In the photo, it is a European and American man with yellow hair and a long face, with deep sunken eyes, a high nose bridge, and a sneer at the corner of his mouth, as if he was also staring at Yongqiang.

"The international killer Owen is the most well-known of the killers sent by Duchovic. So far this year, more than 27 people have been sniped under heavy protection. According to reliable sources, Mr. Kurosawa's death was also his fault. ”

After Elizabeth finished speaking, she stood up, walked to Yongqiang's side, and said in an accentuated tone: "This time, it is about the future of the company, and we cannot afford to lose." ”

"I will safely deliver the witnesses to the International Tribunal." Yongqiang assured.

The difference between the arena theater and the story world is that the players are assigned the duties of the corresponding identities.

After listening to Elizabeth's introduction, he already understood the role and mission of the Arena Theater.

This killer named Owen should be the competitive opponent this time.

"I'll send Mike to cooperate with your actions." Elizabeth was a little uneasy when she saw that Yongqiang agreed so simply, and said again.

"No, I don't. I'm enough for one person. Yongqiang pulled out the last piece of paper in the envelope, which recorded Claire's address: Media Building, Manchester, England.

Yongqiang drove the car provided by the security company to Manchester City and put the car in the underground car park of the Media Building.

Witness Claire works in this famous media building.

He took the elevator to the fifteenth floor, showed his ID, and after some verification, took the tall, blonde Claire from a well-guarded security room.

"They only sent you alone? I've read the report that three of the four people who can point fingers at Dukhovich have died. Claire followed Yongqiang closely, kept looking left and right, and asked with a flustered expression.

"They sent the only person who could protect you." After Yongqiang said coolly, the elevator door opened.

Inside stood two men in jackets, who, at the moment of turning on the elevator, pulled their pistols out of their clothes.

Bang! Bang!

Yongqiang had taken out his pistol first, and the bullet pierced their eyebrows, bringing out a large puddle of blood mixed with brains, which splattered on the wall of the elevator.

Claire held her head in horror and screamed, "What are you doing?" ”

When she saw the guns dropped by the two men in jackets lying inside, she looked at Yongqiang in a daze and stopped talking.

"Don't worry. Everything is under control. Yongqiang suddenly raised his arm and pointed to his side, just against the chest of a tall cleaner in yellow striped overalls who walked by.

The cleaner was holding a bucket in one hand and a mop in the other, looking at the pistol in front of him, and then seeing the two corpses lying in the elevator, a drop of cold sweat slid down his forehead.

"Do you know the biggest difference between you and the cleaner?" Yongqiang turned his head and stared at the man and asked.

Claire also noticed the cleaner who suddenly appeared next to her: "He's also a killer?" ”

"Yes."

After Yongqiang finished speaking, he shot decisively and knocked the cleaner to the ground.

The cleaner's blood stained the floor red, and his body twitched, but he was not dead.

He stared at Yongqiang with a pair of unwilling and incomprehensible eyes, wanting to ask for an answer

"What's the difference between a cleaner and a killer?" Claire was as curious as he was, and asked Yongqiang.

"Industrious cleaners are as obscure as killers, but the biggest difference is that they only unleash murderous energy on people who litter cigarette butts and garbage." Yongqiang said in a deep voice.

"That's right." Claire seemed to understand the answer.

"So your sister, who would believe such an answer." The cleaner was even angrier, not satisfied with this obviously foolish answer, and spouted a large mouthful of blood from his mouth, staring at Yongqiang.

"The elevator can't go, let's take the stairs." Yongqiang ignored him and pulled Claire to the other side.

The "cleaner" had no choice but to take his last breath, and when he died, his clenched right hand was released, revealing a bayonet hidden under the mop......

The fifteen-story staircase is also fraught with danger.

When they reached the seventh floor, a man in a suit and a briefcase hurriedly walked past the two of them, and then turned around and took out a pistol from his arms, but before he could turn around and find his target, Yongqiang had already grabbed him by the neck and made him have a close contact with the hard concrete wall.

The two walked into the parking lot.

"My car is over there." Claire said, pointing in one direction.

"You wouldn't want to use it." Yongqiang pulled her, walked to his car, and politely opened the rear door.

Claire sat inside, only to find that there was already a person in the back seat.

The man was in his twenties, with a long face, a black hood that reached his forehead, and a few strands of yellow hair peeking out of the cracks in the hood, and he sat upright on one side with his eyes closed, as if asleep.

"Who is he?" Claire asked, looking at the strangely dressed youth.

"His name is Owen, the International Killer." Yongqiang started the car and drove out of the underground parking lot, and a few seconds later, a huge explosion sounded from the underground parking lot.

"That can't be my car, right?" Claire was not stupid either, turned her head and looked at the underground parking lot with black smoke billowing out, and shouted in panic.

"It's yours. Put this on. After Yongqiang finished speaking, he intimately threw Claire a bulletproof vest.

"Why don't you hand him over to the police." Claire subconsciously moved away from Owen and pressed against the doorway on the other side.

"I want to find a quiet place and ask him a few questions." Yongqiang said.

This Owen is the killer that Elizabeth reminded Yongqiang to pay attention to.

Before entering the Media Building, Yongqiang first took a turn on the rooftops of several buildings opposite, and really found him in a location with an excellent sniper position.

Although this person has a keen perception and first-class skills, he has no artifact on his body, nor does he have the indifferent attitude of a reincarnator towards death, and he is not Yongqiang's opponent in this competitive theater.

His opponents are still lurking in the darkness.

This conclusion surprised Yongqiang a little, and he was very interested.

In order to send Claire to the international court on time, he put Owen in the back seat after strong anesthesia, and waited for time to ask questions.

The Competitive Theater is automatically matched by Superbrain according to the ranking of the two sides. Since Yongqiang has no ranking, he has always matched opponents with very low strength.

This time, the opponent, although I don't know what the strength is, compared with the previous opponent, at least survived.

Yongqiang drove the car through a long highway, and the car's fuel gauge showed that it needed to be refueled, and there was a gas station in front of it.

At the gas station, there were already two black jeeps lined up to refuel.

Yongqiang parked his car on the side of the road, walked straight to the gas station, and opened the door of a jeep first.

The driver and passengers in the passenger compartment were shocked when they saw him.

"It's a killer."

After checking their eyes, Yongqiang raised his pistol before they could take anything out of his arms, leaving a bloody bullet hole in the center of their eyebrows.

"What are you doing?" The employees of the gas station held oil guns in their hands and looked at Yongqiang in horror.

Yongqiang ignored him because the door of the other jeep had been opened.

Two burly men with fierce faces walked out of it, they were wearing black vests and black military pants, and when they saw the gun in Yongqiang's hand, they smiled disdainfully, and a fierce man also took out a dagger from his pocket, and played with his left hand and right hand back and forth.

"That's interesting." Yongqiang smiled, threw the pistol into his backpack, and took out Harley with his backhand.

Barking!

When Harley opened her sleepy eyes and saw the fierce man in front of her, she immediately came to her senses.

"Come on, Hallie, kill them." Yongqiang let out a shout and threw Harley out.

Harley flipped in the air and kicked a vicious man in the face, then landed in style, then spat out a black smoke ring to tie up the other man.

As a D-class little divine beast, how could these two ordinary big men be its opponents.

In less than a minute, the two strong men were covered in blood and rolled to the ground begging for mercy.

Bang.

A gunshot rang out from behind Yongqiang.

His shoulders shook slightly, dodging the bullets flying from behind.

A bullet landed on the wall, shattering one of the tiles on it.

"You...... You dodged the bullet? The gas station employee was holding a pistol and stared at Yongqiang in disbelief.

"Dodging bullets or something, it's just a basic operation."

Yongqiang turned around, raised his arm and fired, firing several shots in succession.

The employee at the gas station was shot several times and flew upside down.

There is a supporting supermarket next to the gas station, and the exterior wall of the supporting supermarket is installed with single-sided glass, so you can't see the inside from the outside.

At this time, a piece of this glass wall was shattered by bullets.

Yongqiang's body moved half a meter forward the moment the glass shattered, and he was still hit by a bullet in the shoulder.

In an instant, he also broke into the supermarket.

An old man in a wheelchair laughed fearlessly when he saw him, then lowered the gun in his hand and unfastened the clothes covering his legs, revealing the bomb inside.

A rapid bomb detonation chime sounded with a flashing red light.

"Why are you doing this?" Yongqiang looked at the old man and shook his head.

"Let's all perish." The old man shouted frantically.

But before the words fell, Yongqiang's figure flashed, appeared outside the supermarket, picked up Hallie, flashed again, and was instantly 100 meters away.

The old man in the wheelchair looked shocked at the air in front of him, looked down at the bomb on his leg again, and shouted in despair: "No-"

Rumble!

The entire supermarket turned into a ball of fire, and the billowing air waves expanded in all directions, knocking Yongqiang's car into a beat.

"They're all killers?" Yongqiang returned to the car, and Claire asked with a pale face.

"It's also a pawn." Yongqiang thought for a while and said.

Judging by the actions of these killers, it is clear that they are not trying to kill Claire, but to kill him.

The only one who can do this is the opponent who has never met before.

"You're hurt." Claire looked through the rearview mirror and saw the blood stains on Yongqiang's shoulder.

"Hehe, I'll get this account back double." A sneer appeared at the corner of Yongqiang's mouth, he had already guessed what this opponent was planning.

PS: The signing process went through a month and finally came to an end. Starting this month, 5,000 words a day. I hope you will give a monthly pass a lot of encouragement and support. ^_^