Reborn Nobility

Chapter 645: Comforting the Wrong Soul

Several old people turned their heads and looked at Mr. Cao Pingchuan. Their eyes were full of nervousness. They naturally knew who "that boy" was referring to. Mr. Cao Pingchuan was very strict under his command. Even his sons and grandsons would not do it.

He would only call Xia Xiaoluo such an affectionate name like this. It showed a hint of the tenderness of an old man.

They were a little surprised as to why Mr. Cao Pingchuan suddenly called everyone to go fishing at the summer resort. It turned out that things were not that simple after all.

These old people are almost all left-wing and hawkish forces in China. They are also one of the founders of the Tianxia Group fund. Several years ago, they and Cao Lin reported to Mr. Deng and persuaded him to establish a fund.

The secret fund wants to forge a battle ax to defend the Chinese economy. It wants to build a nuclear submarine to lurk at the gates of other countries.

Lin Jingfeng naturally sensed his worries, and smiled faintly and said: "It is gratifying to succeed. But it is also worthy of forgiveness if it fails. After all, there are not many successful precedents for companies with the prefix "Huaxia" in overseas mergers and acquisitions.

"

Cao Pingchuan had to nod slowly. China has failed so many times in this regard that many people have lost confidence in these things. Only this group of old people are still stubbornly insisting on it. However, this is also the reason.

This is the meaning of Tianxia Group’s existence, isn’t it?

Lin Jingfeng looked at the waves in front of him, his eyes became blurred and he said: "This kid surprises me very much... He often surprises me, sometimes it's surprise, sometimes it's shock. I remember, Mr. Cao once

I have judged this guy and said that he is young but cunning as a ghost. He has always maintained a calmness and rationality that is inconsistent with his age. But this time, hehe, this kid really has no reason!"

Lin Jingfeng glanced at Cao Pingchuan with emotion.

Cao Pingchuan's thick eyebrows were knitted together for a long time, and he sighed: "If a man grows up without any idealism before the age of twenty, he will probably be mediocre in his life. He is so irrational, I am not only

Instead of looking down on him, I admire him even more. There are not many young people with backbone in China! At least, they are much better than those second-generation officials who immigrated abroad early and are willing to be compradors and traitors! When I see him, I want to see him.

We, in our teens and 20s, are willing to build the Great Wall of China with our blood!"

Lin Jingfeng nodded solemnly, and his face became solemn: "I don't know how he will deal with such a two-year situation. Alas, if he succeeds, this will be a matter of promoting our country's prestige!"

The old people were all silent. Under the setting sun, they stood like statues for a long time, letting the wind and rain blow, but they never bowed their heads or gave in. They are the backbone of China.

However, now, they placed all their hopes on an eighteen-year-old boy. They were worried about him and sweated for him.

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Rio de Janeiro, San Siro favela.

The furious blade moves out like a spiritual snake, mixed with majestic fighting spirit and anger. No one can understand why the blade bursts out with such huge power, almost with a sense of disregard for one's own safety.

You know, at this moment, the beast's men, the desperadoes from the Rio First Command, are all armed with long and short rifles.

As for the blade, it was just a black military thorn in his hand. Under the illumination of the light, it gave off a faint cold light, and he jumped towards the beast.

The beast's men fired almost without hesitation. For them, killing a lot of people is like killing a chicken, without any guilt. In fact, if they don't kill people for a day, they will feel itchy.

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Therefore, their marksmanship is also very good. In the past, they fought with other Brazilian gangs and achieved a record of killing hundreds of enemies without anyone being injured.

This is a skill trained in real fighting, and a marksmanship that is fed by hot bullets one after another!

However, what they are facing is a blade that is one of the most skilled gangsters in the world. An existence that is feared in the fields of gangsters, killers, and mercenaries!

A dense barrage of bullets whizzed past, hitting the blade directly. However, the blade suddenly twisted in the air, and his body suddenly fell. At this time, the nearly two hundred members of the sharp knife organization under the blade all fired at the same time.

The tongues of fire burned the barrel of the gun, and the angry bullets vented their deep hatred! Harvesting those disgusting lives without any mercy.

These people from the Rio First Command concentrated their firepower on the blades, but they were unable to fight back against these sharpshooters. They all fell to the ground after being shot, becoming a hornet's nest.

However, Blade noticed that when the Beast's men were all firing, the Beast turned around and ran towards an alley.

Dao Feng frowned and cursed: "Cunning guy!" He turned around and said to the person behind him: "Don't shoot, save his life for me!" He pointed at the Dark Screaming Bar and said in a cold tone:

"Destroy it! Leave no household registration!"

Dao Er, Pulsatilla Fang Bazhi and others nodded expressionlessly.

The blade ran wildly, holding out its spurs, and chased the beast in the direction of its escape.

The beast's skill was not bad, and he was familiar with the terrain, so he ran very fast. However, he did not expect that the blade was faster.

I saw the blade was as graceful as a swimming dragon, moved like a stray rabbit, and chased after him like a black gust of wind.

This alley is very narrow, and there are abandoned cars, trash cans, etc. piled up everywhere. However, these cannot hinder the speed of the blade at all. As soon as he encounters an obstacle, he gently presses it with one hand.

, the body seemed to cross over lightly.

In less than a moment, the blade was already behind the beast.

The beast couldn't help but moan in agony. In recent years, the gang has developed more and more rapidly, with money and women. The so-called "full, warm, lustful, lustful", these years of drunken life have emptied his seemingly strong body, and his body is getting more and more...

Too bad.

He stopped, turned his head, pointed his pistol at the blade, and said with a sullen face: "Stop chasing me, otherwise, you will die miserably!"

"Then, shoot!" Dao Feng said confidently, with a playful smile on his face.

In fact, his guess was right. The beast did not dare to shoot rashly. Is there anyone in the world whose speed is faster than a bullet? In the past, he never believed it, but today he believed it. Just now, he watched the Blade Rabbit take off the falcon and avoid the dense crowd.

bullet. He almost felt like kneeling down.

This man's movement is as fast as a ghost!

"You...you...don't force me!" The beast took a step back, stared at the blade, and shouted hoarsely. He had never known what fear was, but now he felt chills running down his spine!

"When you did those beastly things to the Chinese, did you ever think that they, like you, are flesh and blood beings. When bullets and shrapnel enter their skin, they will feel the same as you

Bone-breaking pain! When they die, their families will suffer for them! Wail!?" Dao Feng looked at him coldly. Under the dim light, a pair of eyes exuded a cold light, which reminded people of a

A cruel wolf that makes people shudder.

"Those! Those are despicable lives! Kill them and the world will be cleaner! They are weak, they are poor, they deserve to die!" The beast argued with reason, and he felt that everything he did was natural.

"They are poor, but they have obtained everything they have through their own hard work! They are weak, but they have not hindered your survival, right?" Dao Feng looked at him angrily, gritted his teeth, and suddenly smiled: "I forgot

Yes. You are a bandit, a life without any humanity at all! What reason can I have with you?!"

Saying that, Dao Feng rushed forward with his military thorn in his hand!

The beast hurriedly fired, only to find that the blade in front of him suddenly disappeared. The spur was already in front of him, and the moment the blade was activated, it shot the spur as a flying knife.

But he suddenly walked a curve and shot straight towards the wall on the left side of the alley.

If someone had taken a video recorder at that time, recorded these, and watched them in slow motion, they would have been stunned by the footage in front of them.

Blade's moves are as good as any popular action star in the world.

I saw him, originally rushing forward, but suddenly turned slightly and ran towards the wall. His feet violently kicked the rough wall, and his body had already left the ground. He stepped on the wall quickly with his upper feet. He was simply like

He walked a few steps steadily as on flat ground. By this time, he had reached the top of the beast's head.

The bullets had already flown out. They were all empty.

And he, like a black vulture, floated down from the sky.

This series of actions is so cool and unrestrained, it's as exciting as an action movie. However, the difference is that the movie uses special effects to pull off wires, but he relies entirely on his powerful legs.

The beast's vision went dark, and the military stab hit his hand holding the pistol. He screamed, blood flowed out, and the gun fell out of his hand and flew far away into the darkness.

At this moment, the blade of the blade had landed steadily behind him. He felt his eyes blurred as one hand had already steadily grasped the flying spur, and then, the spur was firmly pressing against his throat, causing him to

He felt a bone-chilling coldness.

The God of Death has never stood so close to him.

However, he didn't have much time to be afraid. In just a moment, the military thorn had already penetrated his throat.

With an expressionless pull of the blade, the beast's main artery was cut ruthlessly by the military thorn, and blood sprayed out in a granular texture like fine sand.

The beast's eyes were stunned, and he suddenly covered his throat, but he couldn't hold back the hot blood.

Blade didn't look at him again and walked out along the alley. The beast lay exhausted on the ground, clutching its throat and letting blood spurt out, while its huge body became colder little by little.

He turned his billiard head and silently glanced at the sky, which was as turbid as a polluted river. The stars were very dim. He murmured, somewhat bleakly: "The miserable lives of the three thousand gang members of the First Command.

Can you comfort the injured souls of those dozens of Chinese people...?"

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