The super killer assassinated Shi Yan, and the killer killed.

Another shock bomb broke out in the underground world, and the faces of many people who sneered began to change, and the faces of the underworld bosses who were grinding their teeth became solemn.

At the same time as the shock, the voice of doubt about the super killer slowly appeared.

In a popular nightclub in England, many people are drunk and dreaming of death, and a group of big men with tattoos are drinking in a large booth.

"I can't even deal with a young man, I think the super killer is just a vain name." A big man with a long scar on his face and bulging muscles all over his body said.

"Brother Long, don't talk nonsense, be careful." Some cautious people reminded.

Another tall and thin young man also agreed with Dahan's words: "No one has ever seen a super killer, it's just a rumor, and I've always suspected that there is a lot of bragging in that rumor." ”

"That's right, I don't believe how powerful a little P kid in his early twenties is, I think that super killer is too watery."

"Hahaha...

There was laughter for a while, and the people who mixed with the underworld were already bold, and in the case of the superkiller's disadvantage, people found another explanation.

It's not that Shi Yan is powerful, but the super killer is too watery.

And not far behind the place where the group of big men were sitting, a drunk man in his forties was drinking, and when he heard the laughter of the group of people, he couldn't help but sneer and said, "Super killer is also something you can insult?" ”

In an instant, a cold killing machine enveloped the entire nightclub, and everyone changed color for a while, not knowing what happened, but soon, the terrifying killing machine disappeared.

Just when everyone thought it was okay, there was a scream, and the dozen or so big men at the table who were laughing at the super killer had all been killed, and above the brain, there was a blood hole, and it was still gurgling bright red blood.

More than a dozen people were killed almost instantaneously at the same time, and even the people next door and passing by didn't find out who did it, how did they do it?

This made the people nearby creepy, this was not one or two people, but a dozen big men, who were killed in front of everyone without the ability to resist.

For a while, all kinds of exclamations came one after another, and the nightclub was in chaos in an instant.

"Dare to laugh at the superkillers, no one has done this for many years, they have forgotten the teachings of blood."

A priest was muttering to himself outside a nightclub with a cross in his mouth.

As if in response to the ridicule of others, an underworld boss made fun of the incompetence of the superkiller at a banquet, and all thirty-two people in the manor of the big man died in the night.

A black triangle drug lord made a big nonsense, saying that if it was him, he would have killed Shi Yan earlier, how could he be as useless as that super killer?

The next day, his head was sewn into the big wolfdog he loved the most.

For a while, everyone changed color, and no one dared to laugh at the superkiller anymore, and those who knew the origin of the superkiller were even more silent.

At the same time, everyone is also curious, is Super Killer an organization? Or is it a so-called title? Why would anyone maintain it so much?

With everyone's curiosity, the history of the super killer has been dug up little by little.

The superkiller can be traced back to an ancient family, the Medilon, which has been around for thousands of years, ancient and thick.

In a great war a thousand years ago, hundreds of thousands of troops besieged the ancient city of Batlon, and there were only tens of thousands of defenders in the city.

At this time, the lord of the city asked the Medilon family for help, and after paying enough price, the Medilons agreed to the rescue.

On a bleak moonlit night, the masters of the Medilonian family were exhausted, and overnight, the leading generals of the besieging army were killed and wounded.

There were no other wounds on the bodies of each of the dead generals, only two rows of bloody holes in their necks, and the corpses were pale and bloodless.

The besieging army instantly fell into a leaderless state, all kinds of rumors flew all over the sky, the army was in chaos, and it collapsed without attacking.

Since then, the Medilonian family has become famous, and the name of the super killer has also appeared on the stage of history for the first time.

The name Super Killer has evolved over the millennia and has evolved from the exclusive domain of the Medilonian family to a powerful secret organization.

This secret organization is powerful and mysterious, and it controls the most powerful dark force in the underworld, the Super Killer.

It has branches in almost every country, has close ties with the underground world of each country, and can even be said to be the king of the darkness.

And the Medilonian family, the king of kings, occupies a pivotal position in the organization.

In a medieval manor house in Europe, a gray castle is still in the middle of the ages, but the decoration is very luxurious.

In a huge conference room, several powerful people sat in two rows, waiting for the arrival of the castle owner.

The identities of these men were unknown, some were overly stout and had exaggerated muscles, some were slender, handsome and pale, and some hid their faces in black cloaks.

But without exception, everyone released a powerful aura, and the momentum was deep and heavy.

The door was pushed open, and a tall, slender man with a pale face and dark red eyes walked in.

The people who were seated all stood up and bowed to the visitors, and the man waved his hand to the crowd and motioned for everyone to sit down.

"The Council generally doesn't deal with specific business matters, but now we are troubled by one thing, our thousand-year-old honor, because of people's forgetfulness, there are already people who don't care about us."

The man with dark red eyes said elegantly, even if it was an ordinary speaking action, his posture, tone, and gestures were so elegant, which was pleasing to the eye.

"The question now is, to what extent are we going to go."

At this, a charming smile appeared on the man's lips, as if he had said something very pleasant.

"I'm in favor of a bloody night." A big stout man hummed out, and even if he lowered his voice, he shook the window to the ground.

"A thousand years of glory can only be defended with blood, and I agree." A young man with an elegant posture and a pale face said.

"Agreed." The voice was hoarse and low, it was the man who was hiding in a black cloak.

"Then everyone agreed, and ordered the implementation of the bloody night to begin."

"Yes." Someone in the dark promised.

"Also..." The man with dark red eyes walked to the window and looked out at the night.

"That little guy in Huaxia can't be let go, although it has nothing to do with us, but not killing him will damage the honor of the super killer."

The man turned around, looked into the shadows by the door and said, "Warren, this task is up to you, get rid of him." ”

A pale and handsome young face appeared in the shadows, bowing gracefully and nodding, "As you wish, my dear uncle."