He Has a Dragon

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There was nothing to say all night, at ten o'clock the next morning, under the high sun, Wang Le walked out of the villa. 【First release】

"This place is a good place for vacation. When I get married with my wife in the future, I will come to Nice to enjoy it."

Wang Le closed his eyes slightly, listening to the sound of the waves ebb and flow, and the warm wind from the Mediterranean, making him feel refreshed.

After a night's rest, Wang Le didn't stay any longer after all the fatigue on his body was swept away. He took out the heavy locomotive from the Fayan space, and drove along the coastal road to his way home.

"Why, the cyclist seems to have come out of our house."

In a white suv car on the road, the hostess of the villa, who is also a popular actress in China, asked doubtfully to the male owner who was driving.

The male host was taken aback, and said swearingly: "Fuck, our house has been burglarized."

At this time, the back of the man who was riding on a heavy machine and wearing some familiar clothes was watched by the two of them. After a while, he disappeared without a trace and disappeared at the end of the road bend. The male owner could not catch up even if he wanted to superior.

"It can't be a domestic paparazzi, right?" the actress looked at the figure riding a heavy machine with black hair, a typical oriental appearance, panicked in her heart, and said nervously.

When the host heard this, his face paled immediately, and he hurried to the brakes, looking at the other party with suspicion in his eyes, and said: "This place is only known to the two of us, how could the paparazzi know that we are here for a date."

The actress was startled, and then two lines of tears ran across her pure and delicate face, and said sadly: "You suspect that I will tell the paparazzi about our whereabouts and force you to divorce, don't you?"

"Uh" the male protagonist ended up sleeping on the same pillow, and he could see his inner thoughts at a glance, and his acting skills needed to be strengthened.

"Chang Ming, I, Shen Qing, have been following you since I came out of school. Counting the days, it has been six years. I have never asked for fame, nor used you to hype up my reputation, and I have never forced you to divorce that woman. You don't believe me."

After seeing Shen Qing Lihua expressing her grievances with rain, she gritted her teeth and was about to get out of the car.

Chang Ming panicked, loosened his seat belt, hugged him quickly, and said, "Honey, don't go, I was wrong, I was wrong, it's all my fault, I'm confused, I deserve death, I, Chang Ming, am not a man!"

Then Chang Ming admitted his mistake again, and gave himself a mouthful. Under the offensive of sweet words, the two of them cried and laughed, they had already forgotten, and they were too lazy to guess whether it was a paparazzi or a thief who came out of their house.

As the culprit of the quarrel between the pair of wild mandarin ducks, Wang Le,

When passing through the city of Nice, I found a heavy motorcycle shop. In order to avoid trouble, Wang Le, who was invisible, took a set of heavy motorcycle leather gloves, helmets, etc., threw down a stack of RMB, and left in a hurry.

Crossing mountains and crossing bridges, rain or shine, day and night, Wang Le returned home like an arrow, no longer resting, on the road, heavy machines, off-road motorcycles and the Q7, driving back and forth, across the Eurasian continental plate, rushing to the top way home.

For Wang Le, the only shortcoming of this thousand-mile raid is that Scorpio, the king of killers, did not sit in the headquarters, and Wang Le had already made mental preparations before he acted.

Because a real killer like this, and the giant king among killers, has always lived in no fixed place, come and go without a trace, and it is even more difficult to find his trace, you can only rely on luck, obviously this Ci Wang Le's luck is very ordinary.

On the second day after Wang Le left Nice, a century-old villa on a suburban farm killed 15 people overnight, and a school in the depths of Bailong Mountain was burned down, and more than 30 roads were burned at the scene. The news of Chengchen's body came out from the local residents and the police, and immediately appeared on the news pages of Nice and even France, and paid close attention to it on social networks.

In the eyes of outsiders, this is a frenzied, brutal murder of the century that has not been seen in a century. According to the information revealed by the police, the fifteen people in the villa were all killed in their sleep by cutting their necks with the same blunt instrument. There was no struggle or resistance, and based on the analysis of the murder scene and the wound, the blunt weapon was a broken window glass.

When the spokesperson of the Nice Police Department held a media press conference and reported the situation, he finally concluded that the murderer was calm and cautious, cruel and perverted, and the criminal motive of this murder cannot be judged according to the standard of ordinary homicides.

As for the burning of a school in Bailong Mountain, more than 30 bodies were found at the scene. The spokesperson said that because five bodies at the scene were shot dead, there were more than 30 bodies, ranging in age from ten to twenty years old. Not to mention, according to the reports of people who have learned about this school, these thirty people are of various skin colors. More importantly, a large number of military training facilities and even firearms were found on the two basement floors of this school.

Coupled with the fact that France has been shrouded in the shadow of terrorism in recent years and is the hardest hit area for terrorist disasters in Europa, the police have reason to believe that this school is likely to be a terrorist training base, so for the sake of territorial security, it has been handed over to relevant departments Processing, of which no further details are available.

Although judging from the reaction of the outside world, it is very likely that terrorism is involved, but anyone who makes a living in the killer industry knows that there is no such thing at all.

But no matter what the murderer's motive was, the result was already doomed. All the big and small new forces in the killer's business knew that Scorpio, the organization in the top killer group array in Europa, was finished.

The Scorpio headquarters and the backup killer training base were copied overnight. This kind of ruthless and quick decapitation directly beat the Scorpio organization into dead scorpions. The purpose and motives also make those international killer organizations, especially the big and small forces in the Europa killer world, extremely vigilant.

For the sake of safety, they all stopped all missions and operations at the same time, and all scattered and lurk around the world, deeply afraid that they would become the next Scorpio, go on the road of no return, and be wiped out.

France, Paris, in an office behind a bistro, an ordinary-looking oriental man in his fifties, thrown into the crowd and never being looked at by others, sat quietly on a wooden chair behind the desk superior.

Looking at the middle-aged oriental man in his thirties standing in front of the desk with calm eyes, he said slowly, "Who did it?"

The middle-aged eastern man, with a look of fear in his eyes, said: "I don't know. These days, because of En Zuoqi's arrangement, I went to Great Britain to hand over a deal. I didn't expect this kind of thing to happen just after returning to Nice."

The man sitting on the chair stretched out a right hand wearing a prosthetic limb, and touched his somewhat stiff face, a trace of anger and murderous look flashed in his eyes!

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