The young man in black military uniform put his sword into its sheath and let out a clear, killing cry similar to that of an iron horse. This is the unique charm of cold weapons.
He was going to walk all the way down the stairs, leaving some time for the other person to die without hesitation.
In the office, Leonard's grip on the walkie-talkie gradually relaxed, and he slumped limply on the large boss chair.
He has received the news that the mercenary army has been lost. Although it is unbelievable, he also knows what he will face next.
He looked out the window with blank golden eyes, looking at this former
The city that had been "dominated" then showed a scarlet and greedy smile.
"Hey, Carmon, it's me." The old man opened the drawer, took out a phone, and dialed the only contact number on it.
"Master." The man's rich voice sounded after three seconds of silence.
"I don't have much time. Listen carefully, I will only speak once." The old man said after pondering for a while.
"Yes." The man opposite didn't ask any further questions.
"The previously formulated plan will be implemented ahead of schedule. The funds will be withdrawn from the account previously transferred to the Swiss bank by the Miller Group. The account password is ****. Be sure to find me the best bounty hunter." Leonard Finished in one breath.
"I remember." The man responded.
"Do you have anything else to add?" the other person asked again, his tone still calm.
It seemed that he was completely unable to understand Leonard's mood at the moment.
"As soon as possible, as soon as possible." The old man sat on the office chair. After a period of psychological construction, he was slightly less panic at this moment.
He's just a young boy. No matter how well trained these ordinary people are, they will always be trash.
He stretched out his hand and took out a colorful syringe from the drawer. After rolling up his sleeve, he gritted his teeth and injected it.
The wrinkles on the face that had already appeared due to aging were compacted in one place again, and the blue veins popped out, making it look even more ugly and ferocious.
"Damn guy, I'm waiting for you here." The old man lowered his head, sat on the office chair, breathed heavily and cursed in a low voice, his eyes becoming increasingly fierce.
"Dong, dong, dong..." After an unknown amount of time, the sound of powerful footsteps began to reach Leonard's ears after he had been strengthened by injections.
The visitor did not deliberately restrain his traces, so that the old man could hear the strong beating of the heart, which contained the terrifying explosive energy of a volcano.
Suddenly, Leonard raised his head suddenly because he found that the footsteps and heartbeat outside the door strangely disappeared at this moment.
The old man did not hesitate, raised the gun with a hand covered with dragon scales, and fired a burst of bullets in front of him. The ferocious bullets made multiple bullet holes in the wooden sliding door. Sparse light came out along the small holes, and no one was seen.
Leonard exhaled heavily, wondering in his heart that he was too nervous and heard wrongly? The next second, pale golden eyes appeared strangely behind the door. Outside the originally empty door, a young man in black uniform stood holding a sword.
The gray-haired old man's eyes widened with a look of horror in his pupils. One vertical and one horizontal, two straight cross sword marks broke through the door from the outside and entered the door, followed by a kick that completely shattered the door.
The handsome young man walked in holding a frost-white ancient sword in his right hand and a magnificent scabbard in his left hand. His pale cheeks were still splattered with a few drops of bright red blood that had not been wiped off. The golden pupils exposed under the black forehead were so cold and murderous.
Leonard snapped the magazine, stepped back, and fired at the young man. But he just waved his sword slightly, and all the alchemy bullets aimed at the vital points were split in the air. The warheads exploded into flames in the air, but were blown away by the strong wind.
It is somewhat similar to the use of Yan Ling·Wuchen Land, but it requires strict control of the intensity and direction of the wind flow before it can be used.
"Reynard?" A burst of smoke filled the air, and the young man sheathed his sword and stared at the white-haired old man in a suit with emotionless golden eyes.
"The ace commissioner of the executive department of Kassel College?" the old man said slowly, leaning against the blinds. Outside the window were the tops of various buildings.
Being high in the sky, he had no way to escape.
"No, I'm still a student for now." Li Longyuan corrected him.
"Your college is really full of talents." Seeing that the young man in front of him was willing to take the time to talk to him, the old man's tight muscles hidden under his suit relaxed a little.
"Can I know your name?" Leonard used honorifics to this young man who was probably under twenty years old.
"crownprince." Li Yongyuan reported the operation code name.
Unexpectedly, this word made the old man's eyes light up.
"It seems that you are an ambitious person." Leonard keenly felt the strong aura of royal power from this code name.
"Have you never thought that one day, you can really control the world like the ancient crown prince?" The old man had a flattering smile on his face, like a dog wagging its tail begging for mercy.
"Tell me what you think." Li Longyuan showed an interested smile and allowed this guy to continue talking.
"Of course we must overturn the current rules and regulations in which the strong and the weak coexist peacefully. Only when the dragon monarch awakens to dominate the world can the actual status of us mixed-race species be improved."
"At that time, they will be the emperors who control the world. Wouldn't our status be equivalent to the crown prince?" Leonard's remarks became more and more crazy.
"Perhaps when they wake up, they will only treat you as a usable dog." The young man's somewhat indifferent speech stopped his crazy imagination. Obviously, these fanatical brainwashing remarks were not enough to impress him.
"What about immortality? How about being as immortal as the Dragon Clan." Leonard immediately changed his tone, with longing in his eyes.
"You know, the dragon monarch can help Deadpool activate the serum in his body and extend his lifespan to a great extent. My great-great-grandfather, Abel Miller, is an immortal species who has lived for thousands of years." The old man was almost tall in the end. Shouting this magical word also revealed the deepest secret buried by the Miller family.
They are equivalent to the dragon clan's secrets buried in the human world, always ready to strike back. He holds the supreme power to control the life and death of ordinary people, and has an almost immortal lifespan.
Anyone who sees this rich and tempting promise of reward will be tempted to agree.
"You want me to believe you with just a few words?" Li Longyuan said with a sneer. He still showed considerable caution.
"Of course, I must have evidence. My old man is sleeping in the ice cellar of this building. Can I take you to see him?" Leonard explained quickly with a smile.
"Take me there." The young man in black held the sword and raised the corners of his mouth with an arrogant and confident smile. It seems to be telling Leonard that I've got you.
"Please come with me." The old man stood up, made a gesture of invitation with his left hand, and stretched his right hand towards the cuff of his trousers without any trace.
The clanging sound of gold and iron rubbing against each other suddenly came out, and an ancient frost-cold sword had been inserted straight into the old man's chest. Dark red blood gurgled out, soaking his shirt.
Leonard raised his head and looked at the young man who was still smiling slightly, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.
"How...how do you know...I'm lying to you..." The old man used his last strength to speak.
