Mysterious journey

Europe UK, Irvine.

In a white manor in the suburbs, the eaves above the manor building have a zigzag-like pattern. The doors and windows are all round arches. Occasionally, you can see columns supporting the house.

There were black men in white shirts and black trousers coming and going.

The entire manor is surrounded by green lawns, and the lawns are trimmed extremely smoothly.

The sky was cloudy and gloomy, and the sun was obscured by clouds, which made it look a little oppressive.

On the lawn, an old black man wearing a red tie was casually browsing the web on a mobile phone. He was sitting on a chair under an umbrella, and his eyes occasionally drifted to a group of beauties laughing and playing not far in front.

As a black man, as the boss of the largest antiques and cultural relics field in Europe and the UK, he founded the Baili Group and created such a big business in the white world. Kabu should have been proud of it, and the rest should also be Just enjoy life comfortably.

But Kabu is not so relaxed. At the age of fifty-two, he is now facing the second biggest problem in his life, aging.

Having just passed middle age, he felt that his energy was obviously not as good as before, and his spirit was constantly weakening. This feeling of constant weakness made him panic.

Fortunately, he learned a shocking secret from a disintegrated enemy organization. This secret may be an important turning point in his future life, and he must not miss it.

"Boss, it seems that someone is meddling with the mask we are interested in." A subordinate walked up to him and lowered his head and whispered.

"Someone intervened?" Kabu frowned, "Who?"

"The new man in black, with Nighthawk behind him, is a bit troublesome." Medis, his capable subordinate, has an extremely powerful intelligence network, and the information in this regard is generally correct.

"They also know about the masks?" Kabu asked in a low voice, his eyes pretending to still admire the beauties.

"I'm afraid so." Medis nodded.

"It's really troublesome. I am determined to win the Twelve Masks. Nighthawk ranks first in Africa, let Viper deal with them. Contact the Primary Color Group. White Phoenix will definitely be willing to entertain this emerging force that ignores their authority."

Kabu instantly thought of a way to deal with it. He was not only the boss of the largest cultural relics and antiques group in the UK, but also the most powerful consolidator of violent groups in most of the UK. Every move he made could affect the layout of the entire British underground world.

"Yes." Medis bowed her head and retreated.

Kabu quickly recalled the information about Nighthawk. There were not many Nighthawk members, but the most mysterious one was the powerful person behind the scenes who became the King of Nighthawk. He couldn't be cautious about this. The other party was a tyrannical character who could attack the White Phoenix of the Original Color Group. He was dangerous and aggressive.

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On a passenger plane from Irvine, UK to Berlin, Germany

The passengers were drowsy, some were reading newspapers quietly, some were taking a nap with eye masks on, a few young people were playing cards together, and the flight attendants were shuttled back and forth, asking and checking passengers.

In the four seats on the left side of the middle and rear end of the passenger plane, four young people sitting side by side were playing some kind of board game together, and one of them yawned slightly.

"How long will it take to get here?" The man put down the game chess pieces in his hand with a bored look on his face.

"It's coming, it's coming, I feel like the plane is starting to sink." A woman said casually.

"You always say it's going to be fast."

"Does this mean you feel hopeful again?" the woman answered nonchalantly.

"well"

Another person put down the chess piece: "You guys might as well take a nap, I guess there are still more than twenty minutes left."

He turned to look at a man by the window. This man was wearing white leather pants, a black and red striped T-shirt, fair skin, and a series of golden earrings on his ears.

"King, what arrangements will be made when we get there?"

"Just follow the old rules. This mission is a little more difficult, so be careful. Your opponent is Nighthawk's Hera." The man called the king answered casually.

"Nighthawk is very active in Africa, where there are a lot of wars. Being able to make a name for yourself in that environment is not an easy role. But having said that, in such a complex urban area, this is our Viper's territory. If we want to win here, Let’s hey.”

The four of them are the real main body of the entire Viper. As one of the top ten mercenary groups in Europe, no one dares to underestimate the secret attacks and murderous intentions of the Viper.

"Hera has five generals under her. She is one of the three most powerful men under the Nighthawk King. Her strength should not be underestimated. Anyway, everyone should be more serious this time. After finishing this vote, everyone should go back. Just play how you want.”

The king whispered.

"No problem." "Of course!" "*Turn them over!"

The three of them started shouting.

"Each member of Nighthawk has strong sniping ability and high alertness. Try to move as fast as possible and don't give them time to resist. They have very strong fighting abilities. Don't try to fight them in a tight fight."

"clear!"

This time Viper not only took over the mission of Baili Group, but also received the bounty from White Phoenix. Not only did they participate in the operation against Nighthawk, but also the other top ten mercenary groups in Europe took over to deal with Nighthawk alone. of independent members.

Jay, the man in black, the bald deputy captain Kadon, and his wife Hera were each dealt with by three elite mercenary groups, making sure that everything was safe in the beginning of autumn.

There is also the Black Fire, the strongest mercenary group, searching everywhere for the whereabouts of the Nighthawk King.

This time, the Original Color Group was serious about it. It spent two billion pounds at once to completely eliminate Nighthawk.

An invisible giant net began to surround Nighthawk as a whole. In this giant network, many are masters who have fought against Leiber, and some have also been in contact with Caton themselves, and they are all abnormal elites. Their professional power ranges from being a person with a thousand faces so that you can't tell their true identity at all, to being a top explosives expert with bombs everywhere. There are also computer hacker geniuses. Surveillance probes anywhere can become their eyes as long as they are connected to the Internet.

There are all kinds of elite talents, and the extremely powerful combination has not only completed various difficult tasks once or twice, but a large part of them even have experience in supernatural tasks.

And even so, the Original Color Group secretly sent powerful people, who were said to be powerful mercenaries transformed through experiments, specifically to deal with the emergence of the Nighthawk King.

This mission is completely a dragnet, leaving the other party with nowhere to escape.

Although the king said he must be serious, he actually understood in his heart that if nothing unexpected happened, Nighthawk would be finished this time.

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"What!? Things were robbed?" Jay's eyes suddenly turned cold and he stared at the subordinate in front of him. "Who did it?"

"They are European Ohio people, they left their unique marks." The subordinate reported in a low voice.

Crack!

The cup in Jay's hand was suddenly crushed, and transparent wine flowed from his water.

"Ohios. The second-ranked killer group in Europe? What do they mean? Are they going to start a war with us?" His face darkened.

The subordinates stood in front of him and did not dare to express their anger. They could only lower their heads and dare not move.

"Boss, just do it. I've long wanted to see what these European bastards are capable of. They were so arrogant at the last cocktail party that they were looking for death!" A red-haired young man leaning against the wall in the room said casually.

"Telan and I will mobilize fifteen more elites, and we should be able to solve the problem." The woman in the other room whispered. The two of them were Jay's right-hand men, and they used to surround Jay in Nighthawk. The small group on the side is now merged and in charge of the Men in Black. After learning boxing skills from Jay, their strength has greatly increased. After brutal training, their physical fitness has reached a terrifying extreme. They are the second largest among the Men in Black. Jay's top player.

"No rush. If the other party dares to take action directly, they must have already calculated our reaction. If we take action rashly, they will definitely fall into their trap." Jay has never been an impulsive person. He pondered for a moment, picked up the phone and called Nighthawk. Someone else's number.

Ten minutes later, he put down the phone with a gloomy expression.

"Sure enough, this is an action against the entire Nighthawk. Something is wrong with Bald Head and Hera. I suspect that the other party will take action immediately. Go down and mobilize your men to be vigilant! They will probably take action tonight!"

The two subordinates also became serious after hearing this. It seemed that the situation was not optimistic.

"Tell me, if this time passes, each person will receive a bonus of at least 100,000 US dollars based on their contribution." Jay promised generously.

The two subordinates burst into laughter.

boom! ! !

Suddenly there was a gunshot, and the three of them immediately ducked down.

The only subordinate who failed to react and reported the situation was punched in the temple, blood spattered, and he fell to the sky.

Deep bullet holes also appeared on the table nearby at the same time. Bullet holes appeared everywhere on the sofa and chairs at the same time.

It was obviously just a gunshot, which sounded like the explosion of a firecracker, but the result was at least dozens of shots fired at the same time, and all of them were high-power firearms.

Jay's body rolled quickly on the ground like a snake, and several times he scurried under the special metal table to hide.

All I heard was the constant banging of explosions above my head, and I didn't know how many bullets hit the table.

He grabbed a wooden board from the floor and took out a black pistol from underneath. Several times I tried to shoot back with my probe, but was suppressed by the powerful firepower.

This is the headquarters of the men in black, and the opponent actually has the strength to raid here. Moreover, the firepower is so powerful. This realization makes him feel a chill in his heart.

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In the dark secret room, Garen sat cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed. In front of him was the platform where coins were placed.

Since that day, he has come in every once in a while to suppress Nadia's aura positioning.

The original aura of the coin is getting more and more terrifying. As long as it is within five meters of it, it will pull people into a dream. Their consciousness is blurred and confused by Nadia's aura. However, under the constant suppression of Galleons, this increase was finally curbed. The breath of the coins was continuously consumed by Galleons, which made Nadia's positioning growth significantly slower.

The strange thing is that in this kind of dream, the confrontation between the spirit and the will of the nine-headed dragon's soul actually made Garen feel that his secret martial arts progress had accelerated. This kind of confrontation seemed to be a kind of whetstone, making his secret weapon of life more and more powerful, and the first level quickly reached its peak perfection.