After several Nobel laureates exchanged, Lei Yu's trip in Sweden came to an end.

When they left, the organizing committee drove them to the airport as they came.

Chen Ruihu's private jet has been waiting at the airport for a long time, and it stands to reason that he should take this one when he comes, and he should also take this one when he leaves, but Guo Dalu disagrees.

Under Guo Dalu's strong recommendation, the plane was sent to the airport for all-round maintenance, and another one was specially sent from China.

Lei Yu Chen Ruihu and others don't know much about Guo Dalu's actions, but since this thing asks for this, as Guo Dalu's loyal brother, Chen Ruihu naturally obeys his words and does not dare to disobey the slightest.

"Brother Dalu, what are we doing here?"

When he arrived at the airport and was about to board the plane, Chen Ruihu couldn't help but be curious, "What is the situation? Our plane is a new aircraft built according to the drawings you provided, and the pilot said that everything is running normally, there is no fault, and there is no need for maintenance at all." ”

Guo Dalu's face was not very good-looking, "There is no fault, that is a fault that can be seen at a glance!"

After he put all the people on the plane, he said, "You go back to China first, and I'll meet a few old friends!"

After all, Chen Ruihu knows a little more things, "Big brother, you mean that our plane was tampered with?"

He saw Guo Dalu nodding and said in a lost voice: "What organization is so bold......?

He wanted to say, I am a world-renowned rich man, and there is a Nobel Prize winner, who dares to fool around like this? But then he reacted, maybe his own rich man and Lei Yu, the Chinese Nobel Prize winner, are exactly the kind of people that horror people like to kill, and it is a bit naïve to say this, and the rest of the words are not being said at the moment.

"It's me who the other party wants to kill, not you!"

Guo Dalu patted Chen Ruihu on the shoulder, "After returning to China, it's better not to go abroad if you have nothing to do, stay here well." ”

He stood at the door of the cabin, looking at the planes taking off and landing outside, his face turned cold, and he sneered, "What a big guts!"

Watching Guo Dalu get off the plane and disappear into the airport in great strides, Song Qian felt a little chill in her heart, looked at Chen Ruihu, and showed a puzzled look on her face: "Chen Dong, what's wrong with Brother Dalu?

Chen Ruihu said: "He said he was going to meet a few old friends!"

After Guo Dalu walked out of the airport, he raised his hand to call a car and went straight to the city, and when the car was halfway there, Guo Dalu looked in the rearview mirror and asked the taxi driver to stop.

The taxi driver was very curious, and looked around the desolate, "Dude, you get out of the car now, it's not easy to hail a taxi halfway!"

Guo Dalu looked helpless, "I don't want to, brother, but if I don't get out of the car, you will be the first to die!"

The taxi driver was puzzled, "Walter?"

Just after Guo Dalu got out of the car door, suddenly a loud noise sounded from the side of the car, and the cement curb next to the car exploded, and the gravel splashed and hit the taxi wagon, making a dense sound like rain.

The chubby white driver screamed in fright, "Cake buyer,, what's going on?"

He looked at Guo Dalu, but found that Guo Dalu, who was still standing at the car door just now, had long since disappeared.

Not far from the taxi, several open-top cars were slowly approaching, and in one of the cars, a big man was slowly retracting a sniper rifle, and the muzzle of the gun was still bubbling with a trace of mist.

In the rest of the cars, several people armed with rifles and pistols were shooting at a tall figure walking slowly on the road.

But no matter how much they shoot, they always miss the target.

Guo Dalu didn't walk fast or dodge much, but these gunmen just couldn't hit him.

Seeing him getting closer and closer to the car, all the people in the car panicked, and a chill rose from their hearts, this strange situation was the first time they had encountered it.

"The target is too strong, the difficulty of the mission is miscalculated, evacuate quickly!"

In a luxury RV at the back, a middle-aged white man, after seeing the situation in front of him, his face instantly sweated, "God, we shouldn't have followed this task!"

He looked at the driver beside him, "Damn it, why are you still driving forward, don't you know how to retreat? I ordered you to retreat......

A knife appeared at the driver's neck at some point, and in the middle-aged man's curse, the knife moved slowly and slowly put it on the middle-aged man's shoulder, "Explain, man." ”

The middle-aged man trembled, his hair stood on end, and he slowly raised his hands, "God, how did you do that? When did you come in?"

It was Guo Dalu who was holding a knife, he was still dodging bullets on the road dozens of meters away one moment, but the next moment he silently got into the car of this little leader, this strange method is simply beyond the scope of normal people's thinking.

Seeing the frightened look of the middle-aged man in front of him, Guo Dalu laughed softly: "Don't ask me how I did it, you should answer me, why did you do this?"

As he spoke, the smell of blood suddenly rose and filled the entire carriage.

The middle-aged man exclaimed, "Mr. Guo, my subordinates, what's wrong with them?"

Guo Dalu said lightly: "It's a pity that they are what you think now." ”

There were originally six white men in the carriage, but at this time, all of them were cut throats by Guo Dalu, blood spurted out, and they couldn't even speak, and they were dying in the struggle.

The middle-aged man screamed, "Oh my God, they are good warriors, how did you kill them?"

Guo Dalu sighed, "You don't have to be sad, you will die in a while!"

As he spoke, his body flashed, and suddenly he reversed his position with the driver, becoming him in front, and the driver of the car sat in the back, but the driver just fell behind, and there was an extra cut on his neck, and his face showed great fear, but his body slowly softened.

Guo Dalu slowly drove the car to several cars in front of him, turned his head to look at the middle-aged man beside him, "What do you call it?"

The middle-aged man's face turned pale, his body moved, and the pistol hidden in his sleeve was about to be pulled out, but in an instant, the white light flashed, and his entire arm had been cut off by Guo Dalu, "Okay, okay, be sensible, okay? Do you think in this case, you still have a chance to turn the tables?"

He took out a handful of coins from his pocket, and when the car passed the convertibles in front of him, the windows opened, and a handful of coins spilled, and a group of big men with guns in the cars looking around blankly all fell without saying a word, and several people rolled out of the cars, motionless.

After the white middle-aged man beside Guo Dalu saw this situation, his face was as dead as ashes, and his whole body stiffened, "Devil, you are the devil!"

Guo Dalu shook his head and smiled: "Okay, don't pretend, give you a minute, tell me, who entrusted you to kill me? Is it the mafia or some other organization?"

He smiled and said, "Since they want war, then give them war!"