League of Legends

Chapter 98 Extreme Line Killer (Please recommend a ticket)

"how much is it?"

"Forty dollars."

"Here, don't look for it."

"……thanks."

Baker took out a Franklin, and then took a brand new disposable mobile phone. There was no way, because I was in a hurry when I came from New York, and I forgot to bring a few spare disposable mobile phones.

night.

After taking a shower in the bathroom, Baker walked to the small terrace that came with the hotel room, sat down, took a sip of the wine in his glass, and looked at the white buildings hidden behind the woods in the distance.

next second.

Baker shifted his gaze to Kodo's sight.

into the eye.

Baker looked at a slovenly man who was suspended below and said, "When did you get caught?"

Codo: "Goo (half an hour ago.)!"

Baker frowned: "Didn't I ask you to stare at Vivian for me? Why did you come here to stare at men? You are a male, shouldn't you like females?"

Kodo: "Googoo (hungry, this man will die later, can I eat him?)!"

Baker's face was dark: "If you die, that guy can't possibly die."

calm.

This is my own eagle, which uses a skill card, and it can evolve. It cannot be killed, stewed, or fried.

Baker took a deep breath, put eighteen culinary skills in his heart and said: "Go and find Vivienne for me, and keep an eye on the Damocles corporate headquarters. If there is any change, contact me immediately. What are you doing?" After finishing the work, I will prepare fifty catties of high-quality wagyu beef for you."

Codo grunted happily.

The stupid pig Brut, who was beating the black Caesar below, heard the eagle's cry, and couldn't help but look up at the dark and empty sky: "Where is the bird's cry?"

Kedo was frightened and immediately flapped his wings and left the bloody scene.

Beck couldn't help but rubbed his forehead. If he had known this sculpture had such a character, he wouldn't have wasted skill cards on this sand sculpture if he had another chance.

He kept running around, but his IQ didn't grow.

uncomfortable.

Baker shook his head, drank the wine in the glass, got up and walked into the room from the terrace, ready to sleep.

A man beats another man.

What is the meaning of this drama.

Baker's orientation is all normal, but for the time being... No, it's because he has never changed his orientation.

the next day.

ten o'clock in the morning.

Baker, who was about to book a ticket back to New York for himself, felt Kodo's call, and shifted his sight to Kodo's sight.

Damocles Corporate Headquarters.

very quiet.

Baker frowned: "Sand sculpture, what do you want me to see?"

Kodo cooed, indicating that there were many people in the room. As he spoke, Kodo directly probed through the roof and let his eyes fall inside.

Baker looked.

Brut the Stupid Pig sat over there a little restlessly, and a group of people with professional phone locating devices seemed to be planning to track someone down.

Soon.

Wearing a black beret, looking like Bai Zhi, with beautiful blond hair and a black turtleneck sweater, Vivian stood up: "Let's do it."

talking.

Vivienne glanced at Brutt, and then led a new-generation assassin in a hip-hop suit and a big gold chain towards the door.

soon.

Ten black Chevrolet SUVs left Damocles Corporate headquarters and onto the highway.

just.

When driving to a fork in the road, the five black Chevrolet sports utility vehicles following behind broke away from the team and drove onto the fork in the road.

"what happened."

Sitting in the first row, wearing a hip-hop outfit and a big gold chain, Donald, who is like a thin monkey and is still loyal to the Damocles Enterprise, asked, "What's going on?"

"Relax." Vivienne, who was sitting in the second car, said, "What if his positioning is wrong?"

After Vivienne finished explaining, she took out her mobile phone from her pocket and made a call.

Didn't get through?

Vivian frowned.

Just then, the phone rang.

Vivian looked at the strange incoming call and answered it.

Baker's voice came from inside: "Good morning, Vivian, what's the matter?"

Vivian's heart moved: "Are you spying on me?"

Baker turned on the faucet in front of him: "Did you hear that? I'm still in the hotel. By the way, by the way, I've booked a ticket back to New York at three o'clock in the afternoon."

Vivian said directly, "I need your help."

Baker raised his eyebrows, wiped his hands, then walked towards the door of the room and said, "I thought you didn't need my help."

Vivian said directly: "The contract token, as you said before, guarantees that I will not die."

Baker smiled and said, "Why, Vivienne, are you in trouble?"

Vivian looked at the phone on the other phone and said directly: "Don't talk nonsense, I'll send you the location."

in the hotel.

Baker shook his head and said, "Kodo, go monitor those five cars."

The male eagle, which was hiding in the sky above Vivian's vehicle, let out a grunt, then spread its wings like a glider, and glides quickly towards the five black SUVs on the other road.

Baker walked out of the hotel room and dialed Barbara's phone while he was going through the overthrow procedure in the lobby on the first floor.

Five seconds.

ten seconds.

20 seconds.

Barbara answered the phone angrily: "What are you doing, isn't it the second break-up?"

Baker smiled, took back his credit card and said, "The Red Devils are already preparing to rob, so hurry up and stop them."

Done.

Baker hung up the phone again, and could vaguely imagine the expression on the irritable Barbara's face somewhere at this moment.

Pretty cute.

Thinking of Barbara's angry look, Baker suddenly smiled, walked out of the hotel, hailed a taxi, and reported the address.

After half an hour.

Baker got off the taxi, looked at the abandoned factory not far in front of him, and couldn't help shaking his head.

It seems that all the shady things always happen in buildings related to abandonment.

It was the same time in Chicago.

So did Spain.

This time, too.

Soon.

When Baker just walked to the gate of the factory, it was like a symphony sounded inside, and the chug sound of the fully automatic remote control Gatling resounded in his ears instantly like a wonderful symphony.

Five seconds later.

Baker pressed a machine button in his hand.

humming sound.

An electromagnetic pulse invisible to the naked eye swept across the surroundings instantly, and it took only a split second. The stupid pig far away in the Washington headquarters was dumbfounded when he saw the instantly blurred monitor.

Baker walked in, just in time to see the top assassin Black Caesar Duncan Vizsla who was about to shoot and kill Vivian.

"Enough!" Baker uttered to catch the eyes of Black Caesar: "I'll keep this man!"

Uncle Ba...

Pooh.

It was the black Caesar wearing a one-eye patch who looked at Baker, who walked in in a suit and leather shoes, with short black hair and an unremarkable appearance, frowning and saying in a low voice, "Hello Moulton."

Beck showed a bright smile: "Yes."

……

　It’s the weekend, friends, hurry up and give me the recommendation ticket, and then go out and have fun, thank you!

　　

(End of this chapter)