League of Legends

Chapter 43 The Flower of Evil Blooming in Europe (reward plus more)

When Baker came to Spain this time, he used the passport of the black-haired Hailo Moulton. When he went out, Baker usually acted with a trumpet.

As for the tuba?

Big Baker Morton is a serious Wall Street investment giant, with a clean net worth, and he is a typical diamond king.

Baker stepped into two steps and squeezed in when the elevator closed.

"Ding!"

A man and a woman who walked into the elevator looked at the elevator that was about to close and seemed to sense something and opened it again for a moment.

There are no brats pressing the elevator outside.

fortunately.

The movement of the elevator closing the door for the second time was smooth.

A man and a woman didn't seem to have any interest in communicating. After 20 seconds, the elevator stopped at the [-]th floor where the Baker Hotel room was located.

Baker stepped back into the room first.

ten seconds later.

The room door rang.

"Who."

"Room Service."

There was a sneering smile at the corner of Baker's mouth, room service, are you stupid, or do you think I'm stupid?

Although in the elevator, the man and the woman did not have any conversation, but Baker was already sure of one thing, that is, the two were not from Tiber Island.

Which of my enemies?

Baker thought to himself, but considering his professional attributes, the only people he killed were those who should be killed and those who should not be killed, and Baker generally did not easily make enemies.

After all, people are floating in the rivers and lakes, and it is better to have many friends than many enemies.

But when it comes to ruthless actions, Baker generally adheres to the most basic idea that a family needs to be neat and tidy.

For example, after the parents passed away at the age of 16, the small local organization that wanted to come over and snatch the car repair shop left by the parents.

Baker didn't even let go of a chihuahua raised by the organization.

"I do not need it, thank you."

"..."

There seemed to be a moment of silence outside the guest room. The next second, with a bang, a bullet fired from a suppressor pistol directly hit the door lock, and with a bang, the man kicked the door vigorously.

Professional assassins, a man and a woman from a husband-and-wife shop, walked into the room, one left and one right.

A thud.

"bathroom!"

The female assassin winked at her husband, and immediately, the two of them walked towards the toilet, wary of each other.

at this time.

"Oh!"

Baker appeared behind a man and a woman, and then directly knocked out the female assassin with a hand knife, and the male assassin came back to his senses in shock.

Bang.

Baker directly punched the male assassin's nostrils open, and then his right hand blasted out, knocking the male assassin unconscious again.

Baker looked at the broken door, then looked back at the two assassins who had fainted on the ground and shook his head.

Is this because I forgot to do a divination when I went out?

After half an hour.

Baker twisted away the mineral water bottle in his hand, and poured it directly on the average-looking female assassin, who should be around 30 years old.

The female assassin choked on the mineral water a few times, coughed several times, and then quietly opened her eyes.

next second.

Looking at the current situation, the female assassin was tied to a chair by Wu Huada and then placed in the bathroom, her husband was still asleep next to her.

"Three seconds."

"Name, age, where are you from, why are you looking for me?"

"start."

The female assassin snorted coldly after Baker's words fell.

The corners of Baker's mouth curved up slightly.

"boom!"

"Ah... woo!"

The male assassin who was directly shot in the inner thigh woke up instantly, and let out a cry of pain like killing a pig, but he couldn't cry in pain soon.

Because Baker's hot muzzle was stuffed directly into the male assassin's mouth.

"Three seconds!"

"Either say, or, he dies."

"start!"

Baker looked at the female assassin expressionlessly, and his tone was as indifferent as killing a chicken. The female assassin stopped pretending and just told the story of why they came here.

These two are not assassins, but professional killers, and, if you look into it carefully, these two killers are killers that are not recognized by the Intercontinental Hotel.

wild killer.

The two men, the man named Alben and the woman named Behrami, are Albanians.

Since it is an Albanian, there is no doubt that it must be the killer of the Albanian organization.

In fact it is.

These two people received an order to arrest people two hours ago. As for why, they are killers, not lawyers, and they don't need to listen to reasons.

"Two hours ago?"

Baker frowned. Two hours ago, it was almost the time when he had just checked in at the hotel.

and so……

Was the information leaked inside the hotel, or was someone following him after he got off the plane?

Baker thought it should be the first.

only……

When did I mess with an Albanian organization like Mad Dog?

Yes.

mad dog.

Or is it called the flower of evil blooming in Europe?

Ordinary people describe the Albanian organization as the Flower of Evil, but experts generally call it Mad Dog.

Albanian mixed-organization people spread almost all over Europe, and even because of its highly organized and brutal violence that defies all rules, it quickly made traditional organizations in Western and Central Europe, including the Mafia in Italy and Corsi in France Jia Gonghui couldn't help avoiding them.

As for Albania's main industry, it can be described with such a joke.

In broad daylight, a young girl was snatched from the street. One day later, she might appear in any developed country in Europe and become a tool person in charge of making money with flesh and blood.

Albania has until now been the largest transit point for human trafficking in Europe, none of them. Through this basic industry, these people spread the color industry, gambling industry, and bliss drug trading industry throughout Europe like a virus.

even.

In all parts of Europe, even in some remote places in the Federation, an inn was opened for the enjoyment of the rich all over the world.

This inn is membership-only, and there is an inn name that sounds creepy.

Find out about Human Skin Inn.

and so……

Like most people, although Baker does not love Albania, he does not intend to be a good person. He is not a child of seventeen or eighteen years old. Without that kind of passion, he cannot change the world.

The most important thing.

Why should he be the savior of these white people?Our Lady?

Although Baker is called Baker Morton in this life, the surname of the life he has memory is Bei, and the surname Bei can be traced back to the surname Ji.

and so.

Baker doesn't recall any intersection with the Albanian group.

Then the problem is coming.

Why did Albania send people to kidnap him?

Hospitality?

Baker slowly got up and frowned slightly.

next second.

Baker walked out of the toilet.

The gun in the right hand is facing behind.

The couple killer's eyes narrowed.

"puff!"

"puff!"

"..."

　There are two more chapters, more will be added tomorrow, dear, give me a recommendation ticket

　　

(End of this chapter)