The morning light is faint, and the red morning glow is sprinkled on the morning dew, shining with colorful light, which is very beautiful. The bamboo waves are gusting, and along with the breeze, there is a fresh smell of earth. It is refreshing. There is a kind of free-flowing song.

Matsumoto walked down the stairs, he was dressed very neatly today, his black suit was straight against his body, and it was well-proportioned without a single wrinkle.

The high-grade material can be distinguished by the naked eye just by how delicate and smooth it is. The white shirt and black bow tie make Matsumoto look noble and elegant.

The servants had prepared breakfast for him, and he raised his wrist and looked at his watch, it was getting late. I woke up a little late today, and I didn't want to even have time for breakfast.

He smiled a little wryly, took a glass of milk from the servant, and drank it all. He wiped his mouth, straightened his bow tie, and strode to the door.

Oninomaru was already waiting by the car, and today he was also dressed in black, but judging from his gloomy appearance, he felt a little nondescript, maybe he was more approachable in his ninja suit.

Watching Oninomaru open the car door for himself, Matsumoto smiled indifferently at him and said hello: "How are things arranged outside today?" ”

Oninomaru bowed his head respectfully and said, "I have already greeted the police station, and it seems that those old men have also agreed, and they dare not have any objections to you in this matter." ”

"Very good, then hand over those Huaxia people to the police." Matsumoto's smile revealed an incomparably lighthearted lightheart, as if the whole world was in his hands. This is the smile of a person who has an absolute sense of dominance and stands at the pinnacle of power.

"Captain, let me go, I can help in this regard." Hearing that the Nighthawks were going to make a move today, the Yaksha begged on the side, shaking the Nighthawk's hand, which was a bit nondescript.

Nighthawk solemnly shook off his hand, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Obey the order, rest well at home, you are injured, what kind of excitement are you making, we are going to reconnoitre, not to fight, why do you want so many people to do it, I'm afraid people won't know." ”

Yaksha was helpless, so he could only sigh and retreat to the side. He sat down on the couch and began to complain.

The military thorn smiled and came up and patted him on the back and said, "It's okay, it's okay, I'm here, what mission can't be completed, you wounded people, take care of your injuries, wait for the good news of my brother's triumph." ”

Looking at the appearance of the villain in the military assassin, Yaksha held back two words from his heart: "Get out." ”

"Okay, let's go, look at the time Matsumoto is about to leave, we have to hurry." Nighthawk urged.

Grabbing the car keys, the Nighthawk and Monroe stepped out of the bar with everyone's blessing. There were already two cars parked in front of the door, and in order not to attract attention, the magpie drove two Japanese cars for them early this morning.

Monroe ran to a white Toyota and said with a happy smile: "Captain, just drive this for me, the Honda of you two men is more suitable for you." ”

Today's Monroe is wearing a very sexy outfit, not in revealing clothes, but a pair of skinny jeans and a white T-shirt outlining a delicate figure, with a white and red face, beautiful as a spring April day. The military thorn looked at Monroe, couldn't stop the pride in his heart, and hurriedly said, "Then you be careful." ”

Monroe glanced at the military thorn gently, and also whispered back, "You also have to be careful." ”

Nighthawk looked at the ambiguous expressions of the two, smiled and said, "When did you two develop to this point?" ”

After speaking, he stabbed the military thorn next to him, and said with a smile: "It's okay, boy, hug the beauty." The military assassin blushed rarely, but his eyes kept staring at Monroe with affection.

"Okay, flirtatious and scolding later, let's do it now, Monroe, keep the radio on." Nighthawk finished explaining the matter, sat down in the passenger seat, and sped off towards the road in the distance.

On the side of Highway 5, Nighthawk and Thorn sat in the car, staring at the end of the road, for fear that they would miss the slightest clue in the blink of an eye. Sitting for a long time, people are also relatively boring, both of them are the first time to perform such a squatting work, it is really boring and tight, while Song himself did not come, smoked a cigarette, and chatted about family life.

"Captain, what do you think of Monroe, is she a good girl?" The military stab pulled it on himself, wanting to hear the opinion of the big brother Nighthawk, but in fact, in many cases, he has no opinion.

"Yes, it's not her appearance that matters, it's her character. Follow your heart, and he won't lie to you. Nighthawk's eyes were still fixed ahead.

"If I were to marry her, would she say yes?" The military thorn was a little afraid of being rejected, and asked Nighthawk in distress.

"Do you have anything to say yes to her, or do you have anything for her to refuse? If not, you believe in yourself. I see that you kid is not usually such a grinding person, what's wrong today, always entangled in this issue.

Actually, be yourself, be happy, this is the most real, I don't think Monroe will want to see your hypocritical side. ”

"Yes, in fact, I don't know what Monroe thinks in her heart, hey, forget it, fight hard, and when this mission is over, I will confess to her. We're not too young, and it's time to think about personal matters. As if he had made up his mind, he slammed his fist into the storage compartment, as if he was giving himself courage.

Nighthawk smiled slightly, this military thorn always does something unexpected. Facing Monroe, she looks like a little daughter-in-law.

"It's coming. Prepare for action. Suddenly, Nighthawk saw a convoy of five vehicles speeding towards him at the end of the road in the distance. The leading car was the Matsumoto escort car provided by Shimada Information, and all five of them were Mercedes-Benzes, and they sped past them with a hula, bringing up a cloud of smoke and dust.

"Keep up." Nighthawk sat up straight, his body twisted rapidly, and with a thud he quickly followed the convoy in front of him.

The speed of Mercedes-Benz is very fast, and the German car-making technology is vividly displayed, and the thought of Mercedes-Benz always gives people a symbol of luxury and calmness.

The military thorn complained along the way, "Captain, you said that the magpie also got us a Mercedes-Benz, you look at the speed of others, that magnificence, can't we also install high-level people?"

Nighthawk laughed and said, "Be content, you look at what you are wearing, if it weren't for the white spots on your face, you might think you were a stowaway and sent back." Everyone's living standards are different, you can't pretend to be that noble, but Monroe can, dress up, and she's really a rich lady. ”

Hearing Nighthawk praise Monroe, the military spur smiled proudly and said, "That's that, my brother's eyes are still very vicious, how can ordinary women enter my eyes, and those who enter my eyes can't escape from my palm." ”

Looking at the spur with an evil smile on his face, Nighthawk rolled his eyes at him, and really wanted to say to him Why don't you want to think about who was so shameless just now, and you are afraid that people will reject you.

The car entered the city, turning left and right, constantly changing directions, and Nighthawk asked the military thorns to keep a distance, not too close for the front to find.

Slowed down, always maintaining a distance of 100 meters, but did not dare to go too far, in the vast urban area, a slight bend is likely to lose the target.

"Monroe, your location." Nighthawk asked over the radio.

"Right behind you, 20 meters." The spur heard the reply and looked behind him through the rearview mirror. Sure enough, Monroe was following them unhurriedly, as if she was waving to greet them. Regardless of whether Monroe could see it or not, the military thorn actually smirked in the rearview mirror. Nighthawk had only two words in his heart to describe him: "Idiot." ”

Through the noisy streets, the Mercedes turned onto an overpass and crossed the shuttle bridge quickly, as if in a hurry, without slowing down for a moment. The military thorn has no choice but to speed up and keep up, so many cars, you can just squeeze a vacant seat and lose it, not fast.

After getting off the overpass, the convoy drove for a while and slowly stopped in front of a tall building.

This is an antique old building, the gate is the traditional gate of Fuso, and there are several sentries with guns at the door, and their eyes are bright, showing that they are specially trained.

On the top of the gate is four and a half large Chinese characters written on the National Assembly House. The military thorn smiled and said, "The little devil still stole a lot of things from the Celestial Empire, even the words were stolen." ”

Matsumoto's car stopped steadily at the door, and several bodyguards stepped out of the car in turn to open the door for him.

Matsumoto straightened his clothes and quickly entered the gate, surrounded by many bodyguards.

Suddenly, Nighthawk saw Onimaru, and Onimaru was smiling at them in the car across the road. It's like a child smiling with satisfaction when they find their long-lost toy.

"Oops, discovered, operation canceled, retreat, retreat." Nighthawk shouted nervously over the radio, and at the same moment, the Thorn's foot slammed the accelerator and drove forward in an instant.

There was a loud bang, and he hit a black sedan head-on, and the ** in the sedan shouted, "We are the police, and the people in the car will get out of the car immediately for inspection." ”

The military thorn didn't have time to think about the meaning of his words, and he knew nothing good when he saw the opposite car suddenly rush out. Struggled to fall backwards, stepped on the accelerator and hit it.

The shouter shrank into the car in fright. The entire car was beaten twice in place by the military stab. The military stabbed the Honda, which had been smashed into the front of the car, and sped forward. But immediately, countless sirens sounded from all directions, as if they appeared out of thin air, and they quickly chased after them.

The military thorn did not dare to stop for a moment, and with the force of his feet, the speed of the engine was pulled to the extreme. The car quickly shuttled into the traffic on the main road, and with superb driving skills, they frantically escaped from the police chasing them.

Looking at the Nighthawks who were being chased by the police car, Oninomaru stood in place and smiled faintly, then turned around and walked towards the gate of the council: "Let the police have fun with you." ”

He didn't see it, and just as he turned to enter the door, Monroe's car passed him quickly and plunged into the chasing traffic ahead.