Matilda put the teddy bear next to the sticky note and took a deep breath, looked around the room, and said goodbye to everything familiar.

She didn't know if she could come back alive, but the hatred and anger in her heart prompted her all the time.

When I think of that lonely figure, I can't help but feel a little thrilling. Just like my previous confession, this is her first love.

A girl knows what love is, and a girl can tell the difference between love and gratitude. Although she is so big, that kind of family life has long made her mature.

To love someone means to be with him at all times, to understand everything about him, to be happy and sad with him.

In the past decade, no one has ever saved her from taking care of her and caring for her, making her feel warm and safe like Zhang. Especially that day she pulled her away from the line of life and death, and from that moment on, her heart had already hung on him.

Although he talks very little, although he always acts very coldly, and even though he always leaves quickly after getting close to her a little, he will buy teddy bears for himself, he will urge himself to exercise, he will take her to see Manhattan Sun, and he will...burn those drugs for her.

Sometimes he was a little clumsy in expressing himself, sometimes he was lonely and mysterious, which kept attracting her.

However, Matilda never thought that loving someone would be so painful. No matter how close she wanted to get close to her or confess her love, he was always close and unwilling to admit his feelings.

Of course, she also understood that when she heard that shocking and sad past, she became more and more sympathetic.

Matilda could feel the great pain and fear in his heart, although it was hidden very deeply, just as she could feel the feelings he had hidden very deeply in himself.

So she can't pray for more.

However, my brother must be revenged, and she could not delay forever. When she secretly returned home to get the money, she saw the outline on the ground, and the anger and hatred that devoured people's hearts could not bear it, so-

"Goodbye." Put on the white grid coat, she looked at the house nostalgic. She held the paper bag with a pistol and walked out in refusal.

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"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" Zhang Haoxuan made several hammers on the wall with rare gains and losses. "I should have thought of it long ago, what I should have thought of it long ago, what I should have thought of it since she came back that day!"

He wanted to tell himself that he was so angry because she would die, not because she would die. However, as soon as his eyes fell on the note, a flame burned in his heart, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Calm down, calm down! Now is not the time to care about this. What matters now is to save her, no matter what it is for!

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Haoxuan controlled his emotions. He returned halfway. Matilda should have not arrived at the Drug Enforcement Administration, but now she cannot catch up with her before she goes in.

Moreover, today is Wednesday, and there should be many people in the Drug Enforcement Administration. It is impossible that there are only two or three cats like in the movie. You can easily break in. You must find helpers, at least those who can help when retreating, but who can you find?

He punched the wall again, resentful, then his eyes narrowed and then ran out.

After running all the way down the street, it took about ten minutes to come to the outside of the Italian restaurant that he had observed because of his habits and rushed in.

"Hey, who are you, what are you doing here!" asked the boss sitting in front of a small round table with a frown.

Zhang Haoxuan didn't say a single word, and he directly pointed his gun at his head.

"Calm down, work," the boss changed his face suddenly. "What do you need, maybe we can help you solve it."

Zhang Haoxuan still didn't say anything, but turned over the pocket he brought at the same time. With the sound of thumping, small green paper rolled up all over the floor.

"You have five minutes to call Lyon over and I want him to help. If the 100,000 is yours, I will kill you and your family if you don't come." He said coldly.

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In Manhattan, Federal Plaza, outside the New York Police Drug Enforcement Agency building, Zhang Haoxuan got out of the taxi, looked up at the building, and immediately strode in.

When passing the security door, the alarm lights were on, and the big belly policeman came over and said in an impatient tone: "Take out all the metal items."

He also reached out to push him as he spoke, but as soon as he finished speaking, his arms stretched out had already folded over in a strange position and screamed immediately.

However, the scream was only half released, and another hand reached over like lightning, pinched his chin and tweaked it hard. The policeman's chin was then removed, but he just fell to the ground and screamed in vaguely.

At this time, the other policemen in the hall had not yet reacted. After all, it was never before that they had ever been beaten by the police in the reception hall of the Drug Enforcement Administration.

Zhang Haoxuan rushed forward with an expressionless face, without even taking a look. It was not until he walked to the reception desk that the shocked policeman reacted.

"Hey, you!" a policeman standing at the reception desk immediately called out, answering him with a knife.

The policeman covered his throat and knelt down with his eyes bulging, while his colleague at the reception desk was punched in the head and fainted on the ground.

At this time, the alarm bell was shaking. The two policemen standing at the elevator door immediately pulled their guns. Zhang Haoxuan shook his windbreaker and two Berettas appeared in his hands. With just a few bangs, they were put on the ground.

He did not stop, and his hand holding the gun immediately swung to both sides and pulled the trigger continuously. Bang bang bang bang bang bang, although he seemed to be swinging aimlessly, each shot could cause a policeman who was drawing the gun to fall down.

Dingdong, amid the screams, the elevator arrived at the first floor. Zhang Haoxuan walked in, leaving behind seven or eight policemen who fell to the ground, as well as people in great horror.

"Quick! Quick! Quick!" With the voice of the commander, the policemen in bulletproof vests gathered at the elevator door and raised various muzzles.

With a tingling sound, the elevator arrived and the policemen's nerves also jumped tight. Then when the door opened, there was no one inside.

Everyone was stunned. In this space, a figure suddenly hanged down, and the two guns were pounding and firing. The policeman with the most tricky angle immediately fell down.

"Let's fire! Open fire!" someone shouted, and followed the roar of all the guns.

With the banging sound, a figure flashed. Zhang Haoxuan, who was hanging in the elevator, had already turned over and passed the police in the front row, and his hands were constantly crossing in the air, and each shot could be placed on a policeman.

"Dear Zhang, when you saw this note, I had already gone to the Drug Enforcement Administration."

The moment he landed, he grabbed a policeman and blocked him in front, stretched his pistol out of his neck without even looking at it, and shot the policeman holding the trigger.

"I'll kill the guy who killed my brother, Norman Stanford."

He pushed the policeman's body out, half-squatted on the ground, crossed his hands and shot, then waved his recoil to both sides, leaned down, pointing in a diagonal front and backward shot.

"If I die, you are willing to avenge me, the money on the table is the deposit."

He rolled on the spot and came to the bottom of a policeman who was shooting in a panic, and pointed his gun upward at his chin and shot.

"If you don't want to, please leave here with the money."

He stepped on the wall and turned over, and the two policemen who were robbing were dodged and the stocks hit their heads that had not had time to wear their helmets.

"I know that you have an unknown terrible past, and you saved me, took care of me, cared for me, and tolerated me, and I can't ask for anything more."

He stepped on the wall again and turned over 360 degrees in the air. The gun in his hand kept throwing out the bullets continuously.

"I just want to tell you, I love you, I really love you, I know my feelings, I will not hide it, nor have I illusions, I love you, Matilda."

The policeman screamed and fell to the ground, and the two Boreta's bullets were already firing. At the moment when the two policemen fired, he shrank to the ground, slid into them like lightning, and supported the ground with one hand and hit the target.

Plopped, as the last two policemen fell to the ground, Zhang Haoxuan finally stopped. Facing at least 20 corpses in the corridor, he temporarily relaxed and held the wall and gasped for two breaths.

After recovering some energy, he immediately walked deep into the corridor. There was no more time. When he thought of the sticky note, the fire in his heart burned even more.

With a loud roar, a strong bald man bumped out of the inside as he passed by, hugged him firmly, pushed him onto the wall and hit him head. Then he punched him several times in a row under his ribs, finally pressed his head and slammed him hard on the wall.

"Haha, damn bastard, you're done now!" The strong man let go of his hand and laughed. These punches were fast and fierce. Coupled with the last moment, even if he didn't die, he would faint due to a concussion.

However, he stopped after laughing for a few times, because Zhang Haoxuan turned his head without any damage - not completely unharmed, and there was still a trace of blood on his forehead and the corners of his mouth, but there was no expression on his face, like a robot.

The strong man was shocked and had to continue, but it was too late. Zhang Haoxuan had already punched him hard in the heart like lightning, his back suddenly arched and his eyes were about to bulge out.

Zhang Haoxuan shouted again, and his right hand punched him hard in the face. The strong man flew out, and blood splashed everywhere, and he could no longer move when he fell to the ground. The power of this punch was so great that he at least smashed his chin down.

"Compared with Bruce Wayne's fist," Zhang Haoxuan wiped the blood at the corner of his mouth with his thumb. He still had a faint expression, "Even mosquito bites are worse than mosquitoes."

Having said that, he still gritted his teeth and breathed a sigh of relief while reloading the magazine.

Then, he looked at the bald strong man who was already exhausted from the ground, probably from Stanford. Zhang Haoxuan grabbed the back of his neck, dragged him towards the target direction, and came to the door. He first kicked away with a slam, and then threw the body in.

The gunshot suddenly broke out inside, and a scream came out after a few seconds: "Stop, no..."

Zhang Haoxuan didn't give him the chance to finish his words, so he jumped into the room, and raised his guns without even looking.
Chapter completed!