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"Ask Mr. Liu to spare Isis's life, she is the only person in the world who is related to the empress by blood......"

Barn said loudly at Liu Qingming, his face full of horror. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Please, for the sake of Empress Layuvi, ...... you," Chris said again.

Isis's face changed violently, her breathing suddenly became a little short, and her knees suddenly bent down.

Barn exercised the authority of the head of the church as the high priest, and his status was almost the same as that of the head of the church. As the president of the Sophian Hermitage, Archbishop Chris never accepted the orders of the Holy See even though he was in the Frivolva Church, and was still canonized as a cardinal with a high status by the Pope himself.

"Get up, this has nothing to do with you, and it has nothing to do with Isis......"

Liu Qingming said to Barn and Chris. He didn't mean to hurt Isis, and when he heard Barn say that Isis was the only person in the world who was related to Rayuvi, he couldn't help but feel a little sad. Barn and Chris, and even Isis, they didn't even know what was going on.

At this time, Barn and Chris had just gotten up, and they all breathed away.

Isis seemed to have some idea of who he was.

Just now, Archbishop Chris stopped talking, and she was reminded of something. As a person of Rayuvi's blood in this world, she is regarded by the giants of the Futu Cult as Rayuvi's bloodline. Therefore, she knows many secrets that the world will never know.

Rayuvi has no friends in this world, and those who go along with her prosper, and those who go against her perish.

There is only one exception.

Isis's body trembled, and she knew that Rashid might have caused a catastrophe this time.

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A luxury private jet that had taken off from John-Pitsburg was slowly climbing into the sky, and their direction was none other than Seondu Fayton.

Liu Qingming sat on the sand, looking through the clouds, overlooking the scenery of the African Big 6, his brows furrowed slightly.

Isis sat on her knees in a beige lace dress, fiddling with the tea leaves on the coffee table. Viewed from the side, the high tip of the nose, the tender red lips like cherries, and the round hip line pressed against the feet outline a soul-grabbing curve. Sexy and elegant, noble and stylish.

Her tea art is the Japanese tea ceremony, which she learned from a Japanese girlfriend when she was in school.

It was just fun to think it was fun, and she never thought she would use it one day.

When the flight attendant asked Liu Qingming whether to drink tea or coffee just now, she immediately followed the flight attendant to the workshop. Barn gave her a lot of winks along the way, and she knew what that meant. Fortunately, in order to entertain customers from all over the world, Ma Dahai has a complete set of tools on this plane, and there is a set of tea sets that she can use.

"It shouldn't be the Diman people who attacked those Chinese companies, and a terrorist attack of this scale requires a very strong intelligence network and the ability to organize operations outside the country, and the Mandi people do not have such strength. According to various indications, they all point to some forces controlled by the Auburn family. My men have already followed the clues, and according to the time, they should have begun to destroy their stronghold by now. Mr. Radman also sent a note to the countries concerned that several major international airports in Africa have been completely closed. None of the perpetrators of this attack can escape."

After Dai Xudong answered a few phone calls on the side, he stretched out his head and said to Liu Qingming.

Liu Qingming nodded. Actually, if Dai Xudong doesn't say it, he should understand it in his heart. It is impossible for Rashid to carry out a terrorist attack on this scale. Because, the average small country simply does not have such power, let alone a clan. Can a top-level special combat soldier casually carry out a terrorist attack when he arrives in a country? Just kidding. Whether he wants to attack or retreat, he needs extremely accurate information to make a detailed plan. Otherwise, he might have been sent to a psychiatric hospital for electroshock therapy before he even started. His weapons, offensive plans, and retreat plans are all supported by intelligence and logistics. This kind of multi-point and precise unit attack with international units requires very strong financial strength, and professionals can only establish such organizational and mobilization capabilities after long-term operation.

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"Master Bohr, you must go with me now, we are in a very dangerous situation now......"

In a small three-story western-style building in a confined forest on the south side of Cité Soleil, Dunby whispered to Bohr.

"What's the ......?" Bohr was startled, and it was obvious that he was not joking with Dunby's face.

"I've received information that a small special operations force is moving in our direction, and if nothing else, they will be there within fifteen minutes."

Dunby also frowned and looked at the watch on his wrist as he spoke, his face obviously a little agitated.

At this time, the sound of messy footsteps also sounded in the villa, mixed with the sound of guns opening the insurance. Through the window, Bohr could clearly see that his bodyguards were hurriedly preparing for various battles.

He also hurried out, and was about to go to the parking lot, but was pulled back by Dunby, who led him towards the garden behind the villa.

The bodyguards were also nervously making all sorts of pretense around the villa.

They were also divided into two parts, one part of the convoy in the villa, flying along the main road, and the other part following Bohr and Dunby bending over the half-man-high flowers and plants.

"What the hell is going on, Dunby, you must give me an explanation," Bohr asked as he panted as he ran at Dunby.

"There's no time, Master Bohr, it's a matter of saving your life now, and I'll explain to you later," Dunby whispered.

Bohr's brow furrowed, but he didn't say anything more, ten minutes later. Bohr and Dunby lay motionless in the grass.

Bohr took out his binoculars and looked at the villa, only to see a group of people in strange military uniforms rushing to the vicinity of the villa with guns, and without saying a word, there was a frenzied strafing of the villa with submachine guns. In the blink of an eye, the villa was smashed into thousands of holes, kicking up puffs of smoke and dust. At this time, they rushed into the villa and searched around the villa. After searching for five or six minutes, and seeing that there was really no one, he got on a few military Humvees and chased after the convoy to escape route.

Bohr gritted his teeth angrily, and his hands grabbed the grass stalks on the ground hard, scratching those grass stalks to pieces.

"Master Bohr, it's not safe here, we have to go back to Jinli now"

Bi said to Bohr while observing the movements of the people with a telescope.

"I'm going back to London," Bohr said to Dunby.

"No, London is too far away," Dunby said.

"That's fine."

Bohr said his plane was parked in Purton, where he could return to London at any time. Jinli's airport doesn't even have international flights, so he doesn't want to go to Jinli.

"Nowhere can it, now only Jinli is the safest"

Dunby said. Known as the Diamond Capital, Kinley is a city founded by the Auburn family. It is also the home of the Auburn family's diamond empire. There they operated like iron barrels for almost two centuries. Under the protection of the local garrison in Jinli, absolutely no one could harm Bohr. However, it is difficult to say elsewhere.

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