However, this knife was as fast as lightning, but it did not hurt the gangsters in the slightest, but just followed the trajectory of the knife light, forming a silver trace from the midline on the top of the gangster's head to the midline under the crotch. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info Then, the clothes and pants that Tok Ferron was wearing tore along the silver thread and burst out on both sides - through the thick flesh, Griffith split the front and back of the clothes in two with a knife.

The sequence was a blink of an eye, from the time Tok Fallon pulled out the knife to the time Griffith snatched the knife and slashed it down, it took almost less than two seconds.

And from Fengel's point of view, it was as if the two were passing each other in a hurry, Griffith waved his arm, and the silver light flashed, so fast that it was almost just a thought, so that after the clothes of the underworld man belonging to the wild wolf were split, the knife wind caused the clothes to bounce three or four meters away from the left and right.

The man with a **** body sat on the icy snowy street of Queens, his mouth was pouted, and he wanted to cry but didn't dare to make a sound.

Griffith came over and patted him on the face, and the man raised his head at a forty-five degree angle and did not dare to make a move, so the bloated demon continued:

"Go back and tell your boss, don't trouble this girl anymore, she has bodyguards."

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Looking back on the previous battle process, with Griffith's fighting skills, there was not much suspense in killing Liu Qiang's five people.

In fact, Griffith has been 'strolling in the court' all the way, from Liu Qiang's beginning to the last person, and no one has slowed down or hurried his pace.

But if this alone thinks that Liu Qiang and the others are no threat to Griffith, it may not be, at least if the firearm in Liu Qiang's hand is used well, it will still be fatal to Griffith.

For this lower cosmic quadrant, it is difficult for the living beings produced within the rules to have the ability to carry the existence of thermal weapons.

The vast majority of people, even the able-bodied and Griffith himself, would have died if they were shot, and they would have been injured if they were chopped. The difference between the ability and the ordinary person, in addition to the physical quality, is more reflected in the use of knowledge and skills and the improvement of the human body by ability.

Based on this, there are not many people in this world who can really be a hundred, let alone defeat a nation or even a country with individual strength.

It can be said unceremoniously that if you pull out an army at random and fight a decisive battle on the Great Plains, you will not use firearms, and you will catch any type of individual in the world, and you will see who will kill whom, and you will have no friends when you just arrive.

But the low-martial world has also derived another rule of survival for the able, that is, something like guerrilla or assassination.

Because of the unpredictable and treacherous nature of the power of the capable, they have almost become natural hunters, hunting down politicians, parliamentarians and even presidents of a certain country, and some capable people can do it. Even, some high-end capable associations have been able to become a significant force in the world by deterring the country's high-level leaders.

Griffith, as a part of this quadrant's multiple factors, of course, can't eat bullets, his physical defense is not bad, but it is far from the level of carrying bullets.

Griffith's previous dodge of Liu Qiang's bullets looks very dazzling, and people who don't know the truth can't help but think 'dodge bullets, how fast is it', but the real situation is not worth it.

The human body is a perfectly coordinated organism, and any movement is preceded by a prelude, such as the corresponding muscle groups contracting and shaking before walking with their feet outstretched, and some people even shrugging their shoulders.

The same is true for shooting, where you can predict the trajectory of a bullet by simply capturing the prelude to the shot, so that you can dodge before you shoot.

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After defeating Liu Qiang's underworld, Griffith was taken to her residence by Fenciel.

Fencil's home looked in a mess because it had already been visited, with sheets, clothes, quilts, and books thrown everywhere.

Fenciel cleared a space on the couch for Griffith to sit down, and she crouched a little stiffly, fiddling with trinkets in her hands, trying to pretend to be busy.

In fact, any ordinary girl would have seen four people killed in a row...... Oh, no, after being a 'murderer' with five people and not changing his face, his first reaction to horror is to hesitate and be afraid.

Fortunately, Fenciel is still a grateful person, and after Griffith's instant killing, she did not scream and run away, but invited Griffith to her home as a guest to repay the 'life' favor.

The demon took a sip of Fencher's coffee, his gaze slowly sweeping over the curves of the house.

It can be seen that Fenciel is not doing well. The house is in disrepair, simple and cheap furniture, the walls are dull and dull, and cracked wallpaper can be seen everywhere.

Although the owner of the house has taken great care to disguise this constraint, and the whole room is quite clean, and even the corners of the walls are not dusty, it still does not change Griffith's senses.

He put down the cup, added a spoonful of sugar to himself, and stirred clockwise:

"Miss Fincil Nagy, in Lower Griffith, as you can see, I have no ill will towards you.

Let's get straight to the point, I'm here...... Well, it's for you. ”

With that, the big demon put down the coffee cup and porcelain spoon, reached into the pocket of his jacket, and took out a black card, under which was a long strip of hard paper in the style of a plane ticket. He pressed his fingers flat and pushed it in front of Fenciel.

"There's a bank card here, the password is your birthday, and there's some money in the card to last you for the rest of your life.

Now, don't worry, Miss Najib, this card is handled with your ID card and can be cashed out at any time, so congratulations, you are now a rich woman......

By the way, there is one more thing I have to explain to you, after you get the money, you need to leave immediately, this is the plane ticket to Mumbai...... You know, the people I just killed, they'...... Forehead...... There are many people, and killing a pair of people is still more troublesome for you now. ”

With that, Griffith finished his last sip of coffee, sighed comfortably, finally got up, picked up his coat and walked out the door.

"There is no pie in the sky, Miss Najib, everything you have, someone has paid for it, so please enjoy it in peace.

Oh, I almost forgot, friendly reminder, the next ...... Well, the underworld harassed, you still have two hours to escape. ”

The big demon who had only drunk a cup of coffee in the room put on a scarf, opened the door and walked away.

Outside the room, darkness shrouded in, and a biting cold wind whistled along the streets and alleys rolling up waste leaves and old newspapers all over the ground.

As the night in Queenstown began to drizzle and snow seemed to come and go, Fencier, in a red sweater, saw the figure of the man fading away in the light through the window, and finally decided to do as he was told.

In fact, having done something like that, there are not many options other than to leave home.

"I hope as you say, there is some money in this card...... the woman comforted herself like this, for the pie in the sky, passers-by sent money and cards for no reason, she finally felt too illusory, it felt like a prank by some big man:

"It doesn't take much, just enough to get out of here and find a new job......

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The Wolves are a gangster organization that is well-known in Queenstown and even in the whole of Europe. His boss, Steve, is known as the 'Ghoul', a man with both vision and means.

The state has its laws, and the associations have the rules of the associations. As the top underworld in Queenstown, Wild Wolves often have conventional rules, which also makes them seem more united and powerful.

Soon after Liu Qiang's death, Steve received the corresponding information. As the boss of the entire wild wolf, the people in the hall were hacked to death, including even the hall master, Steve must have an explanation for this matter - of course, there may be personal feelings in this, but what is more mixed with it is actually something called rules.

On the night of Fencher's departure, her room was broken open and searched, which was about the same as the two hours the demon had predicted.

According to Griffith's request, Fenciel arrived at the airport waiting hall early, and did not even go to withdraw money along the way, for fear of delaying the flight.

Fenciel didn't have a lot of money in her hand, in fact, with the cash she had in her pocket and kept at home, it was only enough to live in the field for a week.

Fortunately, there are many bank ATMs at the airport, so she trotted over and took out her card, wiped it in, and unexpectedly found that the bank card was frozen.

Of course, this kind of thing came from the hands of Steve, the wolf, who came from a financial background, and later turned black and entrenched in Queenstown, and his control over this acre and thirds of land was surprisingly strong.

Fenciel looked left and right with a pale face, and then remembered the black card that the man had given her, and she remembered that the man said that there was money in it, and when she saw that there was no one around, she took it out and wiped it into the ATM.

“880417”

Fenkiel recalled the password that the man had said, typed it in, and with a crisp beep, the page of the ATM's widescreen opened, and she looked at the number displayed on the screen, and then froze.

After half a meal, Fenciel took a deep breath and forced herself to compose. She didn't take out the money, she pulled out her card and ran into the waiting room, until she sat down, her heart was still pounding. The phrase that keeps circling in my head is, 'I'm rich, I'm rich...... I have a lot of money...... He didn't lie to me...... I'm rich......