Anti-terrorism

Xu Hang started a life of escape. On the first day of wandering around Lavender Villa, he was like a street gangster.

The next day, he started to feel anxious.

On the third day, Cliff's men finally found where he was staying.

Now he is being chased by several bodyguards with guns, through the busy streets, and staged a live version of the battle royale.

Anyway, he is already a turtle in the urn, Xu Hang thought while running, when a car was driving towards him, his body subconsciously propped up the hood, passed the car beautifully in a seemingly impossible arc, and landed on the ground.

When he stood up again, he saw Cliff standing in front of him with a cigar in his mouth, and beside him were several mafia members who were waiting to tear him apart.

Almost forgot, he was working for the Mafia.

Even if the Hoyle family is cleansed and they are number two in the Tao, no one dares to be number one.

According to the script, he acted with a panicked expression, finally knelt down on the ground, and handed over the key with his hands trembling like a sieve. Cliff spun the penis in a circle, then smiled indifferently.

"Take him back and play slowly."

The Lavender Villa was not far away, and he didn't even bother to put on the handcuffs for Xu Hang. A man in a black suit shot Xu Hang's arm twice.The feeling of pain was instantly processed by the brain. Xu Hang originally fantasized that he could finish the mission unscathed this time, but this dream was shattered just now.

His muscles are healing at an accelerated rate, and if the bullet is not removed before it is completely healed, another operation will be performed to remove the bullet.

Xu Hang was thrown into the trunk by the man who shot him twice, the car started to move at a constant speed, took a deep breath, Xu Hang stared at the wound, endured the pain and began to search for traces of the bullet in his own flesh and blood.

He dared to directly take the bullet so boldly and it is inseparable from the Dracula virus. Another way to say that an S-level infected person is a hopelessly critically ill patient. His physical structure is already different from that of ordinary people. The system is completely occupied by viruses, which means that unless it is bacteria higher than Dracula virus, common colds, inflammations, even cancer cells and HIV cannot reproduce in Xu Hang's body.

Xu Hang is just a host body, and the virus has transformed his body to be more suitable for survival.

It took nearly 3 minutes to take out the first bullet. Xu Hang was sweating from the pain and his face was pale. It took less than 1 minute for the second bullet to come out.

He felt that his heart rate was getting out of balance, and the bleeding was still exceeding the standard. These days, he was sucking blood according to the minimum demand. Judging from the current loss rate, he had to do something that he always hated.

The wound on his arm is healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The whites of Xu Hang's eyes have been covered with red bloodshot eyes. Dracula is raging in every cell of his body. He lifted the hood and climbed onto the roof. Under the astonished eyes of the man who shot him twice, he smashed the glass of the car viciously and climbed in.

The man's neck was cut open by him with a sharp object. Xu Hang became agitated after smelling the blood. Like a monster, he bit the incision on the man's neck and began to suck a lot of blood.

Taking a breath until he regained his sanity, Xu Hang let go of the man's neck, his face was covered with ferocious blood, and the scarlet that flowed from the corner of his mouth dripped all the way to his collarbone and clothes through his chin.Cliff should have gone to the Lavender Villa by now. Xu Hang frowned a little angrily, but the mask sealed his facial muscles, so Xu Hang could only keep his face expressionless. The feeling of paralysis in front of him was really bad. Feel sorry for those who have severely paralyzed facial muscles.

I bought a few bottles of mineral water, squatted in a corner with few people, and washed my face vigorously. After several bottles of water were added and Xu Hang's hand strength, the mask that was tightly attached to the facial muscles began to loosen. Tear, accompanied by the sound of gasping, Xu Hang's face finally saw the light of day again.

"What the hell is this thing? It's like peeling off a layer of skin. It hurts me to death." Xu Hang couldn't help but groaned. He threw the layer of skin to the ground and stomped hard. Xu Hang He took off his jacket that had two holes in it, and washed his bloody arm.

Xu Hang's figure is very attractive, the perfect muscles are forbearably wrapped under the skin layer, not to the point of swelling, but it contains the strength of ten years of real guns and live ammunition, and the well-proportioned proportions are very good The beauty of the male body, wearing a black vest gives people a wild publicity.

He took out the gun from the mafia and threw him on the side of the road. Xu Hang directly drove the car without the front windshield to the Lavender Villa. Only when Cliff killed him would his mission be truly completed, and now He is going to draw this end point.

Gunshots were already heard from the villa. Xu Hang loaded his bullets and walked through the lavender field cautiously with a gun in his hand. There were traces of blood on the flowers next to him. The corner came to a stop, finishing him pre-emptively before the opponent raised his gun.

All the windows of the villa were broken, and Cliff might run out of the window. Apart from the gun battle outside, the gunfire in the villa was still loud. He ran into the villa, found a replacement gun and bullets on a corpse, and continued to go deeper.

He has only one goal, and that is Cliff's head.

Xu Hang has always had to see people and dead bodies when performing missions. If Cliff didn't die this time, then his busy work would be in vain.

From time to time, he had to participate in a small gun battle, and he could only search the room for Cliff's body after it was over. Xu Hang checked all the way to the study room, but Cliff didn't see it, and Roy sat in it instead.

The sound of guns and guns outside the room came one after another. He was sitting leisurely in the retro soft chair, wearing round gold-rimmed glasses, flipping through an ancient book with yellowed paper, and the afternoon black tea on the table was still floating upwards. Braving white steam, he smiled softly after seeing Xu Hang.

"Mr. Lone Wolf has such a pretty face."

Xu Hang resisted the urge to explode, and tried his best to maintain professional ethics.

"Excuse me, is Cliff dead?"

"Of course I will make his life worse than death."

Xu Hang was a little confused, so Cliff is not dead yet?

"Is my words not clear enough? This time the commission has been credited into your account, my brother is now in my hands, and this villa will be blown up soon, Cliff Hoyle With this fire will never exist in this world from now on. Like I said, it's just an easy game and it will be over soon."

Roy put down the book in his hand, and put a piece of delicate key as a bookmark on the page he just read. The beautiful handwritten Italian just stopped at the last sentence. From then on, the prince and princess lived happily together. It was a Grimm's fairy tale.

"This is where I lived when I was a child. My mother liked lavender fields, so she owned a flower field, but when my father got a new favorite, she only had this flower field."

"My mother used to read the stories in this book to me. After she passed away, I still like to be alone and occasionally immerse myself in the colorful fairy tale world. But as of today, this fairy tale that reminds me of family love is over."

The yellowed paper was lifted from time to time by the aftershocks brought by the rumbling artillery fire. Roy took off the gold-rimmed glasses and put them on the table, smiling at Xu Hang. The smile was full of adult demeanor, but also very hypocritical.

"It's time to leave, let's go together."

The bookshelf was knocked down, and a helicopter drove to the side of the villa. The two climbed up by the ladder. Xu Hang saw the unconscious Cliff tied up in a corner.

"Why do you think he would be so attached to the munitions key?"

"Because this is really a batch of powerful munitions."

Xu Hang didn't think of what words to answer him...

"If it's just what's marked on the record, it's not enough for Cliff to pay so much attention to it. Only one-tenth of the total ammunition is known to everyone. Do you understand me?" Roy looked at Xu with a smile. Hang, with a very friendly look, but such a smile from an Italian man from a mafia family really can't arouse Xu Hang's favor, he will laugh, it must not be because of any good things, at least for some people , is definitely not a good thing.

"If the villa is blown up, what about the ammunition?"

Asked out of curiosity, Roy frowned after hearing this, and then returned to smiling.

"What does the bombing of the villa have to do with the ammunition?"

"Isn't the ammunition hidden here?" Xu Hang was a little confused...

Roy suddenly looked at Xu Hang seriously. "Does anyone in your memory ever say 'Roy Hoyle keeps his ammunition in his lavender-field cottage'?"

With a very serious tone, Xu Hang felt a chill rising from his back. He didn't want to think about anything now, because the things in his mind were probably not enough to see in front of Roy. The only thought now was that it would be best to Don't ever have anything to do with this person who makes him feel very uncomfortable.

Roy just looked at Xu Hang for a while, then curled up his mouth and smiled, "It's actually very simple, I hid the ammunition in..."

"I don't want to know at all."

Xu Hang finally succeeded, his expressionless face showed the expression that a normal person should have at this moment. After a pause, Roy sat up straight, regaining his usual elegant image with a smile on his face.

"Look, set off fireworks."

With the sound of huge explosions one after another, Roy's villa has been blown up. It really feels like a gorgeous firework, but Roy Hoyle is probably the only one who uses a luxurious villa as a firework.

The next head of the Hoyle family.

Xu Hang knew that the next time they met again, this man's identity would be different again.

"Cliff died in your villa, won't anyone pursue it?"

"It doesn't matter how you explain it, history is always written by the winners."

Roy's eyes were illuminated by the burning fire of the villa, but the light soon became farther and farther away.