He didn't believe it and didn't want to believe it.
"Captain, surrender." The man holding the submachine gun just stepped forward and patted the captain on the shoulder with a heavy tone, "This is our fate. You have already guessed it, haven't you?"
Just because I was unwilling to give in, I came here reluctantly, hoping to finally work hard for myself.
The captain was silent, and finally knelt down on one knee, lowered his head, and shed tears on the ground.
In another villa, several pairs of eyes were fixed on the monitor, their lips pursed tightly, but they could not hide their joy.
"Go and take them back." A man's voice had no emotional ups and downs, but had a soothing indifference. The man turned around and looked at his men, raising his eyebrows slightly, "Captain Constino was taken away alone, Miss.
Want to see him."
"Yes." As he spoke, several people filed out.
The man who spoke smiled slightly, exuding the elegance and dignity of a nobleman. He stood with his hands behind his hands and breathed a sigh of relief, "Games are enjoyable."
The girl told him this. She seemed to be thinking of the girl with a smile as gentle as water. The man's eyebrows showed a bit of tenderness. It had been so long since they came to Japan together seven years ago.
I haven't been apart for so long, and I really...miss her a little bit.
"Master Yu, the helicopter is ready and ready to go." The person who spoke was the man's bodyguard. His tall body was almost twice as tall as the man's. However, this man's respectful demeanor towards the man made other people look extremely funny.
.
"Let's go." He turned around and walked towards the helicopter. After they left the ground, the man gently took the button in his hand and leaned against the window, admiring the splendid villa area below like fireworks blooming, with flames soaring into the sky.
gorgeous.
"Don't use such expensive bombs next time." The man frowned and said this after a long while.
"Yes." His bodyguard seemed to be used to his nonsensical language and calmly changed the topic, "Actually, the hall master doesn't have to go back in such a hurry. You can rest for a few days after the matter is over. You haven't had a good rest these days.
rest."
The man didn't answer. He just leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and fell asleep. It took him a long time to reply with one word, "Hmm", and then nothing more happened.
The bodyguard sitting aside could only sigh. The hall master and the lady agreed to leave for two months, and today was the last day, so he hurried back. Although he knew it, he still endured it when he saw the tiredness on the hall master's face.
He couldn't help but say something.
Two hours later, the helicopter landed on the roof of the Watanabe Society Building. The man stroked his sore forehead, tightened his windbreaker, and stepped out of the helicopter gracefully. Several people had already come to pick him up.
"Qin Mo, why are you here?" The man raised his eyebrows and asked strangely.
In the Watanabe Club, apart from Miss Watanabe Mu Lan, who has just become the president after her eighteenth-year-old coming-of-age ceremony this year, there are only three people who need special attention.
One is Hall Master Yu of the Watanabe Society, and Hall Master Lin Yuchen, who is considered a childhood sweetheart with the lady, is said to be almost inseparable. Hall Master Yu is handsome, elegant and gentle, and is the most popular in the entire Japanese underworld.
A man who makes women fascinated, but he is cold and indifferent to everyone, and only shows a gentle and charming smile to the young lady, so everyone secretly guesses that Hall Master Yu likes the young lady.
The other is the young lady's personal bodyguard, Qin Mo, a man who was mistaken for a woman. He has a feminine appearance and delicate appearance. No one knows where he studied, but he is the only man whose skills are on par with Hall Master Yu.
I heard that he was gay. Apart from young ladies, there were no other women around him. He was often with a bunch of men, and he was once treated as a weakling. As a result, those who tried to have sex with him had their hands chopped off.
, thrown on the street.
The last one is the Moon Hall Master of the Watanabe Society, Yue Ling. She is an extremely beautiful, goddess-like figure, but her cold cruelty is more impressive than her appearance, so even if she is so beautiful, it is not
People dare to challenge her. I heard that she is extremely indifferent to everyone, even to young ladies. However, because of her outstanding abilities, no one dares to say anything. After all, even young ladies don’t care, let alone others.
You need to pay attention.
"The lady said that you must be back in a hurry. Let me force you to go to bed and sleep for ten hours before going to see her."
"..."
Lin Yuchen, whose protest was ineffective, was forced to sleep in the lounge of the building. He fell helplessly on the bed, unable to fall asleep.
In fact, his sleep has been very bad in the past few years. Originally, because of the Lin family's annihilation incident, whenever he closed his eyes, he would see his father and mother looking at him with sorrow in their eyes. Later, he began to receive training.
, I have maintained a high degree of alertness both physically and mentally, and am very light sleeper. I will wake up as long as there is the slightest sound, and it doesn't matter if I don't sleep for several days.
Later, Mu Lan found out about this matter, so she thought of many ways to let him rest, and also hired many psychiatrists and hypnotists. The situation has improved a bit, but now she often has troubles when she occasionally goes out to do things.
You won't feel tired even if you don't sleep for a few days.
Turning her face to the side, she saw a glass of milk on the bedside table. Under the milk was a note. The few numbers were written by Mu Lan. The little girl was worried that he would not rest, so she wrote a note in person urging him to rest.
A warm current flowed through his heart. He sat up and drank milk. It had a slight sweetness, probably due to the addition of some honey. Only Mu Lan knew this habit. Lin Yuchen sighed. This little girl, obviously
He didn't have that kind of mentality, but he did his best in everything. If he didn't know very well who the person in her heart was, he might have misunderstood her.
But, even if you know who the person in her heart is, so what?
He still can't give up, can he?
It turns out that liking someone can become a habit, a habit to live by.
In the empty shooting range, a tall woman wearing a white shirt, a pair of black jeans, and goggles was aiming at the gun target in the distance. The gunfire was continuous and her movements were coherent without any hesitation.
After firing a few shots, he put down the gun and took off his goggles.
This is a very beautiful girl, with big bright eyes that seem to be able to speak, with a bright smile, a sweet and warm smile that makes people like her from the bottom of their hearts. Her fair skin and delicate facial features make her look extremely likeable.
She is a beautiful Barbie doll, but her smart eyes seem to be able to see through everything at a glance, making people believe that she is definitely not a simple little girl.
"Miss, we're here." Qin Mo's voice sounded again, followed by the footsteps of more than a dozen people. They were very calm, and it looked like they had gone through long-term training.
"Xiao Yan, I'm hungry." Mu Lan threw away the things in her hand and acted coquettishly towards the woman who walked in with Qin Mo, looking like a sweet little girl.
"I know, Miss's snacks are ready." The person called Xiaoyan was a woman in her twenties. She looked at Mu Lan fondly and pointed to the lounge.
Mu Lan nodded, turned around and walked to the lounge.
The lounge is not big and is divided into two parts with a thick carpet. The half without carpet only has a few sofas and chairs, while the other side with carpet also has several sofas, but there are several sofas on the sofa.
The cute dolls and cushions look like they belong to Mu Lan.
Walking to the carpet, Mu Lan took off her shoes and stepped on the soft carpet with her bare feet, making her look even more petite.
"What on earth did you bring me here for?" Centino asked with a cold face. His hands were handcuffed behind his back, but he did not show any sign of weakness as a prisoner. Instead, he looked at him with a pair of hunter-like eyes.
He stared closely at the little girl in front of him.
To be honest, he was shocked.
In fact, they have been looking for news about the Watanabe Club, especially the president. Judging from his way of doing things, he should be an experienced man, rough, calm, cruel, and savage. They have sent many agents here.
They were looking for this person, but every time there was a clue, they were cut off, so they believed that the president was still a very keen person.
But I didn't expect that it would be such a little girl, she didn't even look like she was an adult yet.
"I just turned eighteen last month and became an adult." Mu Lan's voice was soft, but it revealed a bit of calmness and a maturity that belied her age.
"I don't know you." Being exposed, Constino was a little embarrassed.
"But I know you. You were born in Russia, but you returned to the United Arab Emirates to serve the local government at the age of sixteen. You joined the special forces at the age of twenty and became the youngest among them. You were promoted to major at the age of thirty.
Your parents are both high-ranking officials in Dubai, and you once saved a man, Dongfang Yan." When she mentioned that name, Mu Lan's fingers trembled slightly, trembling slightly without any trace.
"Do you know Yan?" Constino frowned. They were both in Northern Europe at the time, and by chance, Yan Yi's life was saved. At that time, he was accompanied by a man, who was very unfriendly, so they didn't get along for long. He just because
I left there because of my mission.
Mu Lan smiled lightly and said nothing, looking at Constino with a gentle look in her eyes. She nodded, "I know Yan."