Chen Taiping and Nangong Mingyue rushed over quickly with a group of people, but there was no trace of Fang Hao at the scene, and their expressions changed drastically.
"Search separately. Fang Hao is related to China's strategy in Africa. Nothing will happen!" Chen Tianping looked extremely ugly. When he came today, he had already asked people from the security team to move around and find out the situation here.
Didn't find anything wrong.
But in the end, so many accidents happened. If something happened to Fang Hao, not only would he never get ahead, but his family would also be severely marginalized.
Nangong Mingyue knew the seriousness of the matter, so she separated half of the people and left in a hurry.
Chen Taiping thought for a while, called Lu Guobin, and gave a brief report on the situation here. Lu Guobin's final words were very positive, but there was something that made Chen Taiping, who was only a phone network away, feel a sense of intimidation.
Human chill.
"If something goes wrong with Fang Hao, let alone you, even I will have to die to apologize!"
Shocked, Chen Taiping immediately led people to find Fang Hao's whereabouts.
While members of the security team were desperately looking for Fang Hao, Fang Hao had already left the sports square, holding a very simple display screen in his hand with a circle shape on it and two dots on it, one red and one red.
green.
The green dots moved quickly, which seemed to be related to Fang Hao's moving speed.
At this moment, if you stand at a high place, you can see that on both sides of the rapidly moving figure, tens of meters apart, there are two female figures, maintaining almost the same speed as Fang Hao, and the three of them are walking in parallel.
Behind the three people, there were several cars following them. Regardless of the red or green lights, they did not stop and kept moving in the same direction as the three people.
Fang Hao saw that the red dot was about to meet the green dot, and his body stopped abruptly.
Immediately, the two women on both sides stopped almost at the same time. When the two women saw Fang Hao making a gesture, their bodies suddenly flashed, separated to both sides, and moved towards both sides of a small building, seemingly silently.
No interest.
At the same time, about seven or eight men in black robes from the following cars also got out of the car. Soon, the crowd around them showed their surprised eyes, and then they saw something with a dark metallic luster in their hands.
, and was suddenly shocked.
However, a man with a short hair grinned and showed a kind look, and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, everyone, we are from the crew and we are filming. This is a fake gun."
After the man explained, the pedestrians who saw them showed expressions of relief, but then they also watched curiously.
"Oh, this is a sniper rifle, so it looks like this."
"Yes, this is my first time seeing a gun. Brother, can you touch it?" A little boy looked at it with envy.
However, the group of men in black robes did not answer, but quickly dispersed and disappeared into the alley in the night.
Fang Hao stood in front of the small building, looking at the entrance in front of him with a solemn face, his eyes shining with a faint light, as if he was a wild beast, waiting for an opportunity to rise up and hurt someone.
Almost instantly, Fang Hao rushed into the corridor of the small building and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
At the same time, a middle-aged man in Chinese tunic suit stood where Fang Hao was just now, looking at the corridor entrance with a solemn expression, as if wondering whether to go in or not.
But at this moment, a petite figure blocked the entrance to the corridor, seemingly not intending to let the man in Chinese tunic suit in.
The man looked at the seemingly petite figure in front of him, but seemed to be hiding fierce power, and frowned slightly: "I asked about the aura of the same kind. If you and I are the same kind of people, since you are standing here, you should know who I am.
, that prey just now is mine."
The middle-aged man's tone was very scornful, but there was an undeniable air about him, and he also had an aura of detachment.
The petite figure is covered with a scarf, so her appearance cannot be seen clearly, but the eyes exposed are extremely bright. Just by looking at these eyes, one can guess that this woman is extremely beautiful.
Facing the other party's scornful but confident words, the woman in black showed no fear in her eyes, and said in a clear and cold voice: "Of course I know who you are, Futu, the long-lost killer king of Dragon Palace.
With your status like this, are you here just for the 100 million bounty?"
Seeing the petite figure of the other party, the man in the Chinese tunic suit did not move out of the way because of his identity. He showed a strange expression: "Now that you know it's me, you still dare to block my way. Do you think I won't kill anyone except prey?"
Or not killing the same kind?"
"Of course not. I stand here because I hope you let him go." The petite figure stood firmly at the door of the corridor, looking at the middle-aged man with neither arrogance nor arrogance.
"Let him go? Do you want me to break the rules I have followed for decades? The first time the mission ended in failure?" The man in the Chinese tunic suit turned cold, and his eyes were like poisonous snakes staring at the figure opposite, as if
Always be ready to show your fangs until the opponent is dead.
"We can offer 100 million to compensate you for your losses." The voice of the petite voice shadow was cold and serious.
"Haha... don't tell me that you think I will believe that you have 100 million and US dollars to compensate me. Even if I believe you have it, unfortunately, I will not agree." The man in Chinese tunic suit's eyes became colder and colder.
"Why?"
"Because this is my last mission to retire from the world. After completing this mission, I will quit the world of killers, so it is not for money." After the man in the Chinese tunic suit finished speaking, there was a strange expression on his face, because he himself was very surprised.
, would say so many words to a similar person. In the past, he would only use harsh means to deal with anyone who stood in his way.
"Then how can you let him go?" the petite figure asked unwillingly.
"How...nothing, you and I are the same kind of people, so you should know that people like us are born to kill people. Do you think I have any other wishes?" The man in Mao suit asked in return.
Que'a became more and more suspicious. He felt that he had talked more nonsense today than he had in a year.
But he still looked at the people in front of him patiently, as if he was a little curious, why would a killer protect his prey?
"If I'm not wrong, since you thought this was the last one and retired from the world, you must be tired of your career as a killer. But you and I are both killers. You should know that we were destined to be the killers from the day we entered the Dragon Palace.
If you are a killer, then you will be a killer for the rest of your life. Unless you die, do you think Dragon Palace will really let us retire? Do you still remember those old seniors in the past? They washed their hands in a golden basin. As a result, when Dragon Palace has troubles that cannot be solved, it is not
Let them come out. Once the killing order is issued, as a senior, you should know better than me the consequences of disobedience."
The petite woman coldly told the truth about the Dragon Palace. (To be continued)