He Has a Dragon

In the cold wind howling late at night, Wang Le, who was wearing a black heavy motorcycle leather jacket, rode a heavy motorcycle and arrived at the outskirts of Moscow at three o'clock in the morning two days later. Copy this address to browsewww.biqi.me

After jumping from the border of Outer Mongolia, Wang Le changed into a mountain cross-country motorcycle and walked along the winding mountain road in the mountains. He also changed into a heavy-duty locomotive on the Siberian Expressway in the north, accelerating wildly. At night, he even took out an Audi Q7 Heating and resting for three hours, replenishing dry food, I have to say that the Fayan space is the best thing for Wang Le to go out and travel!

Irkutsk, Novosibirsk, Yekaterinburg, and Kazan where Lenin and Tolstoy stayed and lived, Wang Le never appreciated the scenery along the way, and spent it at a speed.

Putting away the heavy locomotive, Wang Le walked along the road, and with a thought in his heart, he opened his eyes to see through the villas and manors along the road.

"Fuck, it really is worthy of being a fighting nation, and the small steel cannons are of such a large size!"

Wang Le glanced at the men and women who were still fighting on the bed at three o'clock in the morning, while muttering enviously in his heart.

In the end, Wang Le came to a red brick villa with no lights. This is no nonsense. In the middle of the night, whose house is still lit, the main reason is that Wang Dashao, through the eyes of delusion, sees that the owner of this villa is not at home. .

I saw Wang Le take a run-up, jumped into the air, and then touched the wall with his toes, the whole person directly crossed the courtyard wall, fell into the courtyard, and then walked through the small courtyard to the third floor of this building. Style red brick built villa front.

After walking half a circle around the villa, I found a window, smashed the glass directly, pulled out the window latch inside, opened the window, and easily flipped into the kitchen of the villa.

"Well, it's not bad, I have to get something to eat first." Wang Le looked at the kitchen utensils and said with satisfaction.

Since jumping off the car, Wang Le has never eaten hot food in a serious manner, but spent his days living on compressed biscuits and cold canned food.

Open the refrigerator, take a large piece of meat and vegetables, turn on the liquefied gas stove, heat up the pan, open the jar of seasonings that cannot be read, and start cooking while trying the taste.

Twenty minutes later, Wang Le was holding a large plate of cooked meat and cooking vegetables in his left hand and a fork in his right hand. While eating the meat, he walked from the kitchen to the living room of the villa.

I lit the fireplace, and the whole living room began to warm up. By the way, I took out a bottle of vodka and a box of cigars from the wine cabinet.

Put it on the glass table in front of the sofa.

After five or six minutes, Wang Le ate and cleaned up, then threw the cleaned dishes and forks on the table, opened the vodka and drank a couple of sips, to drive away the wind and cold, and feel a burst of warmth.

Then he opened the cigar box, picked out a cigar, cut off the sealing head, lit it and smoked it.

"Hey, these buddies are quite good at enjoying it. It's still a Cuban cigar." Wang Le smoked, smiled, and said to himself.

This reminded him of the few boxes of Cuban cigars he brought back to the army after beheading five drug lords in the management of the drug cartel when he was on a mission in Mexico, but was snatched by the old guy, leaving only one box for him.

The lonely journey, smelling the intoxicating fragrance of familiar cigars, made Wang Le seem to return to the untraceable days of life and death, blood and bullets flying in the army. Glory is enough to be proud for a lifetime!

At this moment, Wang Le's black and white eyes, like the stars inlaid in the sky, flickered non-stop, and from time to time, one after another golden lights flashed and disappeared like lightning, and the momentum of the whole person kept changing, like a commoner, ordinary and incomparable, It's also like when the king is in the world, the iron and blood are surging into waves, and the murderous aura is like a tide, layer upon layer trying to cover the sky!

"It's better to forget than to miss"

The red fire of the cigar had already been extinguished, Wang Le murmured, at this moment, he had calmed down his ups and downs and became calm.

Lying on the plush sofa, Wang Le, who was in a foreign land, gradually fell into a deep sleep. The familiar starlight and moonlight fell from the strange sky, and through the void, ignoring all obstacles, wrapped the sleeping Wang Le. The starlight and the moonlight sink and float, slowly soaking into Wang Le's body, improving his physique, recovering the exhausted physical strength, and eliminating the fatigue of running around day and night.

After a night of nothing, Wang Le didn't wake up until after ten o'clock in the morning, sat up from the sofa, and stretched himself.

After such a rest, Wang Le felt that he had inexhaustible strength and was full of energy.

Leaving the living room, Wang Le found the bathroom in the villa, first put hot water in the big bathtub, and then went to the kitchen to make breakfast for himself. Of course, it was meat, because there was nothing else.

Just like that, when Wang Le finished eating, drinking and taking a shower, the sun outside had already shone into the room through the window.

Take out two stacks of RMB from the Fayan space and throw them on the glass table in front of the sofa, then conveniently put the half box of cigars into the Fayan space, Wang Le followed the route he came in, out of the villa, and passed the small courtyard , over the wall and walk away.

After re-confirming the GPS navigation, Wang Le stepped on the heavy plane. From here to France, he had to travel across two small countries in Eastern Europe, and then to Germany, the strongest country in Europe, to reach France. There is a total of more than 3,000 kilometers to go. Now is not the time to be lazy.

Amidst the roar of the subwoofer of the heavy machine, the black lightning bolted along the road to the distance

"Where did Wang Le go?"

In Lian Ya Yuan, Mr. Mu was sitting on a chair in the courtyard, basking in the sun leisurely, while Chen Sheng stood beside him and asked in a low voice.

Immediately, Chen Sheng continued: "Because he was the son-in-law of the Mu family before, he was already being watched by people, and now he has something to do with Boss Xiao, and more and more people began to pay attention to him. Since he left Beijing on the twelfth day of the first lunar month, , and did not return to Feicheng, and there are rumors in the circle that Wang Le is missing."

Master Mu glanced sideways at Chen Sheng who was standing beside him, and said with a smile, "Are you curious too?"

Chen Sheng smiled awkwardly and didn't speak.

"That boy remembered what happened on the first day of the first lunar month. Do you think he disappeared for no reason, and he was on vacation?" Old Man Mu smiled, with a murderous look in his eyes, and said slowly.

"Eh!" Chen Sheng was startled, and said somewhat uncertainly, "He went to Europa to find that Scorpio killer organization?"

Mr. Mu squinted his eyes, looked towards the sky and hummed, "Is everyone in the capital trying to find his whereabouts?"

Chen Sheng nodded, and said with some doubts: "I heard from the people below that at first they thought that Wang Le and Xiyan went abroad for vacation because of their engagement, but it turned out that Xiyan was still in the capital, and there was no record of Wang Le's entry and exit. , because of this, the news of Wang Le's disappearance came out."

At this time, Mr. Mu left the chair and stood up, paced back and forth, then turned to look at Chen Sheng and said, "If he is going to kill people and is still found, then he is not Wang Le."

Chen Shengruo murmured with some realization: "The killer is the one who hides merit and fame deeply and does not hold back when he kills."

"Some things require talent, and so does killing."

After Master Mu said this, he walked slowly into the house with his hands behind his back