A presidential suite at Longhua Hotel is solemn.

Tulip mercenary members were circulated in every corner. Although they were of different sizes, they were all standard Westerners. At this moment, in addition to the five operational personnel including the Lion King Leo and Isaberry, they also had two members who were responding outside the hotel.

The Tulip Mercenary, which has always maintained a total of 7 members, is not the first-class European mercenaries, but is among the top 100 B-class mercenaries. Although the top combat troops such as Ye Wudao's killing of the shadow legion, the British Heavenly Prison Mercenaries, and the Roman Paradise Warriors seem to be weak, but they are also the objects of love for the nobles and top wealthy people in some countries. Most of the countries that can enter the A-class mercenaries are the sixth and dark organizations of various countries. Unless each member has excellent combat capabilities, the ordinary scattered mercenaries will not want to survive and upgrade to the A-class mercenaries. Among them, China's sabre troops rank sixth! They rank first among the special forces of all countries in the world!

The behind-the-scenes figure named "Lin Wei" hired the Tulip Corps is enough to buy a luxury villa in Beijing compared to this time. Tulip has a good record in the European mercenary corps. The completion rate of the characters is 89%, which is why they dare to speak out. After all, this kind of thing is a life-long life. Just 7 people can rank among the top 50 European mercenaries, which is enough to prove the strength of Tulips.

Standing against the wall is a young man with a ruthless face and a thin figure. He is a guide to the Spanish aristocratic character of the Iberian Peninsula. His wrong number is a jackal, which means he has a sharp vision. His good attitude is to follow and squat.

Assassination is his strengths. Cunning, wolves and dogs are his comments.

Since he killed the adoptive father who raped her sister at the age of eight, he has no human feelings anymore. Among the tulip mercenaries, his killing method is the most cruel. What he admires most is the fight against the dark monarch "Shadow Cold Feng" by the Sacred Warriors of the First Corps of Europe. In his opinion, the cunning and despicable shadow in action is the most gorgeous art. He admires the "Shadow" killing method more. He stubbornly believes that even the leader of the "Satanic Envoy" mercenary group, the three-headed dog, may not be the opponent of the assassination technique that shadow cannot be defended. To be honest, he often argues with the other six "Satanic Envoys" firmly supporters of the army.

Lying on the bed was a strong man who looked lazy and seemed to be in his heart. He had long brown hair, which seemed to be a person of the Slavic race, nicknamed, nightmare, and only the dreamer knew who it was.

Sitting on the sofa was an old man with silver hair, wearing a noble black dress, purely wearing an English aristocratic temperament, nicknamed, Earl of Delake. Therefore, the name means bloodthirst, which is his portrayal.

In addition, there is a middle-aged man who is leaning against the bed and looking at the blue sky outside from time to time. His bloodline should be from the Balkans. The gray color of artistic atmosphere in his melancholy eyes has won him the reputation of a "judger". Forced confession is his best. As long as the person falls into his hands, even dead people will speak. What he is most interested in is the meridians and acupuncture in Chinese medicine, and his understanding of the structure of human bodies is almost peak.

A dwarf jumping on the sofa is a computer hacker, and an idol is a Chinese "angel" who has ravaged himself several times.

The last one, the person standing in the middle of the room like an iron tower, is the core of the Tulip mercenary. He was born in the Scandinavia Peninsula. He debuted in his early years and was nicknamed Pirates, but later changed to the Lion King. Because Tulip had an unwritten rule that the number of people could only be 7. Leo entered this mercenary with outstanding combat power after the former Tulip commander died in battle, and finally gradually won his current position in constant battles.

The seven members of Tulip, only Naga Isaberi is not there.

After coughing, someone finally broke the silence and spoke in his voice hoarseness, like an ancient old bell.

"The leaves of the manor are getting old, and the grapes are traveling far away in the beer mug." This is an irrelevant sentence. Although the people who were secretly surveillance cannot understand, the six members of the Tulip understood what the Count wanted to express.

Leo glanced at the other four people, and finally turned his eyes to Count Draker and said, "I won't force it."

Earl Drak coughed again and said, "I am old. After I made this ticket, I should have stopped and go home to plant grapes in the almost deserted manor."

The tick of the classic Swiss rose wall clock on the wall was clearly heard, and none of the six people spoke. In fact, some of them, needless to say, the six people knew each other well. This time they came to China, not only did not complete the task, but instead became the prisoner of the target. This made people feel depressed. Although this life was temporarily saved, what would happen next? The six people were unsure of it. Faced with such an opponent, they were as fierce as they dared not fight to the death. What the desperate people feared the most was not only the madman who was desperate, but also the more evil and powerful.

But... the words behind him were interrupted by a cough. Behind the morbid image of this old gentleman was his sharp skills. The oldest and most experienced mercenaries among the Tulips mercenaries was him. As soon as he left, the already shaky tulips had no foundation.

"What about you guys? Court, what is your attitude?"

The judge, also known as the court. The melancholy middle-aged man sighed and said, "You are trekking in the fog, and the cold moon sinks into the arms of the thirteenth red sandalwood."

Leo nodded, looked at the jackal, and said, "Where are you?"

The jackal seemed to have not heard it, and was still coming and going. Just as Leo raised his eyebrows and was about to take action, the jackal suddenly stopped and stared at Leo and said, "I don't need to say any code words. I just ask you, Lion, if you think that boy can be reliable, then I will listen to you."

Leo's eyes rolled and looked at the nightmare on the bed.

"I don't care. As long as there is food, accommodation and women, I will go there, everywhere." Even speaking, there was a lazy and slackening tone.

Leo turned his head again and turned to the last person.

The ugly-looking dwarf shook his head and said, "China, I like it, the angels come from this mysterious country, I will stay."

"The snow will eventually melt in the northern foothills of the Alsz, and the typhoon in the Western Pacific will eventually blow to the window." Leo said a code word, "Since there is nothing wrong with it, then that's it."

"Is the tulip being picked like this?" The door suddenly opened, and Isabery came slowly with a charming charm.

The pain flashed in Leo's eyes and he sneered: "If our mercenaries lose their credibility, they can only die or disband. It is better to be picked by people than to completely wither. Even if they are kept in a vase in the bedroom, as long as they survive, it is hope. Humph, who doesn't want to see the sun of tomorrow!"

Isaberry said: "I don't want to." She had different emotions towards the Tulip Corps, just like Count Dekra. Although she was willing to surrender absolutely to the strong, it was only her personal wish, not the Tulip Corps that had devoted all the efforts of the man. Although that memory was covered with the death of the man, Isaberry did not want the tulip to be absorbed by Ye Wudao like this.

"This is not a reason, survival is always the first purpose of mercenaries."

"If you don't fight, just admit defeat. This is not Tulip's usual style!" Isabery sneered.

"Even if Tulip killed Ye Wudao, the remaining people would probably have only one or two clans at most. This business is even more cost-effective. We cannot attack because of your feelings. The impulse is a devil." The judge said coldly.

"Tsk tsk, the women of the Naga tribe, one of the terrifying oldest races in Europe, can even talk about feelings. Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk, maybe Satan should go to church to sing Mass." The person who said this was a jackal with a cold eyes. His words were tricky and mean, and at the same time, he perfected Yishabe's mentality.

"Funny tulips, funny women, Naga tribe, seem to have heard of them."

Ye Wudao admired this scene through the monitor screen. Standing beside him was Yan Dongshu, who was still a tit-for-tat enemy in the past few hours, a prince from the south and a young man from Beijing. Both of them are the most outstanding young heroes in the contemporary era. At this moment, their relationship is quite subtle. Of course, they are not, and the enemies are not like him. Ye Wudao finally saved his life.

Ye Wudao looked at the young master of the Yan family who ordered the family to return to Beijing but acted without permission, Yan Dongshu, the core figure of the Prince's Party in the capital, and Lin Wei, which was said to be the most valued confidants of the mysterious prince.

"That woman, it's best not to stay." Yan Dongshu said lightly.

"It's interesting to have a time bomb around me, and I can't do anything to make me attack such a woman," Ye Wudao touched his nose and said with a weird smile.

"This is your business." Yan Dongshu stopped speaking.

Ye Wudao turned on the speakers in the presidential suite, looked at the alert Tulip mercenaries' seven members, and smiled and said, "Since you have finished the discussion, then the welcome that is left, those who want to leave can leave."

Turn off the speaker, holding the red wine, he turned around and stared at Yan Dongshu who was thinking, with a bright smile and cold eyes, "What is Yan Qingwu's relationship with you?"

Yan Dongshu smiled gracefully and said, "Brother and sister, brother and sister."

Ye Wudao raised his eyebrows, stopped talking, and gently drank a sip of bright red wine as bright as blood.

Yan Dongliu looked at the old man on the screen who finally chose to walk out of the room nicknamed Count Dekra, and said with interest: "Just leave like this?"

Ye Wudao raised his lips and sneered: "He is going to die, how can I stop him? Staying in the room is heaven, and walking out of the room is hell. This is their choice."
Chapter completed!