Sitting on the roaring plane, Emile suddenly felt that he could do nothing to go to the site of the Church of Death, and there was only such a small plane. txt full works download / [The site page is refreshing,There are few ads,,I like this kind of website the most.,Be sure to praise]. More up-to-date chapters are available at: ЩЩ. (79 novels debuted) Moreover, she has to share a ride with others. Looking at the family of three opposite, Emile couldn't do anything about the mission. In fact, she could have closed her eyes and carefully analyzed everything about this operation in her mind, but she didn't.

The little boy was lying on his mother's lap, but he opened his big eyes and looked at Amile, and the mother, when she saw her child staring at people like this, smiled embarrassedly at Amile. And the father, a serious open newspaper to read. Emile didn't feel uncomfortable, she looked into the little boy's eyes, and suddenly remembered the way she looked in the mirror. I don't know when, I don't have such innocent eyes anymore.

Amir smiled at the boy, who saw her look at him and buried his head in his mother's lap. Emile leaned back in his seat, the small airliner was still as noisy as ever, but Emile felt quiet. Because she couldn't do anything, she could only sit here quietly and look at the wisps of clouds outside the window. Amir slowly closed his eyes.

There was a loud boom, a loud boom, and a violent jolt, and Emile woke up from his dream. Presumably encountered a turbulence. Thinking of the dream just now, she still had palpitations. She had heard too many shattering sounds, and she was sensitive to them. Or it can be said to be her 'shadow' shadow. So much so that now, she always likes to sneak in on missions, rather than slapstick. But when she had to, she had to wreak havoc. She would go to extremes, eager to destroy everything in front of her and appreciate the violent explosions.

Emile 'touched' the boy's soft brown hair and smiled goodbye to the family. 2 hours by bus. Amir arrived at his destination.

Emile walked down the street, wearing a long white dress, black rhino leather heels, and black sunglasses comparable to that of a Hollywood star, hanging on her short silver hair. She was smiling, she was appreciating, like a 'female' star who came to a foreign country to relax. She never wears a simple T-shirt, denim pants, and a black backpack. Hang a DSLR in front of the 'chest'. She thought it was funny to be in such a disguise. It's not that there aren't many people like this, it's just that this kind of shape doesn't match her temperament at all. Instead, it will appear false. What's more, the beautiful appearance of the 'fine' heart, there will be many people coming to talk to her every time, which is much more active than her deliberately asking for something.

With a cup of coffee in hand, Emile walked slowly past the place known as the Church of the Dead. This is the origin of the name, which is due to the murder of 53 missionaries in the church. Not only that, but the way these fifty-three people died was more terrifying than the other, and each was more bizarre than the other. That's why people all over the world call it the Church of the Dead. (Emile knew that the slaughter was all due to one man, the Blood!) [To read the latest chapters of this book, please search for 800]

The midday sun shone through the clear blue sky on Amir, and the church of the dead, which was majestic and majestic. But there is no trace of death. Probably because of the 'tide' in this church. Emile was a little strange, the more dangerous the place, the more curious it was. And it can't resist the curiosity of this dangerous person.

Although the Church of Death was the target of Amir's operation, at this moment she only observed the Church of Death through her sunglasses. Immediately gone. She was going to meet her team first.

This team has been perfected by Emile in hundreds of missions, absorbing all kinds of talents. I don't usually keep in touch, and I only get together when I have a task. Although there are only three of them, each of them has their own network and resources at their disposal. Emile only picks 'fine' English. And it is the 'fine' English in the 'fine' English.

Amy chose an old hotel. The hotel has only three floors. Everything is furnished as it was in the 60s of the last century. Although it looks old everywhere, if you are a lover of history, you will know that the more houses like this, the more exquisite they are. Of course, Emile wasn't a history buff, and she chose this place only because it was only a block away from the Church of the Dead. It just so happens that the surrounding area of the church is consistent with the overall style of the church, so the old houses have been preserved.

Amir didn't knock on the door, and the door opened. The person who opened the 'door' was smiling at her. It was the thief Dirk, and Emile knew in his heart that he must have remembered the sound of his own walking, so he didn't have to 'show up' his face to know that he was coming, this flat-headed boy with freckles on his cheeks and a simple T-shirt. Anyone would think that this is a person who is still in college.

"Amir, long time no see." As he spoke, he lowered the hem of his hand and invited her in like an English gentleman.

The old room was filled with all kinds of equipment. A carved wooden dresser is filled with surveillance screens, and there is even one on the floor. The room was crowded with all kinds of fixtures. Emile carefully walked around the two high-powered telescopes. I saw the three people on the small table in the window.

"Look who it is, isn't this my 'female' general," said a big man who was seated. The big man's short brown hair and two black mustaches did not match his muscular figure at all, but made people feel a little funny, and a small chair was so full that Emile would even worry that he would collapse it at any moment.

"Fayol, why are you still as strong as a cow, I can't wait to buy a red 'colored' blanket." Amir smiled at him.

"yes, the 'girl' kids don't like this kind of Schwarzenegger figure, right, Amir?" Dirk walked over, grabbed a chair and sat down.

"Who said it, do you know it or not, so that it is like a man, and only then can the 'woman' feel safe." Fayol 'thrust' in.

When Amir saw them, he asked these questions as soon as he came up, and he was really angry and funny, and said, "Then I don't know, if you two can synthesize, it should be good."

Dirk and Fayol looked at each other, and their eyes were full of blunt disgust.

"It's mainly about faces." Fayol said the man with round glasses in his right hand.

All three turned their gazes to a man whose eyes were closed and there was no expression on his face. From the time Emile came in, his arms were crossed in front of him, and he didn't say a word.

"Doctor, your mouth is still so bad." Amir said to the man in round glasses.

The bespectacled man had short, sparse hair like a beard. Some are still white. The body is a little thin. But his face is fine, he doesn't have too many wrinkles, or his cheeks are sunken because of his thin body.

"I just said what was in my heart about 'woman' and 'sex'." So the doctor said.

"'Female' people still have to look at feelings." Amir said this, but in his heart he also thought that he was saying sophistry. Immediately looked at the man who didn't speak.

Emile wanted to get the man to change the subject, but the man still closed his eyes tightly, and there was no movement on his lips.

"This man like an ice cube, I didn't expect it to melt at all," Amir joked when he saw that he didn't speak.

Seeing that he did not speak, Fayol scolded: "You are asleep, the general asks you something."

Emile seemed to hear a joke, but her face did not indicate that this non-talking, bronzed man she had met on a mission in Japan. Her mission that time was to help the son of Tanakagumi, who had killed his father, take revenge. Although that son had his father's rich inheritance, his power was wiped out by a hostile organization. Originally, Amile was not going to accept this kind of task. But she found that this unfortunate son did not die. It's because this person named Goro Yanagi is protecting, and when she was talking to this son, she was a little anxious and was about to leave. But there was a sudden chill in his neck. A pitch-black dagger was already around her neck. Emile has been sensitive to the environment since he was a child, and with continuous training, he is even more vigilant, and he doesn't know that there is a person hidden in this small Japanese-style room.

Later, Amir wiped out the rival group without paying for it. Just asking Goro Yagyu to join her group. When the youngest son heard Emile say this, he didn't have to pay a penny, and happily sent Gorou Yagyu to the plane where Emile was.

Yanagi Goro is not like the other three, usually when Emir has no mission, they each have some action. And this Yanagi only lives alone in the mountains, and usually seems to have nothing to do but practice. It's just that when Amir calls him, he will surely come.

"Well, if he could fall asleep, I'd like to see it." Emile said so, and the other three knew about it. Yagyu's nerves seemed to be one with the room at this moment. Any bit of anomaly, he knew right away. He is like this, but it shows that he is safe and secure now.

"None of us have ever been to this place, and in such a strange place, a lot of people can be bad." Fayol said

The general nodded, Amir didn't like this title originally, because firstly, she was not a real general, and secondly, this title seemed to be very different from her. Just on the island of Erbil. When her group attacked a group of pirates, Fayol was also hired. She and Fayol went their separate ways, but in the end, they made some mistakes. Discovered by the pirates, both teams of men and horses were surrounded as a group. After two days of fighting. On this isolated island, the last pirate also fell at the hands of Amir. This also indirectly saved Fayol, and since then Fayol has been called a general when he sees her. Amir knew that this was a compliment he had on himself, and he didn't resist.

"I've brought all the equipment you need on your list, and," Dirk said, gesturing to a huge suitcase against the wall, smug on his face, "This is the latest achievement of the Houston R&D Center."

"I didn't buy any of these." Amir said with a crooked corner of his mouth.

"Of course, none of this costs money, but you'll have to show me how well they work, I haven't used them once."

Emile glared at the cunning Dirk.

"I'm the only one, I don't bring anything, if you want to say that I have brought more than before, it's probably worth a few years." So the doctor said.

"Where are you just bringing more, you are bringing less, it's only been half a year, and you've lost so much weight." Emile said with concern

"There's no way, how can someone who is as academic as me get fat." After that, I looked at Fayol.

"I'm not fat, I'm all muscle." Fayol said hurriedly.

Amir looked at the doctor and said, "Are you sure this time, this Cairo is very different from the place where we usually operate."

The doctor lifted his glasses and said, "Is this the earth?"

Fayol interjected: "How can I learn to become Alzheimer's." Yes, definitely. ”

"That's fine."

When Emile heard him say this, she felt a layer of reassurance in her heart, and of course, the doctor had never let her down. The doctor is a master of psychology, and although he never kills, he has eliminated many enemies. Of course, these enemies were not really destroyed, but they were made his own people, and even those people acted as the most powerful keys without their knowledge. Since the addition of the doctors, some missions have changed from assassination to surveillance, and in the end, Amir didn't even need to show up at all, just sit quietly in a corner and order a drink. See the doctor and talk to the target, and you're done.

"Now, let me briefly describe the mission, although this mission is backed by strong financial resources, but there is no form of support at all. So everything has to be solved by us personally. Including retreat. And this time, the target is a batch of tributes that have just been brought into the church. I heard that it was from the White Nights. ”

"White Nights? Is that an organization like the Bloodline?"

Amir shook his head, "I don't know about this, it can only be that this mission is very dangerous, which is why the blood clan's remuneration will be so high this time." ”