Chapter 732： 732: One man and one woman

The huge power contained in Sachs's kick directly knocked the invisible assassin out of his figure. The two-meter-diameter cement pillar was knocked into a large hole, and the cement **** fell to the ground.

The female police officer subconsciously opened her mouth.

What power is this?

Is it a power evolutionary?

As for Stella pouting her mouth, carefully picking up the snacks in the package on the ground, while picking it up, whispering bad things about Sarches, completely not paying attention to the current scene.

"An assassin at the level of a great swordsman."

Sarches turned around in disdain, went into several supermarkets with Stella to buy a few snack packs, and stopped her thoughts.

The female police officer did not dare to chase, she was worried that she would accidentally be slapped to death with her small arms and legs.

The leader of the evolutionary action team stopped the chasing colleagues.

"The target is at least the B-level evolutionary. Ordinary firearms are no longer useful to him. Tell the Flying Tigers and Flying Dragons!"

Xu Zekun said unwillingly, "You can't help it?"

Squad leader Zong Ming shook his head, pointing to the assassin whose entire abdomen was sunken, and said: "Preliminary estimates are that the guy who is dressed like a little devil ninja is at least a B-level evolutionary. It is beyond the scope of our team's responsibility and can kill with a single kick. With the existence of the B-level evolutionary, let's go and die!"

"The higher level has already announced that after determining that the target is the B-level evolutionary, it must be handed over to the Flying Tigers and Flying Dragons. The existence of that level cannot be solved by the stuff in our hands." Zong Ming patted the HK417 rifle in his hand. Said.

Xu Zekun nodded and asked someone to help the female police officer back. This time the operation failed and he must go back and write a report.

"Xinzhisuke is dead."

At a coffee shop a few kilometers away from the fighting area, Zhou Leng's face became cold, knowing that the matter was serious, it seemed that this time it might be a mentor-level powerhouse, and there are still more than one, which is not what he can fight now.

"Hey! Boss, the idea is hard, I may not be able to solve it." Zhou Leng called Yitzhak directly.

It's a pity that Yitzhak hasn't responded yet, and an unfamiliar voice sounded.

"Yes, call a few more people, you can't figure it out."

Zhou Leng turned his head abruptly, just in time to see a man and a woman walking in formal attire.

Aslan wore a well-tailored suit, that bohemian, perfect interpretation of the suit thug.

Duke Medea's dressing is much simpler, a delicate lady's suit with a high ponytail, full of maturity and intellectual taste.

The most eye-catching thing is the appearance of the two men against the sky, which makes many people around subconsciously look at them.

He Ji couldn't help showing a stunning smile after seeing the two, but he didn't notice Zhou Leng's trembling body.

Not only Zhou Leng, but even the few men around him are no exception.

"Do you know me?" Duke Medea asked curiously, feeling Zhou Leng's soul trembling.

Zhou Leng shook his head subconsciously, but his shaking his head made people feel that there was no silver in this place.

"It seems to be an acquaintance." Aslan finished speaking, he pulled back the chair of Zhou Leng's table.

Zhou Leng was the first one of his subordinates to take the lead, so he turned and ran away.

Aslan and the others may not remember well, but as the first-class forces in the mainland, they naturally know the appearance of Duke Medea, the number one powerhouse in the North Continent.

They never expected that the Duke of Medea would appear in front of them alive like this, and he was still the target of their ambush this time.

The other party just ran two steps, and there was no sound, the other party's head exploded directly.

Obviously there were snipers around to lock this place, which caused exclamations from the guests in the open-air cafe for a while. The surrounding people dispersed, only Zhou Leng and his party were sitting quietly on the spot.

He Ji also noticed the weird things, but Zhou Leng didn't move, so he didn't dare to move.

"What's the matter?" A familiar voice came from the phone, causing Aslan to raise his eyebrows.

Aslan waved to him and motioned to the other party to hand over the phone.

Zhou Leng took a deep breath and shouted loudly, "Duke Medea is here."

As soon as the words came out, the mobile phone quickly hung up.

Aslan instantly confirmed the identity of the other party.

"Where is Yitzhak?" Aslan asked coldly.

Zhou Leng shook his head and said, "I don't know."

Duke Medea waved with one hand, and a huge force directly smashed Zhou Leng against the wall on the side, directly knocking the wall down.

He Ji looked stunned, and the hand that held up the coffee kept shaking.

He just heard something, Duke of Medea.

What duke?

The evolutionary from over there in Europe?

"Puff!" Zhou Leng spouted blood.

"Haha, the Marquis of Aslan really didn't expect you to come in person."

Zhou Leng struggled to stand up from the wall and said while vomiting blood.

Aslan shook his head. He knew very well that he couldn't get any useful information from Zhou Leng.

"Since you don't say it, then you have no use value." Aslan finished speaking, he got up and left.

Zhou Leng was stunned. He originally wanted to bargain. For a person like him who was afraid of death, he would not sacrifice himself for the so-called loyalty.

Raul and Lok Ang came on both sides. The two had changed into black suits, but Raul wore sunglasses and black gloves, completely dressed up as a gangster bodyguard, while Lok Ang had gold-rimmed glasses and white gloves, completely urban. Elite appearance.

"Hello, don't you plan to ask again?" Zhou Leng shouted.

Aslan waved his hand and did not speak.

Lok Ang and Raul pushed hard with their feet, and they killed Zhou Leng and his men.

One of them turned into a white giant, exuding a mentor-level aura, but in front of Lok Ang, he didn't even need to draw the sword, just a fluttering punch, which directly exploded the opponent's head, red and white. Zhiwu sprayed He Ji's face directly, making his body tremble, but he didn't dare to move at all.

He could only watch the fighting in front of him, Zhou Leng was directly cut off by Raul, and the others were smashed into flesh with a punch by Lok Ang.

When the police arrived, He Ji couldn't help crying, his pants were already soaked.

As soon as a few newcomer police rushed in, they couldn't help but vomit when they saw the mud on the ground.

He Ji rolled over to the inspector who led the team in, crying.

"Help!"

He was really shocked.

"What happened?" the inspector shouted.

"A man and a woman came in and said a few words to my partner, and then the man and woman let their men kill my partner..."

Because of the fear, it was difficult for He Ji to speak, and the whole person was a little crazy, especially the meaty and possibly brainy objects on his body, which made the inspector subconsciously want to distance himself from He Ji.