Chapter 619

As night fell, New York City was brightly lit and intoxicated.

A greasy middle-aged white man walked into the cafe, ordered a Caramel Cappuccino and a plate of snacks, and then went to the window facing the street.

The street is covered with yellow lanterns. Pedestrians come and go in the street. Some are in a hurry, some walk at will, and some stop to take photos. The most photographed natural is the heifan building across the street. The sailboat standing on the roof of the building was lit, and it was like a magical pirate ship driving in the sky in the boundless night.

For example, Captain Jack's Black Pearl.

Nicholas conti was in the middle of the sailboat, plotting strategies and winning thousands of miles.

No one knows what the pirate ship with black sails looks like. The greasy middle-aged white man quietly drinks coffee and observes the gate of Heifeng building.

There stood more than a dozen heavily armed guards, many cameras were newly installed, and even the most advanced security equipment was installed. Let alone people, I'm afraid even a bird can't break in.

There are two white people in the cafe talking about something that happened in the East.

"I saw the news that there were terrorist attacks in northern China. A high-end office building was bombed and many people died." Said a young white man with glasses.

"Terrorist attacks? People in that country don't say their country is the safest. I think it's a joke." Another slightly older white man said, "there is no safe country in the world. If there is, it will definitely not be China. As for the terrorist attack you said, I think it should be a group of people fighting for freedom who are making their demands."

"Don't you like China?" The white young man with glasses asked.

"Yes? Are you kidding? I hate that country and its people." The slightly older white man said, "today, my boss told me that our company is likely to lay off workers. You know, I'm a trader in soybean futures. That annoying country doesn't buy our soybeans! It's too much!"

"What's this? I heard that their factory installed spy chips in Apple phones and stole our secrets. I even think it's an act of war. We should unite our allies and teach them a lesson. I think only in this way can people in that country and that country learn to be smart." Said the young white man with glasses.

"I think they should be as poor as Ross, so they won't threaten our country. But the situation is getting worse. I read a report that China may surpass us as the world's largest economy in 30 years. My God, I really hope that report is wrong, and I can't see that day coming."

"If a Chinese comes in at this time, I will beat him up and let them go back!" While talking, the white young man with glasses also took a special look at the door of the cafe. His eyes were not friendly at all.

Unfortunately, no Chinese came in for coffee.

The two white men talked without a word.

Men all over the world seem to have this problem. It doesn't matter what they drink when they sit down to drink tea or coffee. The important thing is that they must be high-end and high-grade.

International cattle have naturally become the first choice.

The greasy middle-aged white man looked at the two white people drinking coffee at the side table, gently shook his head and moved his eyes to the black sail building across the street. This time, he raised his head slightly and looked at the sailboat standing on the top of the building with a thoughtful look.

A few minutes later, three people came in from the gate of the cafe. Two men and one woman, dressed in ordinary clothes and difficult to judge their age, looked very young, but their eyes were full of vicissitudes and sharp, giving people a feeling that they can freeze the heart of adults.

All three are Chinese.

The sight of the three white men in the cafe gathered on the three Chinese who had just come in. This picture has a sense of tacit understanding.

Without waiting for the two men, one woman and three Chinese who just came in to order a drink or food, the white young man with glasses stood up from his chair and walked angrily.

"What are you doing here?" The white youth with glasses raised his hand and pointed to the door of the cafe. He said fiercely, "get out of here, you three yellow skinned guys. This is where white people drink coffee. You are not welcome here!"

Two men and one woman, three Chinese who just came in, seemed a little confused about this situation, but it was only a second or two.

"What did you just say?" The woman asked in English. The voice seemed to have been soaked in ice water, giving people a deep chill.

The white young man with glasses angrily said, "I'll let you get out!"

The waiter and the owner of the cafe were white, but they didn't stop the bad behavior of the white young man with glasses and looked on coldly.

This feeling is known only to those who have been racially discriminated against.

The woman smiled angrily and looked at her two companions: "the red haired ghost who hasn't evolved yet dares to talk to her aunt in this tone. What do you say?"

A Chinese man said, "the master will come soon. This guy is a trouble."

Another Chinese man said, "if you don't do anything, just kill them. If you keep these red haired ghosts who are born by their mother but not taught by their mother, those dirty words will dirty their ears."

The three Chinese spoke Chinese and did not take seriously the white youth who shouted at them at all.

"Fark!" Unable to understand Chinese, the white young man with glasses suddenly grabbed the ceramic vase with dried flowers on the table because three Chinese were scolding him, waved and hit the woman on the head.

But his hand suddenly stopped in the air, and the ceramic vase in his hand fell to the ground.

Pop!

A piece of ground.

The young white man with glasses lowered his head and saw a sharp knife stuck in his chest. At that moment, fear attacked one of his nerves. He opened his mouth to cry for help, but there was no sound in his mouth. He can feel the speed of life loss from his body and the cold.

"Remember my aunt's face. I'll kill you when I meet my aunt in my next life." The woman then drew the sharp knife out.

A stream of blood suddenly gushed from the chest of the white young man wearing glasses. It felt like turning on the tap.

It all happened so fast that people were caught off guard.

When the crowd reacted, the white young man with glasses had fallen to the ground and didn't move.

The owner of the cafe suddenly pulled out a shotgun from under the counter. As soon as the muzzle was raised, he was ready to shoot.

Hiss!

A flash of cold light flashed through.

The cafe owner's two arms fell on the bar, but before he screamed, the cold line took his neck again.

A head is flying in the air.

The waiter left and went

He ran outside, but with only one step, a sleeve arrow went into the back of his head, and he fell into a pool of blood.

The companion of the white youth flopped down on his knees and begged, "please don't kill me, don't kill me..."

Poof!

Another sleeve arrow hit his forehead, and the voice of begging for mercy stopped suddenly.

"There's another one." The woman said, and then came to the middle-aged white man sitting by the window.

The middle-aged white man was still sitting by the window, looking out at the street view. Four people died instantly in the cafe. Such a terrible thing seems to have nothing to do with him. From the beginning to the end, he didn't even look at anyone deliberately.

The woman came to the middle-aged white man. Without saying a word, she stabbed the middle-aged white man in the chest.

"Teacher Fang min, calm down." The middle-aged white man spoke fluent Chinese.

The woman who stabbed people with a knife was stunned on the spot.

Fang min's name has only been used in one place. That place is Kyoto, China. She cheated a practitioner named Ning Tao by way of Yuanying's out of body.

The middle-aged white man looked back from the window. He looked at the woman standing beside him and said faintly, "why, Mr. Fang, don't you know me?"

Immortal Li Chuyi of Miao Ye suddenly remembered something and lost his voice: "you are... Doctor Ning!"

The middle-aged white man is Ning Tao.

In addition to observing the situation of heifan building, he also came here to see Hu Ji. But unexpectedly, he hasn't made a move yet. Three of Hu Ji's men, real person Miao Ye Li Chuyi, Sun Wei of Changchun Zi and real person Yin Dasheng of white dove, have appeared in the cafe again.

He knew these three people, but they couldn't recognize him because he used the spirit talisman of Yin Valley town. A heavenly version of Yin Gu Town talisman can make him change his appearance and skin color. He can become white or black. It can even shield his own aura and a genuine breath. If he didn't reveal his flaws, how could Li Chuyi know his identity?

Sun Wei and Yin Dasheng were immediately facing great enemies. Sun Wei raised his right arm. A device for launching sleeve arrows was installed in his sleeve, which can be launched at any time. Yin Dasheng also has a prayer flag in his hand, which looks very nervous.

Ning Tao said faintly, "I'm not your enemy. Compared with fighting me, I think the most important thing for you is to deal with these bodies. After all, it's a busy neighborhood. It's not good to be seen."

As soon as his voice fell, a pair of black youths came in through the door of the cafe. What came into their sight were several bodies lying on the ground, blood stained on the red floor, and

A head that fell to the ground!

"Ah -" a young black man screamed, turned and ran out.

Ning Tao smiled bitterly and shook his head. It was too late to deal with the body at this time.

The two black youths rushed out and screamed, attracting not the police, but the guards in front of the black sail building.

Those guards are actually mercenaries of the black fire company. The mercenaries who carry out vigilance at this juncture are naturally the most elite mercenaries of the black fire company, because now is the time of war, and the role of guarding the base camp is naturally "Imperial Guard".

Eight mercenaries came running across the street with weapons in their hands. One of them was still talking with a walkie talkie, either reporting the situation or calling for reinforcements.

Now it seems that you can't keep a low profile.

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