The silver moon is high and the night is deep, the wind is strong, the grass and trees are swaying, and a European-style luxury villa-style manor in the suburbs of the United States is like a ghost land with a few lights flashing in the dark. 【Fengyun Reading Network.】

The night was already destined to be so long and difficult, and the eyelids of the guards had been beating non-stop since the beginning of the night, which made him feel very rough in his heart, and he always felt that something unusual was going to happen here tonight, so he hurriedly transferred some of his subordinates to add two shifts, and specially reminded them to be energetic in case of accidents.

The night was as silent as ice, but with a quiet and fiery murderous intent with it.

Several holographic cameras around the towering wall are still faithfully performing their monotonous and boring patrol work after a slight pause, but a video C picture has been unknowingly installed in the computer connected to the S portrait, and everything is repeated back and forth as usual monotonous shots.

Outside the manor, dozens of black shadows in black suits had surged silently and swiftly, and their targets were the thirty-eight sentries who were swimming and patrolling the manor.

The black shadow slid through the wall one after another, and quickly and silently slid the sharp blade through the throats of several nearby patrol gunmen, reached out and gently caught the fallen corpse of the other party and dragged it into the corner of the wall, and then quietly moved his body to pounce on another target.

In this way, the 38 security guards who were originally patrolling the perimeter of the villa were all turned into cold corpses with no signs of life in less than five minutes, and all of them were fatal knife wounds about 10 centimeters long between the necks that had completely cut the throat.

After killing the gunman, these neat and obviously well-trained black shadows did not stop at all, and quickly walked straight to the inside of the villa according to the pre-planned plan, and occupied the commanding heights on the periphery of the manor very smoothly.

"Everything is fine in position 1, everything is in position 2, everything is in position 3......"

Seeing that the periphery of the villa was completely under his control, Ling Yun walked straight into the villa as if he was strolling leisurely, and the firearms and firearms with mufflers in the hands of the net team members gathered behind him were bouncing wildly, just like the Grim Reaper constantly harvesting the nasty flies that dared to take the lead in front of him.

"Do you think I'm going to let you get in touch with the outside world at this time?"

Stepping into the living room, Ling Yun saw a man who looked like a housekeeper making a phone call in the living room, obviously wanting to ask for help from the outside world to transfer reinforcements, so he kindly reminded him, saying: "It's a pity, all the communication lines in this villa have been completely cut off, and even the radio signal has been temporarily blocked, it seems that no one will come to save you evil souls on this beautiful night." ”

"What ......"

The butler opened his mouth as if to say something, but a bullet that pierced his skull made it impossible for him to finish the sentence, and he fell to the carpet with a "plop" of blue eyes.

At the time of the bloody massacre in the villa, John Smith, as the owner of the villa, was sitting very comfortably on a leather sofa, holding a cigar in one hand, and stroking around the scantily clad and hot girl next to him with the other hand, causing the girl to gasp uncontrollably.

At this time, he was looking at a woman in front of him with a full body ****, the beauty of constantly shaking when swinging a golf club, as for whether the opponent can hit the ball into D, it is completely out of his concern.

After the woman finished playing, she walked back to the man with a proud ****, handed the golf club to John Smith and said in a flattering voice: "Honey, it's your turn?"

John Smith Schran took the club and pulled out his bloated body deep in the couch with great difficulty, swinging the golf club like a slow bear, causing the white ball to fly out of the small D, which was less than five yards away.

"Damn, I didn't make it again. ”

Slammed the club on the Italian wooden floor, this **** hooligan who relied on his ruthless heart cursed loudly, and said: "Who said that golf is an elegant sport, Lao Tzu wants to break this kid's neck." ”

Before the sound of John Smith's cursing fell, a few casual knocks interrupted his cursing, and the women next to him were all gloating and ready to watch the show, because it was obviously quite unwise to anger the big male bear at this time, and the unlucky ghost who was knocking at the door was doing such a thing.

"What the hell, I told you not to bother me when I came in, you're going to die ugly without a reasonable explanation. ”

The sudden knock on the door provided a way for John Smith to vent his anger, and he secretly decided in his heart to send this unfortunate ghost who disturbed his Yaxing to God.

But before he could open the door, the oak door collapsed inward with a dull thud, and the air currents and the terrifying sound of hitting the floor frightened the woman who was facing the door and was about to watch the show.

"Mr. John Smith, it is a pleasure to be able to meet you in such a quiet room on such a wonderful night. ”

With the sound of a male voice, an Asian man in an Italian handmade high-end suit exuded a graceful and elegant temperament walked in slowly, his bright eyes full of bewitching charm seemed to dim the lights, and his expression was as natural as a walk in his own yard, and behind him were four fierce gunmen with fierce faces.

Obviously, seeing that these people were not good, the two women who were originally unclothed and ready to watch a good show hurriedly ran behind John Smith to seek protection, and the latter didn't seem to understand what kind of situation was in front of him, pointing at Ling Yun and his group, and roared loudly: "Who allowed you to come in, what are you doing the most?"

"Mr. John Smith, is that how you treat your guests?"

Sitting on the large leather chair behind the table, he poured himself a glass of wine and said slowly: "I am Lingyun from China, and I am indeed a little presumptuous to come this time, and I ask Mr. Smith for your forgiveness." ”

Speaking of this, Ling Yun really stood up and bowed to the other party to apologize, and then continued with a smile: "It's a pity, if Mr. Smith still wants to see those bodyguards and guards, he will probably have to go to hell!"

"Actually, I have always admired Mr. Lingyun's name for a long time, but I have never met him......"

After all, it is the **** hero who dominates the party, after learning the fact that his subordinates who were arranged to work as guards in the villa have now been wiped out in the hands of the oriental man in front of him, John Smith, the American gangster boss, calmed down instead, and tried his best to keep his tone calm and praised the guy in front of him who he had never seen before, and then asked with a smile: "Mr. Lingyun is here this time, I don't know what advice?"

Glancing at the American gangster with a faint look of worry on his face, Ling Yun did not answer the other party immediately, and after lighting a big cigar cigarette on himself and exerting enough psychological pressure on him, he smiled and said: "I can't talk about advice, I just want you to return the Pandora Star stolen from the temple." ”

"What's the Pandora Star?"

Faced with the request made by the Oriental in front of him, John Smith seemed a little inexplicable, obviously not figuring out what the Pandora Star mentioned in the other party's mouth was for a while.

"The Pandora Star isn't really a thing, it's the red gem you got from the dungeons of the Sahara Desert. ”

Ling Yun said in a regretful tone: "It seems that Mr. Smith doesn't have a good memory, but when you have your fingers and toes cut off, you may be able to recall these things that are easy to forget." ”

Speaking of this, Ling Yun's face changed to a cold expression, staring at the other party's eyes and asking coldly, "Mr. Smith, what do you say?"

Finding that the original elegant temperament of the Oriental in front of him was completely replaced by a fat and murderous aura in an instant, John Smith's face changed and he hurriedly explained, "A year ago, I did get a batch of treasures from the dungeon, but I didn't know what Pandora's Star was in there, and I had already bought all these treasures to a French nobleman. ”

"May I venture to ask, how much has this treasure made you?"

At this time, John Smith, whose life was in the hands of the other party, changed his face, but he still replied with difficulty: "A total of one billion dollars." ”

"It seems that this business has really made you an American pig a lot!"

Ling Yun looked at the other party coldly, the wine glass in his hand had been crushed because he couldn't bear the anger in his heart, and the powerful murderous aura that erupted from his body made John Smith feel like an ice cellar.

"Sold for 1.5 billion, please don't kill me......"

Thinking that the other party was going to kill his own John Smith, his frightened feet went weak for a while, and he ran down to Ling Yun and began to beg for mercy, it seems that the richer the person, the more afraid of death, this truth is not wrong at all.

"It seems that Mr. Smith may have misunderstood, I have no ill intentions, I just want to know the whereabouts of that batch of gems. ”

The more Ling Yun said that he had no malicious intent, the more frightened John Smith, who usually believed in killing people and cutting grass and roots, because he usually showed such a benevolent appearance before poisoning the enemy, so he quickly took the initiative to say without the other party opening his mouth to ask: "The buyer of that batch of jewels is the Count of Arut of France, and I also understand the rules of the rivers and lakes that everyone who sees it, and it is just a matter of opening up the brother to divide it." ”

"Since Mr. Smith has good intentions, then I will barely take half of it!"

Without Ling Yun's command, one of the attendants quickly took out a portable laptop, and quickly typed the keyboard to connect to the Internet to enter the large-value fund transfer system of a Swiss bank, and then pushed the notebook to John Smith with a smile.

"Mr. John Smith, we should be friends rather than enemies anyway, because there will certainly be many opportunities for cooperation between us in the future. ”

Having obtained what he wanted, Ling Yun did not intend to continue to stay in this villa full of dead corpses, but when he got up and walked to the door, he still did not forget to warn, and said: "But if you want to be my enemy, then your life is just a fragile flame that can be extinguished for me, even if you know a few congressmen or governors." ”

Ling Yun, who walked away, left the pale John Smith behind.

One of the gunmen who left behind him asked cautiously, "Mr. Lingyun, don't you need to kill him?"

"It's better to keep him and waste American food. ”

Ling Yun chuckled and took out a cigarette and lit it, then muttered in a voice that only he could hear, "Next stop, it seems that I am going to Paris, France again!"

(End of chapter)