The world-devouring dragon

Amsterdam, airport.

Among the noisy crowd, a man and a woman were heading to the airport carrying suitcases.

"Why do you suddenly want to go to Boston to see your daughter?"

As the two were walking, Wendy asked Roberts with some doubts. After going to the supermarket, Roberts suddenly said that he wanted to go to Boston to visit his daughter. Although Roberts vaguely said that he missed his daughter, Wendy understood Roberts' character. , this is by no means the real reason.

He has always been worried about bringing trouble to his daughter. He rarely sees her. He usually only secretly comes to Boston to reunite with her daughter for one night every Christmas. At other times, Wendy takes care of her because she is not a combatant. Responsible for logistics and intelligence, the operation was not as high-profile as Roberts.

However, in the face of Wendy's question, Roberts spoke vaguely.

"If it is possible that Bruni came to the United States, then Boston is likely to be the place where he will settle. Moreover, I also want to meet my daughter along the way."

In front of Roberts, Wendy glanced at him deeply, with something inexplicable in her eyes. Roberts was sure that her partner had seen something, but in the end she said nothing. He just nodded and said.

"Well, as you wish, let's go to Boston...some guy who can't lie."

With that said, she walked into the airport with her suitcase, and behind her, Roberts didn't know how to explain for a moment, opened her mouth, and finally chose to catch up.

…

A few days later, Boston.

There are tall buildings all around. Riding in Wendy's red convertible sports car, the scenery around them flies by.

"How many cars do you have? How much income does the Priory have?"

Taking a look at the trademark, it seemed to be that of Porsche. Roberts vaguely remembered seeing an advertisement similar to this car somewhere. It seemed that the price was quoted at more than two million US dollars or some amount.

"I'm not like someone who can support myself and the whole family, but I also have to take care of a girl. How can I not think of ways to make money? Someone doesn't pay."

A faint voice came through the rearview mirror. Although he couldn't see the face under the sunglasses clearly, Roberts could vaguely feel a hint of dissatisfaction.

She was unhappy that he had lied to her.

Although she didn't ask much, the cooperation between the two had always been that Roberts was in charge of combat and Wendy was in charge of intelligence and logistics. In terms of being meticulous and observant, Wendy was far better than Roberts.

She could sense that Roberts was deliberately concealing herself.

But she will not quarrel or argue. Just as she did in the past, she will assist Roberts and never cause him trouble. But this does not mean that she will not be angry. She will also express herself to Roberts in her own way. dissatisfaction.

Roberts wanted to say something, but didn't know how to say it.

Could it be that I was wary of someone because of her words? Roberts himself found it difficult to understand why he chose to believe that person's words at that time. Was it a prejudgment based on worry about his daughter? Or is it for some other reason?

he does not know.

"Be careful Wendy, don't trust her."

That warning was as clear as if it had just happened. Roberts didn't understand why, but the man who called himself "Umberto Bruni" did say so.

But when he heard that sentence, Roberts's heart was surprisingly calm and not surprised at all, as if this was...

Some kind of forgotten fact...

"Um……"

Suddenly, his head began to hurt inexplicably, which stopped Roberts from thinking.

He groaned and covered his head with his hands. His mind was dizzy, and the inexplicable pain made it difficult for him to organize his thoughts.

His eyes began to turn black, his hands and feet were shaking unconsciously, and the surging beating of blood vessels could be clearly heard in his ears... In just a few seconds, this man who had been trained since childhood, fought with various dark creatures for more than decades, and was tortured The man who was not afraid of torture had a layer of fine sweat on his forehead at this moment.

Wendy, who was sitting in the driver's seat, also noticed something strange about Roberts, and she immediately reacted.

"...the headache...is happening again..."

Roberts could no longer hear clearly what Wendy said. His brain was dizzy. He could only vaguely feel the confusion in the voice in his ears, the pills in his mouth that were hurriedly put into his mouth by soft hands, and the confusion when he collided with the car on the highway. Sense of space……

Ten minutes later, Roberts sat on a seat in Central Park, looking up and drinking mineral water, while Wendy sat next to him.

"God, it's really...scaring me to death. For so many years, I thought you were already healed."

Looking at Roberts beside her, there was a hint of lingering fear on her face.

"I haven't committed this crime in almost ten years. Who knew it would suddenly happen..."

Roberts looked at the mineral water bottle in his hand, nodded and said.

"Yeah, it's been more than ten years..."

Wendy spoke deeply, but suddenly she stopped mid-sentence.

Roberts noticed this and raised his head, only to see Wendy secretly paying attention to his expression, with a bit of uneasiness and apprehension on her face.

He shook his head and surprisingly comforted Wendy.

"It's okay...it's over."

After looking at Roberts and confirming that he was indeed not angry, Wendy gradually relaxed. In her impression, whenever she discussed relevant matters in the past, Roberts would become extremely silent, so that she They tried their best not to mention such things again.

But she didn't notice that Roberts' hand holding the mineral water was quietly clenching, with an unspeakable melancholy in his eyes...

Yes, it’s been more than ten years, and it’s time to let it go.

He murmured in his mind.

More than ten years ago, Roberts married Betty, an English-American whom he met, and they had a daughter. As a result, shortly after their daughter was born, vampires who got the news from unknown sources suddenly attacked their secret residence.

Roberts, who arrived in a hurry, successfully led his wife and daughter to escape after a life-and-death struggle with the vampire. However, his newlywed wife Betty still died of her injuries. Only his daughter Joan survived...

After that, Roberts fell seriously ill and suffered from inexplicable headaches. Doctors could not find anything wrong. This is also the reason why Roberts almost retired back then, because no one would want a mercenary who would have a headache at any time.

At that time, Wendy was only 16 years old, but she had already become his partner for several years with her outstanding wisdom, and she also witnessed the decline of a high-spirited warrior. In Roberts's most depraved moments, she always believed that the former "Iron Heart" would eventually rise again. It was during the past few years that the former "Iron Heart" regained its former reputation.

"I don't know how Qiong is doing now. I rarely see her a few times. The last time seemed to be two years ago. She was timid and looked very timid..."

Roberts thought.

"Then let's go to the clinic later. You wait here for a while, and I'll contact the private clinic in Boston."

After seeing that Roberts was indeed fine, Wendy also had a smile on her face.

Since the park did not allow phone calls here for the sake of tranquility, Wendy turned around and left to find a place to make phone calls, while Roberts leaned on the bench and closed his eyes to relax.

Leaning on the bench, with the tree shade beside him, and feeling the touch of the sun on his face, Roberts enjoyed this rare moment of peace...

"Boom!"

Suddenly, he felt something making a noise next to him.

When he opened his eyes, he saw not far away, a few girls in fashionable clothes and smoky makeup were throwing pebbles in his direction for fun.

"Hey, homeless people aren't welcome here!"

In Roberts' sight, one of the girls put a baseball bat on her shoulder. The girl with smoky makeup who looked very boyish raised her head and said provocatively.

To be fair, her appearance is quite delicate, and her youthful temperament and vitality are undoubtedly revealed on her body, but it is only the clumsy and inferior smoky makeup that destroys that youthful temperament.

tramp?

Roberts looked at her in astonishment, then looked around and saw that there was no one else there before he had to admit that she was talking about him.

Do I look like a homeless person?

A sense of absurdity arose in his heart, but he was completely unaware that his unkempt and neglected beard really looked like a homeless man living on the street, but Roberts didn't bother to pay attention and continued to close his eyes.

When the girl who seemed to be the leader saw Roberts ignoring her, she immediately became angry, stepped forward, raised her baseball bat and was about to swing it down.

However, the baseball bat was not pointed at the person, but at the bench beside her. It was obvious that she just wanted to scare Roberts.

But suddenly, those eyes opened, and the cold pupils were filled with ice-cold silence.

"Go away and don't bother me."

The sound rang through her ears, so calm and frightening that even her heartbeat suddenly stopped for a beat, causing her original downward movement to stagnate and stop abruptly in the air.

After seeing the girl stop, Roberts continued to close his eyes.

He wasn't worried about what the girl went on to do. He wouldn't be "Iron Roberts" if he couldn't scare a little girl.

"Sister, what's wrong..."

The girls not far away did not see this scene. They just saw the eldest sister rushing over angrily, and then stopped inexplicably.

"Just wait until my eldest sister comes and see how she deals with you..."

It seemed that she couldn't get off the stage in front of several young girls. The girl with smoky makeup was angry and angry, but the cold eyes successfully frightened her, so she didn't dare to do anything else, so she had to scream and scream He took a few girls and left in despair.

Roberts sneered at such remarks, and even doubted whether the little girl really had the guts to come again.

Then within a few minutes, I heard the sound of a motorcycle suddenly ringing in my ears, and then a clear female voice.

"Who dares to bully me?"

And listening to that voice, Roberts felt vaguely... Why was it a little familiar?

When he opened his eyes, he saw a dozen girls riding motorcycles in the park, and when they got off the bus, someone took out a baseball bat from the back seat.

The girl in the lead looks to be seventeen or eighteen years old. She also has thick smoky makeup on her face, long red hair, and is wearing a black and white off-shoulder shirt. There are faint tattoos on her neck, and she is holding herself up. He was riding a Harley-Davidson motorcycle, looking around arrogantly, looking for the "tramp" the little girl called him.

Next to her, the boyish girl was saying something in her ear and pointing in the direction of Roberts.

And when Roberts looked at her, she finally saw Roberts, and then, her face showed an inexplicable look of astonishment, as if she had seen a prehistoric dinosaur.

"Qiong, he was the one who bullied..."

The girl on the side was still trying to add fuel to the fire when suddenly she heard a na na sound.

"dad……"

She couldn't help but turn her head when she looked at the obsequious elder sister who was standing in front of her inexplicably and who subconsciously hid the baseball bat behind her back.

But I saw the "tramp" looking at the eldest sister in front of him, his face gradually becoming more and more ugly, and even vaguely angry.

Roberts looked at his daughter, Joan, in front of him. He suddenly felt as if his headache was coming again...