Diablo Dragon Ball Super Earthman

Tifasius has controlled the dark web for more than ten years, and has relied on its energy to make many allies, such as the church.However, the church provides more nominal support and solidarity and cannot provide actual help.The most important thing is that the whole world is now looking for him, and it can be said that it is difficult to move forward!

You cannot release tasks without the authority of the dark web. Those killers work for money. This is also the original intention of the dark web.

Tifasius must first recover his body, and then form an elite team with a clear division of labor. Only then can he hope to rescue Timia from the place with the highest martial law level!

Otherwise, when the state agents already know his details, Tifasius will be headshot without even a chance of a direct close-range gunfight!

A few days later, in the hotel, Minx, Timia's close confidant, saw a group of searching policemen walking downstairs and said to Tifasius calmly.

"You leave first."

Tifasius then understood and jumped from the window into the alley behind the bar to leave.He now has [-] US dollars, which was given to him by Minsk. Tifasius is planning to go to Italy first, and the church can help him reach the United States...

"Hey, kid, be wise and hand over the money you have."

"Haha, this guy is wearing famous brands, and his clothes alone cost at least tens of thousands of euros. Take off his money, clothes, and pants."

In the messy and dirty passage, two or three young men armed with daggers and pistols surrounded Tifasius who came out.Tifasius didn't say much, he just took action, first grabbed the gun, and then knocked one person over with the butt of the gun!The violent exercise instantly strained his muscle tissue, and he frowned.

However, in this brief second, a dagger pierced his waist from the side!

Tifasius gritted his teeth and endured the pain. He kicked the crotch of the guy holding the dagger with his leather shoe and then raised his grab. The remaining person was so frightened that he rolled away and crawled away quickly!

He touched the wound and found that it was bleeding profusely. It was hard to imagine that his body had deteriorated to such an extent in just one year. The speed of human degradation was staggering.He blocked the wound and walked quickly out of the passage. However, as soon as he reached the main road, his body fell to the ground uncontrollably, and he was dizzy for a moment!

Unexpectedly, the little gangster who ran away actually came back and took away all the money and the pistol that originally belonged to them from Tifasius!The only good thing is that this boy was afraid that Tifasius would die, so he didn't dare to take away his clothes.

Tifasius smiled bitterly in his heart. He didn't expect that he would actually end up in this situation. It's really a fate that makes people suffer, and retribution is not good...

There were few pedestrians at night in Europe, but Tifasius was lucky. A car braked and stopped on the side of the road, and a burly man wearing a black jacket stepped out.The man squatted next to Tifasius with an expressionless face, checked his body, and confirmed that he could not seek medical treatment on his own. He picked up the phone and thought about it again, and then pushed the unconscious Tifasius into the car. …

When he woke up again, Tifasius was in a small attic. Although the environment was narrow, the layout was clean and orderly. There was a bookshelf near the stairs filled with all kinds of books.

As if he heard his coughing, footsteps came from the bottom of the stairs. The strong man, wearing a white sweatshirt, walked up with a cup of coffee.

"Drink something, you've been unconscious for three days."

"Ahem...thank you."

The coffee was very bitter, irritating Tifasius' already numb tongue.

"Where is your home? Do you need my help to contact your family?"

Tifasius thought for a while, and suddenly felt a sense of loss. He no longer had access to the dark network, and his body was now in such bad shape. For a while, he felt like the world was intolerable.

Seeing that Tifasius didn't answer, the man didn't ask any more questions. Maybe he was used to seeing displaced people, so he let him live here with peace of mind.After going downstairs, Tifasius heard a woman's noise, which should be in the language of Bosnia and Herzegovina. She scolded men for always bringing strange people back, spending money everywhere in the house, and having the leisure and elegance to mind such nosy matters. .

Women have a hard time talking, and if it were any other man, it would probably be a dispute.But this man didn't say a word from beginning to end and seemed very quiet.

A week later, Tifacius' injury gradually improved.All the money on his body was looted and he had to get new money before he could go to Italy. The money in the bank may have been monitored and could not be easily withdrawn.

The man who rescued him was named Yakov, a Russian who worked as a bodyguard in a pub and dealt with fools who were drunk and causing trouble.The tavern owner had recently opened a dance hall and was looking for someone. Yakov recommended Tifasius to be a thug. Tifasius agreed without much thought. This kind of shameful job was just suitable for his current status.

The newly opened song and dance hall is booming, and they are all young people, full of hormones, alcohol and drugs!Tifasius resumed his training. His skills were there, his attacks were fierce, and he was very accurate in judging people. He never offended those big shots with unusual status.

The owner of the hotel admired him quite a lot. After learning that he was also a sharpshooter, he recommended Tifasius to the local gang for an interview, hoping to please him.

This place is located in the northwest of France and is economically backward. The Mafia, Russian Tomahawks, Polish Renaissance Society, and countless local French gangs are intertwined.

The Guillotine Gang is only a small gang of thirty or forty people, but the boss, Mr. Pirosi, is highly respected and has good relations with all the major gangs nearby.However, it has recently suffered a brutal attack from British gangs and is in urgent need of expanding its manpower.

Mr. Pirosi was very satisfied with Tifasius's marksmanship and offered him a weekly salary of 1000 francs to serve as his bodyguard.Pirosi is in his early 50s. Although he is in charge of a gang, he is a well-known gentleman with aristocratic blood and a regular life.

Get up on time for breakfast at seven in the morning, walk around in the morning, play billiards and golf, have a meal at an Italian restaurant at noon, and go swimming or chat and drink tea with a few old friends in the afternoon, leisurely.

After Pirosi's wife died ten years ago, he did not remarry and has two sons and a daughter.Both sons are currently working in the United States, and the youngest daughter is in high school in a boarding school and only comes back once a month. Tifasius has only heard about it from other bodyguards, but has never seen it and has no interest in asking more questions.

"Oh, Mr. Pirosi, you really made it easy for us to find you."

In the afternoon, Mr. Pirosi was sitting outside the restaurant chatting with friends when he suddenly heard someone calling his name.Tifasius, who was standing at the top of the stairs, looked sideways and saw three men walking fast, chewing gum and wearing black suits across the street.

When they were about to walk over, Tifasius blocked their way and calmly revealed the pistol from his arms.The three men paused, and the leader smiled at Mr. Pirosi above.

"Mr. Pirosi, do you remember me? I'm George."

Pirosi raised his eyebrows. Of course he knew these lawless British guys. He gave Tifasius a look and then smiled at them.

"Of course you do, my friend."

Tifasius stepped aside, and the three of them walked up from him. The one at the back even deliberately bumped his shoulder with a provocative look.