However, the reason why the paparazzi are famous, no, it should be said that they are notorious because they have a crazy energy that does not stop until they reach their goals. Coke has updated the finale, although it lost Li Jie and Gail, there are always some people who will not give up easily. For example, the dissatisfied people who are ready to block the traffic with so-and-so's bodyguard, such as the dogs who continue to follow the bodyguard car.

Another example is the right-hand man of "soap?opera?digest" (soap opera digest)? Lynch.

Under the cover of the night, the veteran paparazzi is carefully climbing a tall mulberry tree, this mulberry tree has a dense canopy and large leaves, the top of which is just facing the backyard of Li Jie's mansion in Beverly Hills, only separated by a street more than ten meters wide, and the straight-line distance from the main body of the villa is only a few tens of meters, which is not too much of a problem for a telephoto lens above 300mm.

Larkin sat carefully on the branches, secured himself with a sleeve lock, turned off the small flashlight in his mouth and stuffed it into his pocket, and then took out his night vision binoculars, his waistcoat with more than a dozen pockets was a treasure bag, which could ensure that he had the right tools at the right moment.

From this position, you can see several of the main rooms of the villa, and there are faint figures flickering in the window leaning towards this side. Larkin smiled, damn yellow-skinned boy, he was so arrogant, he didn't accept media interviews at all, and waited until he took intimate photos of him and Gale to see how proud he was.

Obviously, there are not a few people like Larkin who hate Li Jie in their hearts, but most people have little chance to trouble him, and Larkin is obviously a doer, and shooting hot news can not only cause trouble and make a fool of this Chinese genius, but also make a fortune for himself. Take Bruce? Lee's current popularity and recent global popularity, if you can get the news, a six-figure dollar is indispensable.

Larkin seemed to have seen the green bills beckoning to him, but he quickly shook his head and came back to his senses, now it is better to do what is in front of him, if there is a wonderful scene. If you don't have time to take pictures, you'll regret it.

He glanced around with the binoculars again, well, there was no movement, and some places were curtained with the curtains closed. Never mind. What I have is patience, I just hope that I can photograph the other party's negligence, and these stars will always have a time to forget, and if it doesn't work for one day, it's good for two days. While waiting, Larkin adjusted his posture slightly. Allowing himself to lean more comfortably, he began to scan the situation of the villa area with a telescope somewhat casually.

Maybe it's his nature, or maybe it's his professional habits, he especially enjoys the feeling of secretly peeping at others, as if he can satisfy the darkness in his heart, which makes Larkin happy and difficult to extricate himself.

**！ It's nice to be rich!

Seeing the highly intelligent luxury facilities in the villa and the vigilant bodyguards everywhere, Larkin was a little stunned, and unconsciously began to fantasize about his life after he became rich, and the telescope in his hand continued to look around.

Damn it!

When he was thinking that it was super cool, a terrifyingly large head suddenly appeared in front of Larkin's eyes. It occupied the sight of the entire lens barrel, almost scared him to the point of falling, and if it weren't for the lock that fixed his body, he would have fallen down. He cursed in his heart, hurriedly stabilized his body again, raised the telescope hanging around his neck and carefully moved to the position just now, only then did he see clearly that it was a big black dog, which was difficult to find in the night, no wonder it suddenly appeared in front of him.

The big dog had a huge head, a thick upper lip, and a wrinkled face. The wrinkles on the face are so heavy that they droop down, extending over the chin and almost hanging down to the neck, which really looks a little ugly and ghostly, which makes people feel intimidated. If you are caught off guard, you will inevitably be frightened.

Larkin never had a pet and didn't know anything about dog breeds, so he didn't recognize it as an Italian Newpoliton, only that he looked fierce and not easy to mess with. But from such a distance, he was not afraid at all. I put down my heart and cursed a few words, just wanted to remove the telescope, but I felt that something was wrong, only to see the big black dog staring straight in his direction with a pair of green eyes, as if he could cross a long distance, see himself through the cover of branches and leaves, especially with the low corners of his eyes, he became more and more indifferent and gloomy, making him feel a little chilled, and subconsciously shrunk his body.

What a fucking evil door!

Larkin muttered secretly, at such a distance, it was impossible for the ugly big dog to find himself, he suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and moved his gaze to other areas of the villa again, there was still nothing particularly noteworthy, and he didn't see the two protagonists he wanted.

A few minutes later, Larkin moved the telescope to the black dog's position again.

It's gone!

He looked back and forth on the grass a few times, but there was no black dog, only two bodyguards talking and walking by. Unless the dog had taken refuge in the bushes, it was probably gone.

Sure enough, it was an illusion, and Larkin breathed a sigh of relief, but he soon noticed that something was wrong, because two tall bodyguards walked out of the back door of the villa, communicating with the headset walkie-talkie, and pointing at the mulberry tree where he was hiding, and getting closer and closer, obviously coming at him.

No way!

Larkin was in a mess in his head, and he hurriedly removed the locks, put his things away, and climbed down from the tree almost as fast as he could, and almost sat down on the ground. However, he finally slipped away before the other party came over, and almost jumped into his hidden parked car at the corner of the street at the speed of a 100-meter race, and stepped on the accelerator and flew out, only then did he gasp in shock.

Are these damn guys dognoses too? How did they find out? Is there a hidden camera?

Larkin? Lynch's mind was full of questions, and he really couldn't figure it out, but he was relieved after driving a while, anyway, as long as he wasn't caught, and even he had begun to remember if there was any other place to hide.

Want to get rid of Uncle Larkin like this? It's not that easy!

Ragin was completely unaware of the fact that behind the side of his car, a black shadow was moving against the ground at breakneck speed, clinging to the rear bumper of his black Hyundai Lawr.

It was a black Newpoliton.

Although Larkin is not very familiar with animals, and often can't even tell what a dog looks like. But if he saw this Newpoliton, he would be convinced that this was the ugly dog he had seen before—the same dark green eyeballs, the same low-hanging eyes, and the smell of yin and detection.

And he could definitely see that this Newpoliton was different from ordinary dogs, its paws ran quickly on the ground, but it did not make any sound, and it did not stick its long tongue out of its mouth like ordinary dogs, and snorted and emitted the heat that rose in its body due to vigorous movement, and it never made any other moves, and ran with the car calmly and with still strength.

It doesn't seem accurate to say that it is extremely fast, because the speed of this Newpoliton is not static, but it is always in line with Larkin's car, and if it is fast, it will be fast, and if it is slow, it will be slow. This results in it always being perfectly hidden in the side shadows of the bodywork, like a ghost in the night.

The mansion area of Beverly Hills is not crowded at night, and this section is full of large houses with very large space. Therefore, no one noticed the strange dog until it was more than five minutes old.

Larkin in the car was probably a little depressed, so he rolled down the two windows in front of him, slowed down and blew the evening breeze comfortably, and began to hum a song. He decided to go around a little bit more to see if there was any news from the other stars in Beverly Hills, and if it didn't work, the bodyguards should let their guard down and go around and kill again.

At this time, the car just turned onto a road where there was no one, and Newpoliton, which had never made a sound, moved!

It accelerated like an arrow to the bottom of the window, then leaped high into the air, making a graceful arc through the window and into the driving modern car.

Larkin? Lynch was shaking his head and humming a song, while looking at the movement on both sides of the road, trying to see if there were any celebrities who went out at night, just in time to see the ugly Newpoliton appear out of thin air, leap in through the car window, and suddenly his eyes were wide and he subconsciously stepped on the brakes!

Chirping!!!!!!!!

The wheels rubbed against the ground violently, making a palpitating screeching sound, and almost crashed into a tree on the side of the road. But Larkin? Lynch couldn't care about that anymore, for Newpoliton's ghostly face quickly enlarged before his eyes, and the crazy protruding fangs, the muscles that covered his body, and the fine, smooth short hair were all clearly displayed.

Immediately afterward, his throat was torn open, and blood shot all over the front glass.

Larkin's half-raised arm fell weakly, and he could only twitch and utter unconscious syllables, and soon there was no longer any life. Newpoliton, on the other hand, continued to bury his head and slowly savor the delicious food in his mouth......

A few minutes later, in the villa five or six kilometers away, Gus glanced at the signal receiver in his hand and saw that the red dot representing the experimental dog Oppenheimer was already on the way back, and continued to sit in the dark with a blank face, apparently confirming the results of the tracking.

Newpoliton is one of the most dangerous dog breeds in the world, as it has a strong body, sharp claws, and will never stop when it attacks, and likes to devour its prey, including people. Therefore, this dog is also known as the most cruel killer, and after successful training, it is the best guard dog, and was once the favorite of the mafia, used to swear terror and power.

And this was only taken by Gilbert? Gordon named Oppenheimer's experimental dog, the level of intelligence is very high, can accurately recognize the complex orders issued by the trainer, and the body that seems to be indistinguishable from ordinary dogs contains combat power far beyond the same kind, and is the most qualified night killer, and there will be no problems against an ordinary human.

The only thing to do is to let that uninteresting paparazzi die a little farther. (To be continued.) )xh118