Chapter 695

Despite the glories of "the George family, the future successor of ion funds, and the talented girl in the mall," Nell is still a mother.

Mother's love is great. Nell will never accept the reality of sacrificing her son for profit.

But now that she's powerless to change that, she'll calm down in despair and start brewing a crazy plan.

The world is beautiful, worthy of nostalgia, but the premise is that God can not take Nell's son.

Will my grandfather regret that he shouldn't have used his decisive and bloody wrist on me?

Looking out of the window at the starry sky, Nell's mouth cocked up a trace of smile, with the blood of resentment.

Merson, one of the two bodyguards of old George, sat on the sofa in the guest room and watched Nell silently.

To tell you the truth, Merson also felt that old George had done something extraordinary this time. He should not use this way to deal with Nell.

But Merson's words were not very clear. In addition, she had sold her man to old George, so she had to follow the Lord's instructions and take good care of Nell to avoid any accident.

For example, if you are sure of the other tasks of Lord Caesar's assassination, you are not sure that you will fulfill your wishes.

After the mobile phone rang, Merson looked at Nell. After answering, he whispered that she was Merson, then he jumped up from the sofa: "what, manock and his wife have escorted Little Caesar on board? This, how can it be - OK, OK, I see. "

As many as 27 killers went to hunt down the manok couple, and 23 people died. The news that the couple had boarded the plane with their children had not been blocked. Merson was completely stunned and murmured: "how can it be? How could they be so powerful? "

At this point, Merson felt as if he had a pair of hot eyes staring at him. Subconsciously, he looked up and saw that Nell was looking at her, her face flushed, her whole body trembling, her eyes shining, as if she were about to rush over at any time.

"Little miss."

Merson sobbed, stood up from the sofa with a wry smile and shrugged his shoulders and said, "you heard me right. Little Caesar was escorted by manock on the plane to China. Only four of the 27 killers survived. It was a mysterious woman who saved them."

Nell, trembling all over her body, came slowly, sat heavily on the sofa, raised her hand and lifted her hair. After taking a few deep breaths, she said, "my grandfather, he must be very disappointed."

"He's going to be disappointed that he's failed one after another."

Merson nodded first, then shook his head again: "but you should know that Sir Alex is a man who never likes to accept defeat."

"Cluck."

Nell chuckled and looked askance at Merson. "Do you mean he'll have a second hand in China?"

Merson nodded positively: "I never doubt it."

Nell asked: "he will arrange people in Huaxia to rob and kill little Caesar again?"

Merson didn't answer the same question, but the look on her face said it all.

Her son came out of danger and let Nell relax completely. She giggled and said, "you know my grandfather never likes to accept failure, but that doesn't mean he never fails. At the end of last century, he met with Waterloo in Hong Kong. I dare say that this time he will swallow the bitter fruit of failure again. "

Merson frowned and said faintly, "Miss, do you think Chinese people can better protect their children?"

Nell raised her head and said quietly, "Merson, you have never been to China, so you have no idea how huge the real family energy will be in that ancient land. It's a pity that my little Caesar was born into that powerful family. If you can hurt Little Caesar in their hands, I'll never complain a little more. Never

"I don't know if the family you are talking about is as powerful as you say, miss."

Seeing Nell's relaxed face, Merson was a little upset. He couldn't help saying, "I only know that your sweetheart is the Mr. Gao, who is being chased by more than ten real experts of the George family led by Fanny. I believe it will not be long before the news of his death will temporarily calm Mr. nikov's anger and be able to have a wedding with you at ease. "

If Nell doesn't show a relaxed face, Merson doesn't want to tell her that her man is being pursued.

Merson is a kind-hearted woman. She hopes Nell can follow the Lord's arrangement and live a happy life. She should not hear that sweetheart has been killed before marriage. It will affect her mood.

Nell's mood was really affected. She was shocked at first, and then she began to laugh: "ha, ha ha!"

"What are you laughing at? You, you don't want your sweetheart killed

Merson's smile is baffling. She can't understand what happened to Nell. After a woman's sweetheart is killed, shouldn't a woman be sad?

"Ha ha, ha ha, yes, I hope my sweetheart will be killed. Three or four years ago, I hoped that he would be killed by the elite bodyguards around my grandfather and rescued me from his hands."After laughing for a full minute, Nell patted her plump male, stopped laughing and said softly, "Merson, do you know why you and Fanny have become my grandfather's best bodyguard?"

Without waiting for Merson to say anything, Nell laughed again, but this time it was a sneer: "ha ha, because his former world-class elite bodyguards were killed by goofy. Otherwise, how could you and Fanny get this excellent job! "

As soon as Merson's face changed and she didn't say anything, Nell continued, "you don't know how terrible that guy is - you should have heard of the Malaysia Airlines hijacking case half a year ago? More than 100 terrorists died in their hands. Not long ago, he was trapped a few hundred meters underground and survived a magnitude 7 earthquake. Ah

Nell sighed, shook her head and said, "I'm not trying to scare you. I'm just telling the truth. I don't see any hope that you can kill him, even a little bit. Here's a piece of advice. Be ready for Fanny and others to be killed. "

Through Nell's confident eyes, Merson's face finally changed and became livid.

Fortunately, she is the black sisters. Nell can't tell.

It has been 15 years since old buck retired.

Before he retired, he had saved enough capital to live happily enough to see God, and he had his home in Las Vegas.

He likes the city that never sleeps. The colorful nightlife and the long string of numbers on his bank card can always make him feel like he was young.

In the last five years, when it was dark, he would say goodbye to his wife who had already gone to heaven, and then he would walk out of the house and walk to places where he could find the feeling of youth. Until the next day, his Arabian domestic servant would drive the luxury car with tens of millions of dollars to pick him up and rest.

He likes to go out on foot and go home by car.

When he went out, he enjoyed being able to walk around.

When he went home, he could feel the tranquility in the pivot.

For five years, as long as he walked out of the house, he could see the private club opposite.

Old buck heard that the owner of the club was a young man. He had a wedding yesterday, and his wife was an Asian girl.

He did not understand why an American who could own a high-end private club should marry an Asian girl or a South Vietnamese girl?

Didn't he know that girls in South Vietnam were unattractive?

It is said that after the Vietnam War, the South Vietnamese government offered to compensate their own girls, but they were all rejected by the U.S. government. The reason is that the South Vietnamese girls are not very good, they are black and thin like monkeys, and no one wants to come to the United States.

Now this successful young man has married a South Vietnamese girl with great fanfare. Old Barker thinks it is necessary for him to bless this young man, and wish him to marry a South Vietnamese girl bravely regardless of his country's secular ideas.

Old buck made up his mind and decided to go to the private club first.

He just walked to the intersection, ready to take advantage of the street lamp has not turned green, but saw a strange convertible sports car, like a mad cow roaring across the intersection, rubbing the tail of a normal running car, ran through the red light, moo, jumped onto the sidewalk, straight into the private club door.

The reason why this sports car lives is strange, because it seems that it is not a convertible at all, but the roof has been cut off, and the body is full of bullet holes.

Because of this sports car's collision, caused a series of brake sound, as well as collision sound.

But without waiting for old buck to react, he saw several motorcycles roaring from the distance, ignoring the cars in the middle of the intersection, and the driver suddenly lifted the handlebar!

Boom!

In the roar and cry, four motorcycles soared into the air, just like those old Barker had seen in the past, but the environment was more exciting. After all, this is on the street where cars come and go. If you dare to play like this, you can't dare to compete with the police.

Like old buck, many passers-by were shocked by the superb driving skills of these four motorcyclists. Everyone's mouth widened and their eyes filled with admiration as they looked at the cars flying down in a graceful arc in the sky.

There is no doubt that these four motorcycles will definitely land safely, and then give you a more wonderful performance.

Unfortunately, God may have drunk too much today, and so many people's hopes have not been heard - the four friction car drivers, just sliding down from the highest point to the ground, several blue lights tearing through the darkness, flew to them like lightning, and accurately hit their back heart and male mouth.

Bang - then, the blood splashed everywhere. The four motorcycle riders, like the angel with broken wings, screamed a few times, then let go of the car, hit the road heavily, rolled back and forth for several times, and did not move again.

Four drivers, almost at the same moment, were hit by four bullets in the male mouth, like angels fell to the dust.

Old buck and others were stunned.

They just saw clearly that several dark blue lights were coming from four directions, one of which was behind him.Subconsciously, old buck looked back and saw a small, dark colored girl squatting on the second floor window of a shop behind him, holding a professional sniper rifle in his hand, and wearing a red silk flower that local indigenous girls would wear when they were married.

God, was she the one who shot the motorcyclist?

Old Buck's eyes were as big as his mouth. After understanding the cruel reality, he wanted to hide in the shadow of the road with his head in his hands. But he was too nervous to move, so he looked up at him stupidly.

The girl also noticed old buck and gave him a sweet smile, but ignored him. She quickly raised the sniper gun again and pulled the trigger at a big black cross-country.

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