September 13, 2007 at 22:30

There are few pedestrians on the Tower Bridge in London, and occasionally a few cars are running slowly. The water under the bridge looks dark, reflecting a few lights of the buildings by the river. The flashing lights make the river look deeper and darker.

Just like London's alias "Mist City", a huge fog covers the entire city of London, and there is a pungent smell of automobile exhaust in the air. After several years of yelling about the rectification environment, it seems that it has not produced any effect in London. The visibility is extremely low, and it can only be seen that the distance is five or six meters. The good people are naturally staying at home and enjoying family life. At this moment, they are still out for a walk, and only those living in the dark world are living.

A luxurious black Japanese Honda van slowly drove past the London Bridge. The headlights on the front of the car could not shine through the thick fog. The people in the car could only listen to the crazy screams of the heavy metal band while cursing the bad weather in London.

A man in black clothes watched the car drive past, and made a few unidentified snorting coldly, threw away the Cuban cigar at hand, watched a spark of fire falling into the river quickly, and followed the van with a light pace, but the speed was not much slower. A pair of sharp eyes stared at the red turn signal behind the car at a distance of more than ten meters.

The car passed the door of a bar. The man in black hesitated for a moment and walked quickly over the door. The dim red light from the door could vaguely distinguish the person's face. His long black hair scattered on his shoulders, yellow skin, straight nose bridge, firm mouth, and then a pair of eyes that revealed a cold light. He was about 1.85 meters tall and thin, tightly wrapped in a black leather, and his collar was upright, making it impossible to recognize him accurately.

This person is called Yi Chen.

The tracked van slowly moved forward, gradually penetrated into a dark street in the old town of London, and then stopped at a corner. Several big men cursed getting out of the car, and they were holding the M11 micro submachine gun in their hands, without any mind that anyone might have noticed them. A homeless man huddled tightly on the street wrapped his thorny blanket on his body and closed his eyes tightly.

A big man walked towards him slowly, inserted the submachine gun in his hand into the pocket of his pants behind his butt, took out his little brother, and started urinating happily beside the homeless man. After shaking for a few times, he loudly said to the homeless man: "Baoshi, it's really bad weather today, right? Does my urine smell good? Damn, you're really a bastard." Several other big men not far away laughed. The man took out a few bills from his pocket and threw them on the homeless man, shouting: "I'm in a good mood today, I'll give you some money. Get away next time, don't stroll around here. Get out, now!"

The homeless man quickly picked up the money, picked up all his belongings and slipped away along the eaves.

Yi Chen slowly hid into a dark corner on the side of the road, with a cold smile on his lips, and quietly looked at the big men twenty meters away. The fog could not affect Yi Chen's sight at all.

In addition, there were seven big men in black suits and weapons in their hands. They raised two large metal boxes from the van. They closed the car door and prepared to break into an alley. About two hundred meters from here was where their boss's headquarters was located.

Less than two meters after walking out, a drunk man covered in wine smelly arms around a woman in her clothes and walked over from the opposite side of the street. Suddenly, he pointed at one of the big men and laughed: "Hey, what are you doing? Are the underworld smuggling drugs? Ah... This prostitute is also under your control?"

Seven submachine guns turned on the insurance at the same time, and a big man in the lead said to the drunk man indifferently: "I don't know the woman you made. If I know, then I'm really our boss's person... You whore, you should get out of here."

The drunk man pushed the woman forward fiercely, pushed her to the feet of the big men and screamed, then slowly swayed to the leading man, and said with a chuckle: "What? If I don't leave, will you shoot me to death? Do you dare to shoot me."

The leading man was shocked to find that the drunk man's eyes were so clear and full of murderous aura. He was about to scream, but it was too late. The drunk man waved his right hand hard. It was originally a rough human hand, but thick black hair and sharp claws had quickly grown in the air. He tore off the big man's neck cleanly and knocked his body away with his left hand.

In an instant, the drunk man had turned into an upright werewolf, his blood-red eyes exuded a feverish murderous aura, and his hands quickly took out the hearts of the two men behind him.

The remaining four raised their guns, but they forgot the woman on the ground. The woman twisted like a snake a few times, and her body was soft and boneless, and her toxic fingernails gently slashed the neck artery of the four men, and then hissed and gently licked a trace of blood from her fingers.

The werewolf rushed towards the seven corpses and vented wildly at the corpse. The flesh and blood were flying everywhere, and the human internal organs, bones and muscles covered the ground within a radius of five meters. It was not until the corpse turned into meat sauce that the werewolf stopped.

The woman, whose snake-like scales were already covered with snakes, whispered in dissatisfaction: "Off, enough, they are dead, they are ready for the next time."

Off nodded, spat hard at the remains of the corpse, and cursed: "May God bring your souls to hell, damn miscellaneous people."

The two of them were about to turn around and leave, and a cool and beautiful voice had already been touched: "God will forgive their sins, but they will never forgive aliens like you." A milky white cross sword energy emitting holy light hit the werewolf. The young werewolf let out a miserable snorkeling, and the flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the fur was blown away ten meters away.

The snake girl turned around suddenly and carefully prepared her own defense. She didn't dare to look at her companions' situation. She screamed nervously: "Damn it, are you the priests of the Holy See? Who wants you to meddle in other people's business?"

Two figures slowly appeared from the fog. One was a pretty girl in a white robe, her short golden hair exuded a charming luster in the night, and the other was a tall young man in a black robe, with a cruel look on her cold face.

The snake girl slowly retreated in shock, shook her head and said, "I can deal with a priest, plus an executioner of the Inquisition, I have no choice. Hello, that fool werewolf is left to you and let me leave. How about it? I was also ordered to assist him, and I don't want to fight for him."

The young man said coldly: "No, you must be responsible for the death of these seven people."

After glanced at the 'corpse' that could not be distinguished in the slightest, the snake girl asked him hesitantly: "You have arrived long ago? Hissing, why don't you save your kind?"

The girl snorted coldly: "The lost Lamb must accept the punishment given by God, but you must also accept the judgment of justice." There was a sacred and inviolable expression on her face.

The snake girl spat: "Hell, damn God's judgment? Justice judgment? Bah..." She suddenly turned around and ran away. The series of afterimages showed her amazing speed and instantly disappeared into the thick fog.

The two young men from the Holy See were stunned. They did not expect that the snake girl would really abandon her companion and run away. The girl said angrily: "Has she really escaped like this?"

The young man sneered, stared at the young werewolf who had finally gotten up, and said with satisfaction: "It doesn't matter, there is another person to take back. At least we have found the main culprit who attacked humans twice in a row, right?" The girl pondered for a moment and showed a cheerful smile.

The young werewolf yelled out anger: "I will die, and I will not let you take me away." The astonishing speed exploded instantly. With powerful force, he grabbed two young men thirty claws in a row.

The incident happened at the same time. Two guys who should be the seven great men's companions walked out of the alley, and were still muttering similar complaints about why they didn't come yet. They appeared next to two young men from the Holy See. The two young men were slightly disturbed by them and almost got injured under the claws of the werewolf, and their bodies flashed out in a hurry.

The two big men looked at the continuous claw wind tear out long marks on the ground and the messy pool of flesh and blood on the ground. They were about to scream when a cross light and a dark light hit the chest of the two people respectively. The two young men from the Holy See were heavily knocked away by three people in strange black robes that suddenly appeared in the thick fog.

Three people wearing medieval European wizard robes quickly approached the werewolf, grabbed him and ran away. Before leaving, they did not forget to step on the chest of a big man.

Two people from the Holy See rose up in a panic, and looked at the four black shadows disappearing into the thick fog in anger, and were too lazy to care about the two big men on the ground. The young man said coldly: "Anyway, I'm hitting my 'Sacred Light Cross Sword' and that person's magic attack, and I can't survive. There is no need to clean up the sighting scene. After all, this is an old city in London, and there are very few people at night." The girl felt that it was reasonable, and the two staggered and walked away quickly.

Yi Chen, who watched a good show, smiled a little, walked out of the invisibility lightly and quickly, picked up the two metal boxes that fell to the ground with satisfaction, nodded, turned around and left.

A big man lying at the entrance of the alley suddenly made a faint cry for help: "Friend, save me, please save me, I will thank you, I swear to God, I will thank you. For God's sake..."

Yi Chen quickly approached him and slowly squatted down to look at his face. The big man took advantage of the faint light on the roadside to see Yi Chen's face clearly and said in surprise: "Oh my God, it's China Yi, it's great. Save me, go and notify our boss."

Yi Chen showed a sarcastic smile and slowly said to him in a skillful London-accented English: "First, I don't believe in God. Second, why do you know me?" He slapped the big man in the chest with a hard palm. His powerful true energy instantly destroyed all the tissues in the big man's body. He slapped another big man's chest and observed it intently. Yi Chen quickly walked along the street with two metal boxes.

A block away, at a dark corner, an extended white Rolls-Royce car was quietly parked on the side of the road. A tall black man, wearing a straight tuxedo, wearing snow-white silk gloves, and a short silver-white buzz cut on his head, standing solemnly at the car door. Seeing Yi Chen approaching, he quickly opened the car door and respectfully took the metal box from Yi Chen's hand. After Yi Chen got into the car, he threw the two metal boxes into the back box, sat in the car himself, and closed the door.

In the driver's seat, there was a black man who was exactly the same as the black man's appearance and dress. He quickly started the car and left.

In the wide car of Rolls-Royce, in addition to Yi Chen and the black man who opened the door, there was also a young man. His blood-red short hair was extremely messy, his upper body was a pitch-black jeans, his lower half was a white jeans, and his feet were wearing Adidas sneakers. He was watching the adult movies played on the small TV in the car. The speaker was turned on very much, and the actress's moans and gasps were enough to make ordinary people crazy.

Seeing Yi Chen sitting in, the young man turned off the TV boredly, turned his head and asked, "Boss, everything is OK? Why do you need such trouble? Whoever of us takes action, aren't these things easy to get?" There was a huge sword mark on his face, which was scratched from the corner of his left eye to the chin on his right, adding a few cold attraction to his handsome face. The light blue eyeballs represent his European bloodline.

Yi Chen easily took a cocktail served by the black man, took a sip and exclaimed sincerely, "Gor, you are the best bartender in the world." Regardless of the implicit pride that the black man showed, Yi Chen gently tsk to the young man and said, "Jester, I just want to feel the wonderful feeling of walking through London in the night. Moreover, if you can save your energy as much as possible, why do you have to take action by yourself?"

Jester smiled coldly and was about to reach out and turn on the TV. Yi Chen hurriedly said: "This time it was very lively. The big bear lost nine good players, and the orc seriously injured one... Well..." After thinking about it, Yi Chen said: "The Holy See sent a young man from the Inquisition, who is not very old."

Jester almost jumped up, a faint red light surged on his body, and suddenly sat down fiercely and said slowly: "Is that right... Boss, don't worry, I won't cause trouble for them... I won't do it now."

Yi Chen smiled: "This is the best way to make money. What are the benefits of fighting and killing? Money is the most important thing." Pressing the call button on the front desk, Yi Chen said easily: "Phil, stop at the door of the house, I'll go to the venue to take a look. You go back first and clean up the things. I don't look comfortable with those messy things."

Phil, who was driving, smiled knowingly and nodded silently.

The white car stopped in a relatively remote street in London's new city. Yi Chen slowly got off the car and stood at the door of a nightclub called "Chinatown". The car went straight to the underground garage behind.

Yi Chen walked into the door, and more than a dozen black men with wide eyebrows and staring at him greeted him with a smile on their faces, and said flatteringly: "Boss, everything is fine today, there is no situation."

Yi Chen nodded: "Where is Tiaozi?"

The black man who seemed to be the foreman hurriedly said, "It's normal for Tiaozi to come. The taxes for this month have been given to them, and it's not as good as Lai yet. The boss is very proud of his face and they dare not do anything randomly." Yi Chen nodded with satisfaction and had already entered a smoky nightclub.

It was said to be the "Chinatown" nightclub, but there was no such classical and elegant taste as China. A heavy metal band twisted wildly on the stage, making noise. More than a dozen blonde and blue-eyed beauties were trembling around them, showing their young and beautiful bodies naked.

In the middle of the venue, countless young people twitched and twitched, and their mouths were spitting out wisps of marijuana smoke from time to time. On the side of the venue, two girls who looked no more than fourteen years old probably had eaten too much ecstasy, their bodies were lying on the railing, their heads were shaking wildly, and the jeans on their lower bodies were stripped off. Two black men were twitching wildly, and there were a few young people in disarray laughing and preparing to take turns to work.

In the semi-enclosed box around, the snow-white bodies were entangled and twisted with each other. Occasionally, there were a few crys of help, but they were immediately covered by something. Several homosexual men came to Yi Chen with a smile, but were immediately punched by a black man beside Yi Chen. More than a dozen hawkers selling marijuana and other drugs smiled and signaled to Yi Chen, and quickly shipped the goods and collected money, saying hello and doing business.

Yi Chen walked into the most luxurious private room. A stunningly fat white middle-aged man was caring with a few men of vague Italian descent surrounded by a group of bodyguards. He had long been away from where his pants were. Two pretty girls were serving him with their mouths, and the men next to him were also slutty and entangled with the women around him.

Seeing Yi Chen coming in, the fat white man quickly greeted him warmly: "China Yi, come and introduce you to some friends. These are good friends from Italy. Let's talk to me about a business. You are safe here, so I'm here. Don't you object?"

Yi Chen smiled: "Big bear, aren't you afraid that those girls will betray you when talking about business?"

The big bear's face changed, and he slapped the two women around him several times, drove them out, put on his trousers and said, "There's no way, I just like to play with some women... Hey, fuck, China Yi, your business is really good, I envy you. There are police officers who go to copy cards in my place every few days, and I've given the taxes too."

Yi Chen sat down, patted a woman beside her on the butt and drove her away, and said with a smile: "You are doing too big business, it's hard for them to not pay attention to you. Learn from me, there is no problem with little drugs."

The big bear muttered a few words, just like: "Fuck, are you doing a small business?" and then, the cell phone of a bodyguard next to him rang.

The big bear took the phone and just answered a few words, his face changed drastically. He said sorry in a hurry, and took a group of subordinates and a few Italians and walked out quickly. Yi Chen said coldly, "I can keep the bills you drink." The big bear agreed perfunctorily. Yi Chen smiled and wrote at least twenty times the price on the bill, nagging: "Every big money and small money must be made, and the gold mountains are also saved up one by one."

After patrolling the venue, there was indeed nothing unusual. He kicked away the two girls who hugged each other and kissed each other desperately, and Yi Chen hurried into a small door behind the bar.

The guard here is not the black man like the one at the door, but a strong man with light blue eyes, golden hair, firm face, typical Germanic blood. Behind the narrow passage about ten meters is a small room, with several sofas and two pool tables placed in it. More than a dozen Germans were playing billiards attentively. When they saw Yi Chen coming in, they quickly stood at him and bowed to Yi Chen.

Yi Chen nodded, touched a corner of the small room, flashed into a secret door, and walked a few more steps to a spacious secret room. The luxurious layout felt a bit like the palaces of the Middle East.

A big man with a height comparable to Gore, who was terrifyingly strong and stubborn, was sitting on the sofa in a corner fiddling with the pistol in his hand. When he saw Yi Chen enter, he just nodded coldly and immediately turned all his attention into the weapons in his hand.

Yi Chen asked the Gore and Phil brothers who were holding a glass of red wine in their hands: "Have you pointed out the number?"

Phil nodded: "Cash is 100 million, and there are still diamonds worth 50 million. The big bear is going to be sad."

Jester twisted his body powerlessly on the sofa: "The two boxes have been destroyed, and there is no dregs at all. There is no sign on the banknotes, and diamonds are also an internationally common cutting method, without any mistakes."

A beautiful girl with snow-white tight clothes, silver-white long hair was wavy and spread to her buttocks, and her eyes were strange and green, wrapped around Yi Chen's body, licked Yi Chen's ears with her tongue, and murmured, "Boss, do you want me to accompany you?"

Yi Chen shook his head: "It's not possible today, tomorrow... Feli, behave, don't mess around. If you have time, please contact those agents to see if there are any new tasks. If it's too difficult, don't take it. How is Chekov's progress?"

Feili hung tightly on Yi Chen's body and said vaguely: "He has just conquered the main system of a Swiss bank. He is now watching the live performance of the great obligation of human family generation. He uses his hands to feel the erupting pleasure... God, boss, you drive that guy away, the whole computer room is filled with his pungent semen smell, I can't stand it."

Jester laughed: "Baby Philey, I can burn that guy's thing, and I guarantee that there will be no trouble in the future... Hahahahaha, why isn't it pungent when you pester your boss?"

More than a dozen ice prisms suddenly appeared on Feli's right hand, and then roared and flew towards Jester. Jester's face changed, and a red fire shield appeared in front of him quickly. Ice and fire came into contact with each other and immediately exploded. Phil's thick palm hit the floor hard, and a thick air barrier appeared around the bursting energy, weakening the damage to the surrounding environment, but it also turned several ebony-gold-inlaid sofas into ashes.

Yi Chen patted his forehead in distress: "God, don't make trouble. It's been 370,000 US dollars this month to replace furniture. If you have time, please teach Kane's men more and don't waste your abilities." The Germanic man sitting in the corner gestured to everyone politely, and in a blink of an eye, he began to play with a pistol in his hand again.

Yi Chen sighed and forced Feili to pull down his jade body, moved his body, which was strangled and a little painful, and said, "Today is my day to practice. I will soon break through from the twelve Yuanchen to the twenty-eight constellations. Don't disturb me, pay attention to the rumors on the market carefully to see if there is any abnormal movement."

Everyone understood that this was not the time to make jokes, so they stood up and nodded in agreement.

Yi Chen pondered for a moment and said a little irresponsibly: "Those guys outside, please be careful. Those girls who are too young are not allowed to let them in in the future. It would be fine if they eat some soft drugs. If such crazy sex is killed in our venue, it will be a problem... Also, the protection fee given by those vendors to us will be half a percent later, because the number of young people taking drugs in the venue has increased a lot, so they can't be cheaper."

After explaining the matter, Yi Chen was about to walk to the elevator in one corner of the room. A thin Russian young man suddenly rushed out from the secret door in another corner. His upper body was wrinkled, and his dirt-filled pants in the lower half didn't zip it up. When he saw Yi Chen, he cheered and pounced on him: "Dear boss, do you know? I broke through the account system of the Swiss bank, which is known as the most stringent in the world. Oh, this is the greatest achievement. You should give me a million bonus."

Yi Chen kicked him out and stepped on his head and said coldly: "First, what you broke through is the system of a Swiss bank, not the system of a Swiss bank; second, you change it and talk to me, otherwise I will consider giving you one million yen for your one million bonus. Kane, take Chekov to wash it well. There is a high-pressure car washer in the garage, and use that thing to deal with him." Then he walked into the elevator...

Kane jumped up quickly and slowly walked to Chekov's side, showing a kind smile. Chekov smiled awkwardly: "Dear Mr. Kane, I will handle my own affairs myself and do not need to be washed with high-pressure water column."

Kane said seriously: "No, the boss's order is to use a high-pressure water column... the order must be obedient." A thick 10.11mm caliber Browning pistol aimed at Chekov's head. Chekov shivered and followed him honestly. Ten minutes later, a shrill howl and a wave of Russian curses resounded through the night sky...
Chapter completed!