"These unpopular garbage, they still have the heart to have a wedding."

Through the narrow attic glass window, the fat man Howard could see the goblins preparing for the wedding dozens of meters away. In the room behind him, the floor, walls, and desktops were littered with random maps, photographs, communication equipment, and firearms and ammunition.

Howard forced his way into the local police station in Montpellier, but failed to kill Zhou Qingfeng. This mistake made him fall into total passivity, the police are investigating him, the underground world is also offering a reward for him, and he has nowhere to escape. He considered fleeing to Eastern European countries, where it was easy to avoid the chaos of law and order, but surprisingly......

The client behind the money to get rid of Zhou Qingfeng gave guidance, allowing Howard to avoid dangerous pursuits many times. The former also contacted the goblin and provided him with a safe place to hide.

But in retrospect, it was just a false sense of security. When Howard felt he had a backer, an even bigger trouble befell him.

There is a television in the corner of the attic, and the investigation into the 'murder of the president' is still in the news. Just like the reaction of Eagle Sauce after the events of '911', Gaul is now like a boiling cauldron, exuding a strong sense of revenge.

On the table are several operational briefings, all hand-drawn by Howard. There's also a stack of washed out photos of the streets around a certain road. These things may seem ordinary, but they are the source of all troubles. He's stuck here because of these things, and he can't get out.

A week ago, Howard secretly moved into a house in the Arem neighborhood, following the advice of an anonymous client. He lived in seclusion and only moved at night. The closed and xenophobic nature of the goblin community makes it difficult for the outside world to effectively investigate him. The only person who knows of his existence is the head of the house, Ahmed, the shaman of the community Onion Temple.

Ahmed charges Howard two hundred euros per day for accommodation. This high price is worthy of a star-rated hotel, but what is actually provided is a simple attic and poor food. The latter, who had wanted to stay for a few days and leave, found it difficult to leave - after the murder of the president, the military and police went to the streets to investigate, and roads and transportation facilities were completely closed.

Want to run? No way!

Howard then realized that he had been pitted by an anonymous client. Everything is calculated by the other party. The mysterious guy seemed to know the general direction of many things, and deliberately dropped the bait to let him fall into the trap himself.

Deep fear flooded into Howard's brain, and he fell into all kinds of self-denial for the past two days, feeling that he was stupid like a pig. He has always been wild and domineering, and he was ruthlessly used by people who were more wild. He wanted to escape, get rid of the control of the anonymous client, and hoped that he still had use value, and the anonymous client would guide him with magical words.

After two days of restless waiting, Howard's cell phone rang. As soon as he looked at the number, he quickly connected the phone. But before he spoke, he carefully considered it in his heart, tried to calm himself down, and tried to get the best conditions for himself.

"Hey, Mr. Howard." The caller took the initiative to speak, "I know where you are. You definitely want to live, right? ”

This calm tone seemed to be out of the way, and instantly destroyed Howard's sanity, which he had so hard to recover. He clenched the phone with his fingers and shouted angrily, "Who the hell are you?" You asked me to survey the roads, let me go to the black market to buy explosives, let me send people to transport them, and also specified a harsh time and place. It's all about using me.

How do you know which road the president's motorcade will pass? You also ordered my men to force their way into the convoy and detonate the explosives remotely. Hell, I thought you were just sending a regular package. Who knew it was a detonator inside? Now you dare to call, who are you? ”

Howard asked a barrage of questions that he had pondered for the past two or three days. He really didn't understand why the anonymous client could grasp the timing so accurately, and when his subordinates found out that the situation was wrong, they could no longer get out of it, and could only wait for death.

Thankfully, Howard wasn't in the truck with 200 kilograms of explosives, but he knew he was finished. Sooner or later, he will be caught, and the Gallic government will definitely not let him go.

When Howard was furious, the caller still said unhurriedly: "You don't know my greatness at all, I'm here to save the country, to save the whole of Europe." I gave everything for this and will stay the course. Now there's one last task for you......"

"How dare you command me?" Howard's annoyed tone was suppressed, "You think I'll listen to you?" ”

Hehehe...... caller smiled, "I don't expect you to understand me." I have more power than you can imagine, and I will change history and save fallen Europa. Because I see the future, and it's a miserable world. I must save ......"

Howard was completely disappointed, and he hung up, not wanting to listen to the caller's nonsense. This anonymous client is a madman, a pretentious idiot, who speaks babbling that no one else understands, and daydreams every day. "There are more and more of them now. I was actually cheated by such a guy with a bad brain. ”

Howard pinched his aching forehead and wondered what he was going to do next. There was no doubt that he had to leave his current residence immediately, but with traffic restrictions everywhere, he couldn't get too far.

On the mobile phone, the caller number just now sent a text message again.

Howard didn't want to see it, but he couldn't help but click to open it.

"Mr. Howard, if you still want to live, don't run around. Because of Victor. Hugo is looking for you. I don't know when he'll find you, or what state he's in now, but your only chance of survival is to kill him.

With enough time, I can control everyone, everything, except that kid. As long as you get rid of him, I will be invincible in this world, and I will change your fate. I know you're definitely not believing me anymore, but I've done my best to save you, good luck! ”

Howard's head was buzzing, and the beginning of all this trouble was to track down the man who was originally named Zhou Qingfeng, and now called Victor. Hugo's young Asian descent. He couldn't figure out what the purpose of the anonymous client was to get rid of the humble kid from beginning to end. Hugo is the key to the whole affair? ”

No one can answer this question. There was a knock on the door outside the attic, and Howard vigilantly pressed the pistol under his rib and asked in a deep voice, "Who?" ”

Here came Ahmet's nephew, a young goblin who knew a little French. He invited Howard to his uncle's wedding tomorrow because Howard was now a valued guest.

"Yes, a VIP who pays 200 euros a day for accommodation." Howard was in his heart. He didn't want to show his face, so he politely declined the other party's invitation. Still, he asked earnestly, "Is there any way you can arrange a car for me to get me out of Gaul?" ”

"Yes, of course. As long as you pay, we have a way to get you anywhere. The young goblin said, packing the ticket. He has a big smile and a lot of confidence. "But you'll have to pay a sum of money first, and I need to contact some friends."

Howard had just been hit hard, and in a trance, he almost believed the other party's nonsense. But when he heard that he had to pay first, he shook his head and said, "As long as you send me away, you can get 200,000 euros." That's right, two hundred thousand euros. I'll give you all my savings, but you have to get it done first. ”

The number of 200,000 made the goblin young man's eyes light up, and he hurriedly agreed, and left with cheers. It's just that seeing that the other party agreed too happily, Howard frowned. He shook his head, realizing that he was still on his own, and these goblins couldn't be relied on.

As for Victor. Hugo, the name pierced Howard's heart deeply. He made two moves, failed twice, and now he was asked to kill the kid, "When I get out of trouble, I'll kill the kid." ”

Having casually packed up a change of clothes and cash, and brought guns and ammunition, Howard didn't bother to clean up the already messy attic. He didn't want to stay at Ahmed's house any longer, so he pushed open the attic window and climbed out, clumsily descending from the roof down the storm pipe to the ground, and quietly leaving.

Walking into the streets of the Arem community, many people stared at this big fat man who had never seen before, but no one stopped them. Howard tried to steal a car along the street, but he was watched, so he had to walk all the way out of the neighborhood. Just walked and walked, and after walking a few hundred meters, I was about to enter another community, and a young man suddenly came out of the convenience store at the opposite intersection.

Howard's heart nearly froze. He immediately leaned sideways towards the corner of the street, glancing at the opposite side with only half of his head exposed. Just this time, his heart began to beat wildly again, and sweat on his forehead was pouring outwards - hell, hell!

Victor. Hugo.

The Asian kid named Zhou Qingfeng.

Howard recognized the face.

But......

The kid was a completely different person.

Howard's breathing became rapid, and he wondered if he was dazzled, if he recognized another Asian as Zhou Qingfeng? He probed again, carefully discerning, and his heartbeat rose to one hundred and eighteen.

If you change to someone else, you will definitely not regard the change in height of 1.6 meters and 1.8 meters as the same person. But Howard's buzzing brain ignored the unusual change and recognized only the face. He remembered a text message from an anonymous client - Victor. Hugo went looking for you. I don't know when he'll show up, I don't know what he's doing......

But he will find you.

Kill him and you will live.

Howard felt extremely nervous for the first time, and he looked out again, but Zhou Qingfeng, who was still in front of the convenience store just now, was nowhere to be seen. He hurriedly turned around and ran back, his fat figure sweating profusely, and after a while he returned to Ahmet's house.

The old shaman was coming out of the door, and he was surprised to see Howard. The former opened his arms and shouted enthusiastically: "My nephew just said that you refused to attend my wedding, and suddenly ran away. I don't believe it. I said that if you are a distinguished guest, the Prophet will surely send you back to me again. Sure enough, you're back. ”

Howard couldn't understand the old shaman's Pashto, so he only stepped forward and said to his 'nephew' who was acting as an interpreter, "Tell your uncle and help me go to the neighborhood next door to keep an eye on someone." Just kill him, and I'll give you a million euros. ”