Hello, dear passengers, the plane has entered Tokyo and is about to land at Tokyo International Airport. Please fasten your seat belts! A pleasant female voice sounded in the cabin.
Arrived? It seems that this trip is really not going well! It is raining here. The plane slowly begins to land! At this time, the beautiful voice of the beautiful stewardess came again, telling everyone to fasten their seat belts. The plane is landing.
Seven minutes later, the plane landed safely at Tokyo International Airport. The tourists from the United States were surprised and praised how big this Tokyo International Airport is.
At this time, there were some cars from taxi companies parked near the airport, and at the front stood a Bugatti Veyron worth more than six million U.S. dollars. This car is so famous that Chinese-American Zhang Gaolang also
They were shocked. They rarely saw such a luxurious car when traveling in Los Angeles, USA.
"Do you know this car?" Zhang Gaolang said calmly to his girlfriend.
"It's a Bugatti Veyron 16.4, right? It's such a luxurious and luxurious car!" Zhang Gaolang continued: "The name Bugatti Veyron comes from pierreveyron, who drove a Bugatti 57 to win the 1939 Le Mans crown. And 16.4 represents 16
cylinders and 4 turbochargers.”
Zhang Gaolang talked about the performance of this car in detail. His attractive voice attracted the attention of many people around him. Looking at the rain, Li Xiaokuang, who had just stepped off the plane, seemed to see his favorite car.
Although the girl from China fell in love with her at first sight more than ten years ago, it could only be an encounter with no ending! Because Li Xiaokuang was sent to Africa by the organization the next day
Went to perform a mission.
A drizzle was falling over Tokyo. Today's rain had been dripping for four or five hours and it looked like it was about to stop. At this time, a man wearing a bright gray suit and wide sunglasses walked out of the cabin door.
He also held a brown travel bag in his pocket. After getting off the plane, he didn't make any stop and walked straight towards a Bugatti Veyron sedan with a man in black sitting in the distance.
The man was sitting in the car that was being beaten by raindrops. At this time, he frowned and looked at the rainy sky. He opened the car door, held up a red umbrella, and walked towards the man he was waiting for.
The visitor's name is Li Xiaokuang. He has been to the earth several times in the past four years. This time he came to implement the doomsday plan. He just arrived in Tokyo on a direct flight from Los Angeles to Tokyo, Japan from the United States.
At this time, his eyes were fixed on the face of the man who was walking over. It was a rather ordinary face. It didn't seem to have any outstanding features, but he just looked very young. This young man in black clothes had an unusual background.
Xiao, he is the president of the American Hualong Group, one of the top five companies in the world, but his actual identity is the only contact person for Li Xiaokuang, the incarnation of the god of plague on earth, Lei Peng, the messenger of the god of plague. Lei Peng, the messenger of the god of plague, was the person Li Xiaokuang met ten years ago.
Li Xiaokuang, who developed into his own apprentice, rarely appeared on Earth for eighteen years, just to avoid the alliance of superpowers formed by the Dream Organization.
There is one thing that Li Xiaokuang has been unable to let go of, and that is the death of Xue Mei's Liuhe family. The Black Panther Gang has been destroyed by Mr. Jiuye and his disciples, but the cunning Liuhe family has returned to Japan early.
Li Xiao wildly thought that he must find an opportunity to destroy this family and avenge his tragic death of his classmate Xue Mei.
Li Xiaokuang's current public identity is the president of the Hualong Group of the United States. The Hualong Group of the United States is the world's largest and most comprehensive manufacturing group of medical and health care products. It provides services to the consumer goods, pharmaceutical industry, and medical equipment and diagnostic product markets.
Related services. American Hualong Group ranks among the 5 largest companies in the United States and one of the 5 largest companies in the world.
It turned out that the CEO of Hualong Group, Lei Peng, the Messenger of the God of Plague, walked up to Li Xiaokuang with a smile, and an awe-inspiring aura gushed out of him unconsciously. This ordinary-looking man had single-handedly created one of the world's top five companies in less than ten years.
The young man from the giant wheel of the Hualong Group is the youngest leader of the hell organization formed on earth by the King of Hell, one of the four main gods of the universe. He has always been responsible for the Ye Organization that performs the murderous mission of the hell organization. And this
Everything was arranged for him personally by his master, whom he respected as his master, Li Xiaokuang.
"Master, did you have a smooth journey along the way?" The eyes of the messenger of the plague were full of respect and admiration. It was obvious that Lei Peng, the messenger of the plague, had great respect for Li Xiaokuang and did not dare to be disrespectful in the slightest.
"Haha, you are much thinner than before. It seems that you have learned to treat your body well during this period!" Li Xiaokuang slowly walked under the umbrella held by the messenger of the plague. Although he was tall and burly, his movements
But it is extremely agile and light, like a cheetah, making no sound. "The road is going smoothly, let's go!"
Lei Peng, the Messenger of the God of Plague, glanced around with his eyes, then turned back to look at Li Xiaokuang. Li Xiaokuang didn't have a drop of rainwater on his body. Obviously, his internal energy could dry out the rainwater. He smiled and said: "Master, I'll go first.
Let me take you to a place! This is my car!" Lei Peng, the Messenger of the God of Plague, said, popping out a shiny golden object with his little finger, and the car door was slowly opened by the starter.
Li Xiao grinned wildly and said: "Where are you taking me? To see that bad old man? A smile flashed in the eyes of the messenger of the plague, and he still said in a calm voice: "Hell Realm
Wang Gang sent a message asking the Asian Presbyterian Council to talk to you about something. Moreover, I have just returned from a mission in South America. I have not been in Asia during this period and am not familiar with the situation here. The time given to me by the master is so urgent.
Shall I take you to meet them?"
Li Xiaokuang sneered and said: "What? Is Sima Antian still the executive elder of the Asia region? Lei Peng, you have been in the organization for so long, don't you know the grudges between me and these three old guys?"
Lei Peng, the Messenger of the God of Plague, knew the subtext of the visitors very well: the three great elders of Asia were all direct descendants of the King of Hell, and their influence on the organization was much greater than his own. They could even directly order his master, the God of Doomsday Plague.
That is Li Xiaokuang, who is wearing a bright gray suit. Li Xiaokuang has a long-standing feud with the three elders from Asia who are directly connected to the King of Hell Realm.
After getting into the car, the car started. The car's rapid driving along the way formed a light white mist in the air. Li Xiaokuang just looked at him coldly and did not express any dissatisfaction.
"For the sake of my hard work, should the master reward me with something? Give me the set of sword skills that I want to learn most?" The Plague God Messenger said in a flattering way while driving. At this time, the Plague God Messenger had a look on his face.
It was a rare smile. He could smile so easily in front of Li Xiaokuang. The set of sword skills he mentioned was Li Xiaokuang's best set of doomsday scythes. Lei Pengmei, the Messenger of the God of Plague, smiled at Li Xiao in the rearview mirror.
He glanced wildly, waiting for the other party's answer.
"Well, let's talk about it later!" Li Xiaokuang looked at the three cars passing by and rubbed his abdomen with a wry smile. Although he was the only incarnation of the Doomsday God of Plague, he would still be hungry sometimes. The messenger of the God of Plague looked at
When Li Xiaokuang felt uncomfortable, he drove the car in front of a small house. When he walked into the house, the room was dark. Li Xiaokuang turned on the light and sat lazily on a chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a cigarette in his mouth and watching silently.
Looking at the drizzle still falling outside the window, the Messenger of the Plague went to cook, while Li Xiaokuang was thinking about the doomsday plan that had been planned for a long time.
Killing someone is a trivial matter. The key is that he has been away from the earth for more than ten years and really does not want to damage his all-powerful identity due to any accident. Li Xiaokuang is the incarnation of the doomsday plague god from outside the earth. This time he returns to the earth to execute the doomsday plague god.
However, the elders of Li Xiaokuang's organization, Hell, on all continents, did not support Li Xiaokuang's doomsday plan, and even went to the King of Hell to raise objections.
Li Xiaokuang, who had always been a loner, ignored all this. After finishing his meal, he simply cleared the table and looked at the high-rise building opposite the house where people were coming in and out like a stream of people. He waited for a long time until it was over.
It was the rush hour for work, and Li Xiaokuang and Lei Peng, the Messenger of the God of Plague, left the hut and walked into the building opposite.
"Sir, what can I do for you?" the front desk lady arranged by the company asked dignifiedly and sweetly. The other front desk lady was working with her head down.
The Messenger of the God of Plague handed over an appointment slip in his hand and said with a somewhat teasing smile: "I'm looking for Mr. Sima Antian, the chairman of your company."
"Do you have an appointment?" A smile spread across the front desk lady's face when she saw the note in Lei Peng's hand, the Messenger of the Plague. She looked him up and down and found that he was quite handsome and was wearing luxurious brand-name clothes.
He is someone who often attends high-society parties. According to what the boss said, it seems that a very important guest will come today, named Li Xiaokuang. He will have a special mark on his body - a sickle will be embroidered on the chest of his suit. So.
With some vigilance, he rushed to Li Xiaokuang, who was behind Lei Peng, the Messenger of the God of Plague, and asked, "Are you Li Xiaokuang?"