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"A flight to Zhenjiang Airport in Hanguo? Picked up by a mysterious vehicle and can't be tracked? What about the people on the side of the cold country of the group? How did you lose it, Yaga! When Murakami heard the news of the assistant's report, his face was filled with anger. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"My lord, the cold country is not our place after all, and all activities are restricted. These messages were obtained through the monitoring of the airport officials who bought it. ”

Seeing that he was angry, the assistant quickly bowed deeply: "There is a US military base in Zhenhai District, and they are likely to want to evade the investigation of the Self-Defense Forces through the US military, and with his relationship with Dr. Smith, the US military is likely to agree." ”

What he said was reasonable, and the anger on Murakami's face subsided slightly, and he nodded approvingly.

Seeing this, the assistant's face was filled with joy, and he hurriedly struck while the iron was hot to explain his plan: "My lord, it is better to communicate with the US military and let the Self-Defense Forces closely inspect the US military ships." Take him down at sea. Let him have no way to go to heaven and no way to enter the earth. ”

After speaking, he looked at Murakami with earnest eyes, with a flattering look of asking for merit and reward. Murakami smiled at him and walked towards him.

The assistant looked at the smile on his face, and was even more happy, if his plan succeeded, the boss would inevitably use him more and his future was limitless.

"Smack...... Yaga! ”

An unusually crisp slap and Murakami's angry scolding resounded throughout the room.

The assistant screamed and was thrown out, and several big white teeth and blood blurted out.

However, Murakami was not relieved by this, and rushed to the wall quickly, pulled out the bushido hanging on the wall as a decoration, and rushed to the assistant in two steps, waving the samurai. The knife struck him directly.

The dead skull rolled to the ground, blood spraying Murakami's head and face.

Hot blood sprayed on his face, Murakami stretched out his tongue and licked the hot blood at the corner of his mouth, his eyes instantly turned into amber cold beast pupils, staring at the corpse on the ground extremely greedily, as if he couldn't wait to pounce on it and feast on it.

After a while, he gasped and got rid of the temptation of flesh and blood, his pupils returned to their normal appearance, and then he glanced at the tempting corpse on the ground with palpitations, and said with a cold smile: "Idiot, if you do this, Lin Dong will have to have a lot of them!" ”

"Someone."

He then took the samurai. The knife stabbed the corpse, wiped the blood from his face, walked back to his place and knelt down, pressing the device next to him.

Soon there was a sound of footsteps coming from outside the door, and another assistant hurried in with his head down.

As soon as he entered the door, he was frightened by the bloody scene in the room, and his attitude became more and more respectful, staring at the ground in front of him, for fear that if one was wrong, he would die next.

"In the future, you will be promoted to first assistant." Muramura didn't even look at him, and wiped the blood on his face with a tissue.

"Thank you...... Thank you, sir! ”

The new first assistant wasn't very happy.

After all, the lessons from the past are here, and there is no such thing as safety in this position. It's just that he didn't dare to show any unwillingness, and said pretending to be happy.

"Well, go and get both forces around my dwellings. In addition, abandon all the guards on the perimeter. ”

"Yes!"

The assistant hurriedly responded, and prepared to withdraw to carry out the order.

"Wait!"

At this time, Murakami frowned and opened his mouth to stop him.

"Hey!" He shuddered and struggled to turn his head and continue to stare at the ground.

"Idiot, my plan is flawed, why don't you alert me?"

Hearing this, this guy was so frightened that his hair stood up, and he said in a panic: "The adult's plan is seamless, how dare his subordinates be arrogant with low resourcefulness?" ”

"Idiot! There is no need to deliberately change the security procedures, and at the same time order that anyone who is arrested can tell me where I live. In addition, anyone who dares to disclose any information here will be killed. By the way, take the corpse out and throw it inside Three. ”

"Yes!"

Hearing No. 3, the assistant's face turned even pale, and he picked up the corpse on the ground and fled the room in a panic.

Seeing the assistant leave, Murakami's face was very ugly, obviously not satisfied with the assistant.

Then he walked into the back room, freshened up, changed into a clean set of clothes, and left the room.

The village mansion is a typical forest and spring style garden in the island country, with mountains and stones, ponds and streams, and cloister flower pavilions, which are like a small natural world.

The beauty of nature and the beauty of the man-made are skillfully combined, and it is truly a pleasure to live in such an environment.

Murakami walked along the tree-lined gravel road for a while and came to a secluded courtyard.

Coming to the gate of the courtyard, Murakami's face was filled with a rich smile, even if Lin Dong could destroy one of his ninja troops? As long as there is this person in the courtyard, he can only come to the island country and never return.

"Master Donggong, Long Yi asks to see you!"

Obviously, he was very respectful to the people who lived in the courtyard, and stopped outside the door and bowed deeply to report.

Soon, the wooden door in the courtyard creaked open, and a beautiful woman in unclothed clothes came out, bowed to him with a smile, and said, "My lord, are you here?" Master Donggong please. ”

Murakami nodded slightly at this woman, although this woman was a gift from him to the East Palace, but since she was from the East Palace, he didn't dare to lose his manners. Even if he has money and doesn't have enough strength, he still has to maintain enough respect for the strong.

"Murakami, are you here? Can I help you? ”

In the courtyard, an old man in a black kimono was kneeling in the courtyard with his eyes slightly closed, and he didn't open his eyes when Murakami came in.

This old man has a childish face, kind eyebrows and good intentions, and he looks like a master outside the world.

Of course, the premise is that his hand is not groping on the two naked women next to him.

Murakami was accustomed to all this, bowed down and smiled: "I'm here to thank Master Donggong, if it weren't for you, I'm afraid I would have died at the hands of that traitor in Pingchuan." ”

Hearing this, a gentle smile appeared on the face of the old man of the East Palace. slapped the buttocks, and slowly got up and asked for a visit to the stone bench in the yard.

Soon the woman who was driven away just now brought tea, and the two exchanged pleasantries for a while, Donggong smiled and suddenly made a move, pointing his sword at Murakami's heart: "You are recovering quite quickly, it seems that your research has new results, when will you take me to see it?" ”

Murakami's pupils shrank, and he noticed Donggong's movements, but his body couldn't keep up with the reaction speed at all, and he was immediately pointed in the left chest by Donggong's sword.

Fortunately, Donggong didn't use much force, but it just made him feel a little tingling in his chest.

He was horrified in his heart, and understood that the old ghost was trying to teach him a lesson.

If there are still people in the island country that he can't afford to mess with, I'm afraid there are only a few old monsters in their hundreds. At the same time, he was extremely disgusted with the greed of this old thing.

This time he invited this money-greedy and lustful old ghost to come, his cost was already more than 10 million dollars, and once he made a payment, he had to calculate it separately.

This old ghost even paid attention to his research results.

However, he still had to rely on this old ghost, and a humble smile quickly appeared on his face: "It's just some medicine to speed up self-healing, Master Donggong is interested, I'll bring you a little when I leave." ”

"Okay, Murakami, you're a good boy. Say, is the enemy coming? ”

"The master is discerning, and Murakami admires it."

"According to the agreement, I won't make a move unless I have to, otherwise, you know the price."

"It's nature!"

"Okay, if it's okay, you can go by yourself!"

After finishing the matter, the East Palace began to drive people away, as if he was the master here.

"Master Donggong, Long Yi still has something to ask for."

Donggong frowned slightly, and said impatiently: "Say!" ”

"Master, which disciple of yours, what are you going to do?"

He suddenly mentioned this, and Donggong's eyes were cold and he didn't answer, and asked, "Speak straight." ”

Murakami was suddenly frightened by his eyes that were as cold as a knife, and hurriedly said, "If the master wants to dispose of him, you might as well leave it to me." I can put him back to use the Empire. ”

It was clear what Murakami was doing, and he chuckled and said, "100 million, dollars." ”

Hearing this price, Murakami also hesitated for a while, and Donggong was not in a hurry, waiting for him to make a decision with an indifferent smile.

"Fifty million at most." Murakami gritted his teeth fiercely, and Donggong offered to pay back the money on the spot.

The two argued for a while as if they were buying and selling goods, and Murakami got the ownership of Sosuke Hirakawa for 60 million US dollars.

When he left the courtyard, Murakami's face was in pain.

In just a few days, nearly $100 million was spent on this old man.

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……

At night, silver-white figures appeared silently, facing a mountain beam of the Murakami mansion.

They are the combined team of Lin Dong and Mordred. Lin Dong and Mordred walked to the edge of the mountain beam, and the whole view of the Murakami mansion was in full view.

Lin Dong also had to praise Ryuichi Murakami that this guy would enjoy, but this guy's residence is far away from the Eastern Metropolitan Area, which is quite good news.

But the cordon around the courtyard is a bit tricky. The warning strip is not short from the courtyard itself, and it is heavily guarded.

If he is caught while crossing the cordon, Ryuichi Murakami has enough time to react.

The most important thing is that the Knights Templar are these muscles. The sticks, all dressed in shiny silver knight armor, are not at all suitable for a sneak attack.

He asked Mordred and Gris about it, and they gave him a speechless answer. A sneak attack is not in chivalry.

Why did Nima choose to attack at night if he didn't sneak attack? How can there be a Mordred assassin profession without sneak attacks? Are these bastards afraid they're all getting muscles into their heads? However, he also had to affirm the strength of the Knights Templar.

This time, they sent out seven prefecture-level warriors, that is, congenital-level powerhouses, and more than thirty mortal-level warriors, all of whom at least had the strength to approach or exceed the strength of the martial artists who had refined the perfection.

According to common sense, this is only a quarter of the strength of the Templars, and the strength of the Templars is quite impressive.

"Your Excellency, there are no ambushes around, and the terrain is very flat and suitable for charging." A knight came back to report the results of the investigation to Mordred, and listening to his tone, he was really ready to charge the group!

Lin Dong can't wait to give these guys a few hard blows on the head, this is definitely a brain bag, do you really think it's a medieval battle?

Charge, as long as there are some heavy weapons on the opposite side, it is enough for them to drink a pot.

Of course, the knights of modern society have also moved with the times, and the steed has been replaced by a cool silver nuclear-powered all-terrain vehicle.

The horsepower is as powerful as a top sports car, and the intelligent driving device can free the riders' hands for attack, and more importantly, unlimited energy.

When necessary, this thing is still a light nuclear bomb, and there is no limit to the ox.

He had the heart to get one back, and driving on the streets was much cooler than a sports car.

But I still gave up the idea that the state would allow such a dangerous mobile bomb to be set off on the road.

"Lin, do you have any comments?"

Because of the existence of Xuan Lao, Mordred paid enough attention to Lin Dong, so he naturally wanted to ask his opinion.

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