"It seems that the flames of vengeance have burned to me......"

The three-meter-tall Casemiro smiled and looked at the naked ** who was struggling with his own neck, and after admiring the pain and despair on her better face, he snapped the woman's slender neck.

Falling naked and fair, Casemiro stepped over the corpse and lifted a curtain-sized pajamas from his bed and draped them on.

At this time, the night was dark, and the bright moon hung high in the night sky with thin clouds. An hour earlier, Casemiro had made three phone calls to Lieutenant Commander Penry in the Navy, but nothing had been answered.

The gangsters involved in the assassination are either hiding in safe houses or out at sea, their mission is complete, and when it comes time to divide the spoils, they will naturally return to get their fair share.

Casemiro can't go, he is the initiator of the anti-Oroco alliance, and when he leaves, he will face not only the fire of revenge of Lisandro Oroco but also the wrath of the Draconians.

He saw it as a test, a test of whether a Draconian was worthy of the Dark Throne of the Chambord Islands.

The place where he now stays is his small estate where he vacations, surrounded by fields of flowers, planted with moonflowers, roses, and wild daisies according to the transplanted soil...... and other flowers. This is certainly not for appreciation, let alone for the manufacture of perfumes, the climate of the Chambord Islands does not produce very good flowers, and Casemiro only sells them as local flowers.

This flower field, above all, provides Casemiro's estate with an open and unobstructed view. At the top of the estate, Casemiro was fitted with a smoothbore gun with a 360-degree rotating base, with an effective range of 2,000 meters.

Of course, all this is the regular setting of his manor, and the courtyard wall of the manor has not been reinforced, but additional manpower has been dispatched, and he cannot show his timidity. Casemiro considers the underground war with the Orokco family to be a tug-of-war.

A deafening cannon bang rang over Casemiro's head, knocking down the dust from the ceiling and onto Casemiro's sleek head.

Fierce dog barking sounded from the south, boiling the entire estate.

Casemiro wiped his head, pushed open the floor-to-ceiling windows of the south balcony, and looked south, where the gate was facing, and at this time a dozen men in black suits and white flowers on their chests were at the end of the flower field.

Casemiro saw the man, the underground emperor who had ruled for decades.

Half giant, Rez was able to block the cannonballs fired by the cannon with just one arm of his own. Gritting his teeth, he pulled the arm holding the cannonball back and pushed it out hard.

Normally he yells excitedly when he does this, but today he restrained his temperament and just gasped for air.

Bang! The flying cannonballs smashed open the gates of the manor, and the two gangsters guarding the gate fell to the ground in screams. The black-clad gangsters lined up, led by a stocky man with metal claws on his hands, and galloped towards the gates of the manor.

Bang! Another shell came at them.

The stocky man leapt to his feet, the metal claws on his hands clasped together, and spun abruptly.

Z~ The sound of screeching metal turning, sparks flew, and the short and fat man broke through the black iron cannonball, and castrated into the courtyard walls of the manor.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Shoot, shoot!" In the heavily guarded compound, the gang members on Casemiro's side shouted loudly. After parrying a few bullets with his claws, the stocky man spread his claws and swam between the gangs at breakneck speed, with blood clots falling on each one he passed.

"Talon Josse!" Casemiro turned and walked into the room, and when he came out, he had a spear in his hand.

'There's a 0.5 second pause after every teleport, and it's ...... now'

Before the stocky Josse paused again, Casemiro pulled the trigger. When Jose's claws slit the throat of one of the gangsters again, the flying bullet hit him and pierced his left shoulder with a pop, so that the left claw hung limply.

On the balcony, Casemiro threw out his spear. The spear was sliced into pieces by José's claws, and Casemiro had already crossed in front of José, and the huge fist wrapped around the armed color was slammed down.

Josie's chunky body was blasted away like a ball of flesh, but Casemiro glanced at his right arm, where three deep blood marks had been cut.

"It's worthy of being one of the three leaders of the Orokco family, and it's completely different from my useless subordinates!" With a sigh, Casemiro rushed to José, who smashed against the courtyard wall, and was about to hit with his left hand, but a boulder shot at this moment. Casemiro had to twist and smash the boulder, which José had already shot and left a scar on Casemiro's right leg.

"Roar!" Before the smoke of the boulder had cleared, Casemiro had heard a loud roar. Rez, a 7-meter-tall half-giant, rushed in front of him and slammed it down with his hands folded like a pile.

Armed with domineering power condensed in his arms, Casemiro blocked the bombardment of the half-giant. He was about to change his moves, but there was a sharp pain in his back, and if it weren't for the rib protection, his internal organs would have been broken.

Casemiro had no choice but to roll on the ground, and the battle-hardened Rez seized this opportunity and kicked Casemiro with a domineering kick that entwined the armed color, causing him to slide for dozens of meters and then collapse the courtyard wall.

Before Casemiro could shake the rubble around him, José stepped on his chest, sharp metal claws against Casemiro's throat.

The wind blew through the flower fields, bringing with them the mixed scent of flowers, and the sound of gunfire gradually thinned out, and even the barking of fierce dogs turned into a whine.

Lisandro Oroco coughed lightly, covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, and walked slowly to Casemiro, who was lying on the ground unable to move.

He is very sensitive to smells, and will cough whenever he smells too strong, which is also inherited by Honey Oroko.

"Casemiro, I didn't expect it to be you. I always thought you were a smart person. In the pale moonlight, Lisandro Oroko, with gray temples, looked coldly at the defeated man who fell to the ground.

"Because the temptation is too great, Mr. Oroko...... Ahem......" Casemiro said with a chuckle.

"My opponent is not you......" Lisandro Oroko shook his head and put his cane against Casemiro's forehead: "So now tell me, who is behind you?" ”

As his head was close to the ground, Casemiro was the first to feel the earth shake, the sound of horses' hooves and axles rolling.

He couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Hahaha...... Mr. Oroko, it looks like I don't have to die! ”

Lisandro Orokco looked up and saw an ornate unicorn carriage heading towards it, driven by a figure in a white suit.

The carriage drove into the flower field and headed straight for Casemiro, slowing down as it got closer, and finally stopped five meters in front of Lisandro Orokco, leaving a trail of flowers scattered with mud.

The fierce unicorn snorted and paced, and a fat, ugly head poked out of the carriage, and then slammed out of the carriage, standing proudly.

Then out of the carriage was the blue-haired woman, who smiled apologetically at old Oroko and stood silently beside the ugly and fat man.

"Get on your knees!" The ugly man shouted to the rustle of the flower fields in the wind.

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