I'm Not a Hero of God, I'm a Driver in Meiman

It seems that these two brothers and sisters have no fate with him, so forget it.

Next, his goal is the Mutual Aid Club.

"I have to find someone who understands and ask..."

On the pier, on a dilapidated factory building, the sign says Smith Construction Company.Standing in front of the door, Li Cha couldn't help sneering at the camera hidden under the tattered sign.

The disguise is good, but not thorough enough. This is where John works?

Li Cha pushed the door open and entered.

Entering the door, an old lady with white hair raised her head and pushed her glasses, "Excuse me..."

"John Smith, your old employee, right? I'm his friend. I'm here to ask something." Li Cha smiled.

Without saying a word, the old lady took out a spray gun from under the table and fired without hesitation.

Li Cha dodged to dodge, behind him was an old man with a gun in his hand, staring blankly at the redness of his chest, and fell to the ground.

"This is one of your organization's strongholds, right? I want to see your boss." Li Cha grabbed the old lady's gun with his palms like iron tongs.

The old lady couldn't draw out the gun, so she pulled out a pistol from under the table. Li Cha lost his patience, grabbed the pistol with his hand, and shot it with his backhand.

To deal with the old lady, a young man came out from the office next to him, and rushed back to the room after being slightly stunned. Then he heard the sound of loading, and the man rushed out again.

What greeted him was a raging pillar of fire, far more powerful and hot than the kind sprayed out by a flamethrower.

The young man screamed. Li Cha walked over and put a gun to his head, "Where's your boss, Atlanta? Tell me where he is, and I'll put out the fire for you."

The young man continued to scream, as if sensing Li Cha's determination, he quickly pointed to the computer beside him.

"Thank you." Li Cha moved his gun and walked towards the computer. The flames on the young man's body suddenly became fiercer.

Amidst the smell of barbecue, Li Cha fiddled with it for a while, and finally the computer on the table turned on. Not only that, but two display screens rose up on the table.

One of the three screens aligned, the computer automatically turned on, and a bunch of screensaver-like things flickered on the desktop.

"You are not Harlem Smith, who are you!" The electronically synthesized voice came out, and the screen saver also changed according to the voice.

"That guy? It's already a barbecue." Li Cha moved away from the camera and turned the table so that the camera could see the charred corpse on the ground. "OK, it's up to me after you finish asking. You are the head of John Smith, right? The Mutual Aid Club you're looking for?"

There was silence.

The computer shuts down suddenly.

Li Cha was taken aback.

What is this Nima?

The clue is just broken?

Where can I find a mutual aid club?

On the other end, a middle-aged man made a call with an ugly face. "Sloan, can the killer you send out work! Someone has already found me! And I know that I have asked you for help!"

"Atlanta," an elderly black man stood by the window and said slowly, looking at the river not far from the window, "I thought you forgot about the fact that you asked for help from the Mutual Aid Society."

Atlanta's face changed, and his tone was no longer so excited when he spoke again. "Don't be mad man, I lost my composure."

Sloan smiled, "Don't worry, since the Mutual Aid Society has accepted the task, it will not give up halfway, and promise to complete the task. I have already sent the best killer. You should have heard the name of the fox, right?"

"is her!?"

"It seems that you know her, so what are you worried about? She will solve the problems of your two organizations."

"I can rest assured that."

Listening to the busy tone of the phone, Sloan twitched the corner of his mouth. Before he could put the phone in his pocket, the phone rang again.

"Boss, the fox was burned."

"what!?"

A few minutes later, Sloan and a group of elite killers looked at the charred corpse in front of them with ugly expressions.

"Wouldn't the white wax potion work too?" asked Sloan.

"The fox's brain and heart are gone..."

Sloan closed his eyes.

He suddenly thought of the call from Atlanta just now, someone found him?

And know about their deal with the Mutual Aid?

Could it be that person who killed the fox?

"Boss, this is the video recorded by the people present." A killer handed over the phone.

After reading it, Sloan's face darkened even more.

"Get ready, everyone, we are about to face the biggest crisis in history."

Everyone was heartbroken.

A guy wearing a high-tech enhanced suit who seems to have the superpower of fire control is eyeing them, which is indeed the biggest crisis.

You have to know how many people they lost in order to assassinate a superpower many years ago?