The autumn wind is bleak, and the reeds by the lake have lost their summer green, withered and decayed. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Reed flowers float in the air, and an unknown waterfowl skim the surface of the water before disappearing into the reeds. Soon, however, as if it had been intimidated, it flapped its wings and flapped away.

In the depths of the withered yellow reeds, two black silhouettes could be faintly seen.

The two of them lay there motionless, patiently and earnestly like hunters waiting for their prey to enter the net.

"The third prince is just ahead!" said one of the men, "he may have gotten some news, so he didn't go back to the royal castle, but just asked people to come here, because this is one of his secret locations, where we usually train." ”

"I see it!" said another man.

"What's next?" asked the man who began to explain.

"Let's—act together!" said Virgilio. And the man who began to speak was none other than the little brother he had taken in, who had already betrayed the third prince and became Virgilio's new younger brother.

And he also has a new name, called Giroud, he used to have only one code name, called 9527, but 9527 is dead for him.

Giroud swallowed and said, "But, I, I'm not strong!"

"It's okay!" Virgilio said calmly, "I will protect you, one of us in the front, one in the back, together to attack." ”

"Okay!" Hearing Virgilio's words, Giroud couldn't help but nod, sure enough, the new boss was good to him, and at the same time said, "Then I'm ready!"

"What else to prepare!" Virgilio's voice was a little impatient, "you attack from the front, I attack from behind!"

“……”

Giroud wanted to cry, he felt that his heart had been deceived, his new boss was not good to him at all, he wanted to send himself to death.

"I, I'm going to die!" Giroud said weakly.

"That-I'll attack from the front, you attack from behind!" Virgilio thought about it, he was scared of Su Lin, so when he came out, he subconsciously imagined his partner as Su Lin, so all the practices and ideas were based on protecting his own safety first, otherwise, he might be yin by Su Lin at some point.

"That's fine!" Giroud nodded, knowing that he must have been following the wrong boss this time.

After Virgilio finished speaking, a cold light flashed in his eyes, his fist was already hungry and thirsty, and as soon as his figure moved, the whole person jumped out of the reeds like a cheetah pounced.

He was tall and mighty, but his movements were very agile, and he didn't look clumsy at all, and almost in the blink of an eye, he sprang out of the reeds, and soon he couldn't see anyone.

"The strength of the boss - it's good!" Giroud sighed in his heart, and then the whole person began to act, his strength was not as good as Virgilio, his movement speed was not as fast as Virgilio, he was as clumsy as a pig compared to Virgilio.

However, compared to ordinary people, he is still a lot stronger.

Soon, too, he rushed out of the reeds and toward the row of low buildings on the shore.

These buildings are not luxuriously decorated houses, just some mobile board houses, after all, building those good words houses in this kind of place is a waste in itself, although the third prince is not short of money, but he is not the only heir to the Italian royal family, so he will not spend money indiscriminately, after all, good steel should be used on the blade.

Anyway, the third prince doesn't come to live permanently, and the house he lives in is the best among them, so this house has never been repaired.

After a series of crawling and rolling, and doing some difficult concealment movements, the two of them finally slowly approached those low buildings.

Of course - it's Giroud who is talking about it, and it's Virgilio who does the difficult covert maneuvers.

"Shhhhh

Virgilio stopped in front of a pinch of reeds in front of the building, and then grabbed Giroud, who almost "couldn't stop" the car, and after a little observation, Virgilio said to Giroud without looking back: "Let's rush!"

Then, the bodies of the two of them rushed all the way to the front like arrows off the string.

However, something strange happened.

When they were about to rush to the door of the low building, they quickly rushed back the same way several times faster than when they came.

"Whoa-la-la-la-la

Because at this time, around them, a group of black-clothed people suddenly appeared, dense and endless, and these people all had weapons in their hands.

The men in black were all well-trained, and like ghosts, they silently swooped out from behind the low buildings and from the reeds around them.

They formed an encirclement, and all directions except Virgilio and Giroud were densely packed with figures, blocking all their other paths.

They still have a way for Virgilio and Giroud, but whether it will be life or death, they don't know now.

If they live, they will escape, and if they can't escape, the only result is death.

If it was according to Virgilio's previous style, he would have fought no matter what, even if he couldn't beat it, then he would have to drag many people to bury with him. However, after getting along with Surin for a long time, he was also more or less contaminated with Surin's characteristics.

I have to say that being cheap is also contagious, and it is also addictive.

This time, he didn't choose to resist hard, but to spin and hit if he can beat it, and run if he can't beat it.

However, Virgilio was supposed to be in front of Giroud, but he accidentally glanced back, and then he stopped, while Giroud pouted and ran desperately towards the reeds.

And Virgilio didn't continue to run, but stopped, with a grim face, and walked slowly in the direction where the men in black were.

Giroud also found out that something was wrong at this time, because every time he followed Virgilio, this time he escaped, he suddenly rushed to the front, he was really a little unaccustomed, he looked back, almost scared to death, because Virgilio actually seemed to be evil, walking towards the encirclement of those men in black, isn't this death?