Chapter 390

Peace has been restored at home, but somewhere in the dense forest abroad

Following the path hidden in the woods, the tall man carefully hid his trace and drilled into the seemingly dense and overgrown trees. As soon as the appearance of the primeval forest changed, it became a hidden residence.

It seems that the house has been abandoned for a long time. The external walls of the house have been covered with vine and soft leaves. The insects set up camp peacefully. Only the door made of dark glass survived. The man who habitually climbs along the wall is stunned. He has no choice but to bite his teeth and enter through the front door.

He could not help shaking his body a little unaccustomed. As an assassin who is good at assassinating, he entered from the main gate with such impartiality and without camouflage, and a sense of uneasy disobedience sprouted in his heart.

But the anxiety in his heart was even more so that he had no time to take these details into consideration. He missed the call when he was supposed to be out of the mission. When he received the message again, he replied that there was no answer. His instinct told him that something had happened to the organization.

He thought that he would simply escape and never return to the organization, but he was short of money and supplies, so he had to take the risk to return to the base. He made up his mind to get out as soon as he found something wrong.

After a few months, the building of the organization is still so ghostly, the man thought.

From the wall of the base, there is an unheard of cold. The man, like a cheetah, walks quietly in the corridor with the sunlight. After turning a corner, the man quickly steps down the stairs. He is getting closer to the warehouse. As long as he gets what he needs, he can say goodbye to the warehouse forever.

His fingers eagerly stroked the metallic code lock.

"Ding."

The warehouse opened. The man breathed a sigh of relief. As soon as he raised his foot to enter, he heard a slight "click" sound coming from behind his head. This sound is familiar to men no more than the sound of loading a bullet.

The man's palm exuded a layer of cold sweat. The visitor was like a ghost. He was not aware of it, let alone ready to fight back. He slightly opened his hands, did not look back, listening attentively to the sound from behind, waiting for the opportunity to move, looking for the opportunity to fight back.

The cold muzzle of the gun hit the back of his head. The man's body a tight, clenched teeth, secretly accumulated strength.

"Who are you?"

The man spoke in Spanish and then changed to two languages. But the other side did not answer, but put the muzzle of the gun on his forehead and pushed him into the cold warehouse.

A man's brow flashed the fierce bloodthirsty vulture.

He suddenly took out his hand and grasped the handlebar against his head. He dodged the muzzle of the gun, twisted his hand and broke it again. The expected scream did not ring. Before he could see the face of the man threatening his life, his wrist suddenly hurt, and his iron tower like body fell out as a sandbag. With a loud bang, the man lay on the wet floor and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The light footstep one by one passed by his side. When he came out again, the men were holding large and small boxes in their hands. The man lying on the ground was still breathing heavily, which made the back muscles strongly protest, even could not shout.

"Put it down My stuff... "

The man endured the pain and murmured, but he could only turn his belly like a embarrassed frog. No matter how many thoughts and doubts he had in his mind, he could only wait to be released.

Like hearing what he said and thought, he looked like a leading man, wearing a playful braid and chewing gum, went to his side and blew the sugar out of his mouth into a perfect sphere.

"Thank you for your cooperation, sir," the man said faintly, "thanks to you, we don't have to bother to crack the code."

Only then did the killer know that it was his uncontrollable behavior that brought about his own destruction.

"Bang bang" two shots rang out. The man's right arm and left leg, which used to hold a knife, were shot, and blood flowed out. The man's eyes were wide open because of severe pain, and there was a long scream from his mouth.

Looking at the man standing, the killer beat the ground with pain and roared: "if you want to kill, hurry up! Do you want to torture me like this! I can't say a word! No

"Yes..." The man side of the head, the corners of his lips but evoke an arc of no temperature smile: "since you say it is torture, then torture you, to meet your wishes."

As soon as he finished, he made a gesture to a bored man beside him. The other side understood him, pulled up the killer who was still panting on the ground and walked to the empty room next to him easily.

Fifteen minutes later.

The door of the room opened. The young man wiped the blood on his face, ran it with his fingertips, and rubbed against the wet wall beside him in disgust.

"Did you do it?"

"Yes."

"Well, I thought how hard his bones were." Said, the man took out a humble cell phone on the ear.

When the phone was connected, the man unconsciously stood at attention, his voice was less chilly and more respectful: "it's me. The last killer was arrested, and the remaining three secret bases have all been accounted for. ""Yes."

Hang up the phone, man's brow is full of contented joy. He spits out the gum, takes out a small round object and sticks it to the wall.

"Withdraw."

In a few minutes.

With a sudden explosion, the fire burst into the sky, causing countless birds and animals in the easy foraging to flee madly, while a jeep carrying a man in black disappeared in the deep forest under the cover of the noisy sound of wild animals.

Xiao house.

Xiao Chen closes his mobile phone and throws a gorgeous parabola into the corner. The mobile phone falls steadily into the clothes basket.

The tired woman is still sleeping. Xiao Chen plays with her pink cheek, and carefully caresses the swollen lip with his fingertips. He hides his big hand in the quilt and lights the fire wantonly on the ignorant woman.

Listening to the woman's groan of begging for mercy, Xiao Chen let her go, kissing her delicate shoulder blade, and whispered: "it's time to get up, my wife."

Xu Yuchu whimpered and couldn't bear to disturb him. He drilled his head into the quilt and didn't move.

It's a pity that Xiao Chen doesn't have the meaning of "cherishing fragrance and jade". Seeing that she is still confused and sleepy, she simply rubs her back and neck with her blue beard.

The sensitive body was gently trembled by the thin pain and itching, and her legs crossed and rubbed involuntarily. Xu Yuchu was forced to shed small tears, opened his eyes and threw a weak accusation look at the man.

"It's time to start." Xiao Chen is satisfied with his "masterpiece". He puts the woman's Pink fist in his arms and sits up with her in his arms.