The ghostly brave man mixed in American comics

He looked up at the window, it was getting dark outside, in fact, Lance had a way to cure Amanda, but it was a little difficult to say.

Lance's special system, as long as it is with a woman H, then it can purify other people's bodies once, and if there are offspring between the two, it will definitely have excellent potential.

But he can't take advantage of people's dangers!

The employer hires you to save her daughter, and when she sees her daughter again, she says that she has done something with Lance that should not be done, and this kind of thing needs your will, not forced.

Besides, he is not Lance in the butter, and he has to personally take action to find his own slave, and Amanda is not very in line with his aesthetics....

I haven't eaten after a busy day, and my stomach has begun to growl with hunger.

Lance rubbed little Tom's somewhat deflated belly, took out five hundred dollars and stuffed it to him, and let him buy some food by himself, and bring himself a little by the way.

Now that the mission is complete, you can eat with confidence and boldness! Tom took the five hundred pieces, was so happy that he scattered the girl and ran out.

Lance, on the other hand, watched a TV series in the living room.

Just when he was watching with relish, he suddenly picked up a fruit on the table that I don't know how long it had been and smashed it into the window next to it.

"Bang!" The sound of glass shattering sounded.

"Come out, you've been standing there for three minutes, can you come in and sit if you don't mind?"

After saying that, there was silence for half a minute, and a black shadow rolled in from the broken window and landed firmly opposite Lance.

Looking at it, a handsome old man in his fifties, wearing a black leather coat, wearing a gray shirt underneath, and his expression looked very serious.

"You did the Albanian thing?" The man in black stared at Lance and asked, his tone very calm.

Lance spread out his hands: "You said yes~" He didn't want to leave anything for others.

"No, I don't care what you do, I just want to know if you've seen this girl." After speaking, the man in black took out a photo and stepped forward two steps.

In the photo, Amanda and Jean are taken together.

Suddenly thought of Brownie saying that Jean has a good father looking for her, plus this photo, could it be...

A trace of speculation flashed in Lance's heart, but instead of answering the question of the man in black, he asked instead: "What is your name?" What is the name of the person in the photo? Full name! The

man in black was stunned, looking at the handsome young man in front of him, his performance was calmer than he expected.

Looking at Lance's appearance, the man in black frowned slightly, but decided to tell the truth, this young man may know something: "My name is Brian Mills, and the two people in the photo are Amanda Mark Kaiman and my daughter Jean Mills.

"You can call me Lance."

Sure enough, he was Jean's father, and his tone didn't look like lying, Lance got up and walked to the bedroom: "Amanda I have found it, but I don't see Jean in that place, come with me." Brian looked at Lance's departing back and followed.

After opening the door, Amanda was still sleeping on the bed, Lance ignored Brian next to him, went straight to the bed, checked her breath, fortunately, it had gradually stabilized, and then stood up and turned to look at Brian next to him.

"Uncle, did you go to that heaven?" Brian was stunned when he heard the title, but he wasn't angry.

"Go, your speed is faster than me, I traced all the way from the construction site to heaven, but I was preempted by you." Brian's tone was still calm, and then he asked, "Have you found any intelligence?" About my daughter's.

"This, not yet." Lance told the truth.

"That Albanian, did you interrogate?" Brian nodded, he even connected the power to the rebar, and did not pull it before leaving.

"But I'm wondering why there's only one person in the whole building, do you see anyone else?" His tone was a little puzzled, how could a gang have only one leader?

Lance is not going to explain, how to say? There are many people, have they all been sucked into the dust by my sword? Maybe it will be regarded as a neuropathy by others.

"After I finished the review, I only got one name, Patrice St. Gale." Brian added.

"Patrice St. Jarri!" Lance silently read the name and asked, "So what are you going to do now?"

"Find him, originally I came here to think of who is the person who is one step ahead of me, at first I thought it might be the top ten people in the mercenary ranking, but I didn't expect it to be a young man?" Brian's tone was serious, and he didn't expect that those methods were actually done by a child who looked to be under twenty years old.

"You continue to protect Amanda, I have to go find other clues."

Lance looked at him and nodded, took out a napkin and wrote a string of numbers and handed it over: "This is my mobile phone number, if you need help, you can call this number, I will definitely help."

Brian took Lance's napkin, then turned and jumped out the window, disappearing.

"What a mysterious old fellow." Lance sighed and sat down on the couch to continue watching TV.

If Brian called before he left, he could still help, and if Brownie came and picked someone up, he couldn't help.

Brian, who left the apartment, glanced back at the fifth floor, took out his mobile phone and made a call.

"It's me, the picture passed to you, his name is Lance, help me find out who he really is."

......

Time passed by minute by minute, and Tom was carrying two large bags full of food.

After entering the door, he looked at the broken window, and then at Lance, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Lance put all the food on the coffee table, and one person and one cat began to feast.

Meanwhile, in a factory.

"Pascale! I told you! Those damned Albanians are unreliable! A burly middle-aged man slapped the table angrily: "Now that the police have surrounded there, you tell me how to make the plan go ahead as scheduled?!"

Pascale on the side looked helpless and said, "Rafi... I..."

"Shut up! With just over forty hours left before the parade, do you think we have more time to waste? The man known as Rafi roared irritably, his rant silent Pascale.

"I'll figure it out."

Rafi looked at Pascale, sneered, kicked the table away, and left the factory angrily.

Watching Rafi slam the door and leave, Pascale took a deep breath, took out the phone and dialed a number: "Zoe, it's me, I need your help..."