The man named Griffith thought he had thrown the box on the dusty slate because it was exposed to the outdoors, he wore sunglasses, and he looked like a cold underworld brother, and he had just learned the look of the big heroes on the TV show for two seconds, and he was choked by the flying dust and coughed. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

“……”

Several of Iron Eagle's people were stunned by the performance of the person opposite, but fortunately, there seemed to be something wrong with this person's head. Maybe this IQ is really watching too much TV, a bit watt, and wants to learn from the big hero on the screen who single-handedly saves his girlfriend.

Hey, don't look at your own conditions, learn to be heroes, you give my brother a reason not to blackmail you.

However, these thoughts passed through the head of the Iron Eagle Boss in a very short time, he turned out to be the head snake of this generation, and he had some momentum, so he asked Griffith with a blank face if he had brought the ransom.

The tall young man who spoke a little slow and a little jumping looked like a trustworthy person, and after hearing the inquiry, he opened the box suddenly, and the snowy back tooth socket shone confidently at this moment.

"A million...... Dollar! ”

Griffith turned the box around and faced the crowd. Then Tie Ying and the others saw a whole box full of green and lush bundles of banknotes.

"Take it to ......"

Their faces were ecstatic, their eyes were a little straight, and in their social position, they did not seem to have seen more money or goods in their lives.

At this time, the stupid gold lord did not have the consciousness of being robbed and reduced to a prisoner at all, glanced at everyone, took out a pile of green money from the box, and smashed it neatly in the palm of his hand. Because of his action, the bright banknotes were displayed one by one, and then they were put together.

"10,000 ......"

The black-haired youth gathered the money and put it aside. He picked up another pile and fanned it in the air. The banknote swayed and smashed on the slate.

"20,000 ......"

Iron Eagle's eyes were a little straight as they watched the man drop the money one by one, but Griffith had already counted to seventy-five by himself.

The money in the black skin was rapidly decreasing, and as the pile of money passed, a large piece of 'brick skin' had been peeled away, revealing the soft leather part under the chest.

When the seventy-sixth pile of money was taken out of the box by the young man, a corner of a black iron handle appeared in front of everyone. The exposed corner of the handle is covered with texture, which is designed to be non-slip, and it looks very familiar to people who have been in black all year round.

The black-haired young man who counted the money looked at everyone with a smile, his expression unchanged, and he threw the penultimate pile of banknotes in his hand on the stone slab.

"Seventy-Six ......"

The strange atmosphere quickly rendered in the crowd, and several people from Iron Eagle felt the subtle atmosphere and looked at each other uneasily. The environment became quieter, except for the unhurried counting of the black-haired young man.

"Eighty-nine, ninety, ninety-one......"

The black iron guy hidden under the money gradually revealed more and more area as the money decreased. The crowd looked at the young man, and the young man counted intently. Then the voice of 'Ninety-Nine' came, and the appearance of what was hidden in the box had already been revealed for the most part, and it was about to come out.

"Gun ......"

In this situation, Tie Ying and others are also decisive in killing. A large Nordic man in a light blue coat and leather gloves burst out of the crowd, he was the backbone of the Iron Eagle, mingling through the streets with a sharp head. At this moment he pounced, like a ferocious lion, as if trying to stop something......

"One Hundred ......"

The black-haired Griffith finally counted the last wad of bills in the box. The green bills were neatly thrown down and fluttered on the stone slabs, kicking up fine dust.

Under the shaggy winter sun, shadows covered him, and the fat Nordic man jumped up, the blinding light shining from behind him, and the hem of his blue clothes fluttered wantonly in the wind. He had jumped on top of Griffith's head, his hairline fluttering, his expression fierce and hideous, his hands clasped together, and slammed down on the top of the brunette youth's head......

'Bang'......

Gunshots rang out.

The huge figure leaped into the winter light, spreading like a bird, and the shadow of his body carved into the ground, moving inch by inch. After the gunshot, the human body paused in the air for a fraction of a second, seemed to be a little dazed, and then fell back violently.

Smack......

His head was smashed to shreds like a watermelon, and the man in the blue suit who was trying to stop Griffith from holding the gun fell on his back in the middle of the crowd, his whole face shattered by the scattered bullets.

Griffith held the butt of the gun in his hand, sniffed straightforwardly, he was very contrived and blew the white smoke from the muzzle of the gun with his lips, his eyes narrowed, and swept towards everyone: "Haha, feng shui takes turns, Lao Tzu wants to make a big ticket today-"

"Robbery!! Give it all the money......"

In an instant, Griffith, who had taken out all the money in the black suitcase, finally showed up with a dagger, and the black pistol he had hidden under a million dollars appeared.

The man in blue saw that the pistol was in bad hands, so he rushed over decisively, hoping to stop something.

But his figure jumped up against the light. Griffith had already spilled the last of the banknotes on the stone slab, and he lowered his head, picked up the black gun with his left hand, and raised his arm again......

Bang!

Something cracked......

The big demon's head was subconsciously crooked, he had been looking down at the bluestone slab before, someone was broken, and he raised his face. The man looked at the iron-faced but silent Iron Eagles on the other side, grinned and sniffled.

"Robbery!! Give it all the money......"

Half an hour later, Griffith, carrying a small bag of coins that had just been robbed, pulled the vulture-a somewhat cloudy Fencier into a big red motorcycle, and drove away with a bang.

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After taking care of Fincher's affairs, Griffith originally planned to take her back to Korea. national.

But unfortunately, at noon today, the Nordic Federation announced a complete blockade of Scott, and Griffith thought about it and felt that it was still a bit troublesome to 'smuggle' out with Fincier.

"Alas, what a misfortune."

Since the diluted super potion was discharged by Ko Er Zhongtai until now, after the initial panic, brawls, and tragic events, the entire Scott has experienced some new order stepping on the ruins of the old era and gradually establishing it.

The purpose of Koji Zhongtai's release of the diluted super potion is to select a carrier that can be applied to the super potion, and his ultimate goal should be to mass-produce super soldiers, this guy who has no bottom line to be anti-human, and frantically took an entire city as his own testing ground......

Because different people have different resistance to super potions, Haoer Zhongtai has spread countless times diluted super potions on a large scale throughout the city. He was selecting individuals from among them who responded well to the drugs and were not repulsive, and they were being recruited and transported back to his base - these were the seeds of his super-soldiers.

However, there are also drug-resistant individuals who are well adapted to the superdrug, and the autoimmune system of human beings, who are the spirits of all things, shows a rather fierce and exclusive reaction to the rejection of the so-called superdrug.

The outward manifestations of this exclusionary reaction may be persistent high fever, physical lesions, bloodlust, rage, amnesia, hallucinations, etc., and even some people with weak resistance, such as children and infants, will lose their lives forever in this large-scale man-made tragedy.

Of course, there are also some people who have corresponding antibodies in their bodies, or who have inherited genetic fragments from their ancestors, which contain some codes for strong resistance to this kind of drug, and gradually regain their humanity a week after the lesion begins, and return to their former state of life with a full of devastation. Most of them went into hiding, some of them became loners because they were too hurt and didn't trust anyone, and some of them were organized together.

These are the sprouts of a new order that gradually grows out of the ruins of the old after the whole city is paralyzed, although it is simple and crude, but it does exist, after all, people always have to live.

The sound of the motorcycle's engine rumbled through the four fields.

Griffith drove six blocks with Fenciel, stopped at a gas station, and refueled.

The gas station was long gone, and Griffith pulled a pipe himself, refueling as he watched the steel city stand in the cold wind and warm sun.

"It's miserable......"

Fencil Nagy stood next to Griffith and didn't dare to speak, and when the woman met Griffith, he was a boy with a square head. looks playful and cute, with a coquettish appearance that makes people subconsciously relax their vigilance, of course, these are all things in Queenslake.

It's just that time is in a hurry, and the original boy has grown into such a delicate and upright man in front of him, he is holding a leather tube for refueling in his hand, and occasionally looks over, and there are not too many expressions on his face.

In the white velvet sunlight, the shadow of a large cloud overhead shone down, half on the building on the left, and half on the open space in front of the feet.

Fincil Najib is now almost 30 years old, and the years are urging people to get old, and it really is really just a blink of an eye.

Having experienced hardship and prosperity, Fengel, who is only thirty years old, may have been more withdrawn than those of older people.

It doesn't matter if you like it or not, whether you can see it or not, in Fengel's good years, especially in South Korea, there are indeed many men who have pursued her, many of whom are handsome and chic, and they are extraordinary.

But Fenciel has been single so far, without too many reasons, perhaps because she thinks in her heart that it is actually good to live alone.

But no matter how strong a person is, there is always a time to stop and look for support, Fencil Najib has had a rough life, counting this time, the major events related to his life and safety have been experienced three times, each time dangerous, almost killed, but all of them are related to the man named Griffith, more precisely, she was clearly saved by the other party three times - the Queenstown Wolves, Han. The time on Guoruishan Island, and the one that just happened.

Najib doesn't know how other women feel about saving their people in times of crisis, and many people may be because of this, heroes save beauty and embrace beauty. But Najib is clearly not such an emotional person.

Miss Fenciel's emotions come more delicately and slowly, like a girl who has drunk alcohol, at first faint and unimpressed, but after the years, time ferments, and the small afterglow gathers bit by bit, and becomes something as magnificent as the sea.

Not much is known about Griffith, but deep down, he is an extremely mysterious, powerful, and wealthy man.

I remember when they first met in Queenstown, the sky was snowy like this, and it was beautiful and sad.

Then there was Seosan Island in South Korea, where there were beautiful houses, enough money, delicacies, and good wine, and he came quietly and full of surprises.

As for the black organization wolf in Queenstown or the prosecutor father and son who knew the law and broke the law on Seoshan Island, it turned into an insignificant vague image in the mind of Fencier, who was almost cornered.

Griffith doesn't say much, it seems to be the nature of men. Of course, in Fincher's impression, the other party will occasionally say some exaggerated or nonsensical words and do some amazing things, but what is the nature of human beings, how can they see with their eyes and hear with their ears, it needs to be attentive.

As the saying goes, a girl is pregnant with spring, and she is as beautiful as a pool of spring water. But the years are like knives, and the next year is coming again, and Miss Fengel, who is already thirty years old, is far from being the girl who waits for the beginning of her life.

These clutters were haunting his mind, and when the sky reverberated with the noisy chirping of birds, the man had filled up his gas and started the car. He holds the handlebars with one hand and a round helmet in his left hand.

"The border is closed and the military is sending people over...... I've run out of food and water, so let's find a place to rest. ”

The woman lifted her slender thighs and got into the back seat of the motorcycle. Griffith handed over the helmet, which was sliced over his head, and he started the car and roared off into the distance.

Scott's daytime was relatively lively, and the gangs that had established themselves or were trying to protect themselves or run amok were watching from the glass windows of the building.

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