Ace of the Dragon Division

Joker card!

Here they come!

Outsiders!

Still that familiar scene and familiar way of meeting, whenever a card falls in the air, someone dies!

Because the stranger will act.

And this time, outside the open-air media room of the Ministry of Defense building, the minister held a press conference in front of the public to prove that the visitors had been wiped out, but the visitors finally reappeared after a few months of silence!

With the assassination of the minister, the citizens of the United States are reminded once again of the fear of New York City being ruled!

In the U.S. Department of Defense morgue, an expert took a poker card and looked at it.

Not just him, including at the round tables.

These dropped cards were placed on their desks.

Every face is a little unnatural.

“What do you mean? ”

“Based on the ability of some of the police at the scene to rush into the building and surround it with nothing, together with this poker card, and the modus operandi, it is certain that the guest is an unquestionable stranger. ”

Morgan and Rockefeller both looked at old Ross.

“It's impossible.” Old Ross firmly asserted: “The stranger had long since been dismantled, their chief had been deposed, two other members had died, and four others had been killed by the Duke Dao An, and it was impossible for anyone else to have this ability. This must be the official's own personal business. We don't have to be so sensitive to associate it with the stranger, and it's possible that the murderer wanted to kill the minister, but was afraid of exposure, so the impersonation of the stranger was planted on the stranger. It must be so. Don't you believe the Duke doesn't believe me? If you don't believe me, don't you have a routine lately? If the strangers were still here, would they have done it already? ”

The other two also make sense.

"In short, the strangers have long been a thing of the past, and what we need to do now is to restore the benefits and teams that we lost together. ”

None of the members of the round table took this matter seriously.

And vengeance begins.

At the headquarters of the Assassins Alliance.

Since the dissolution of the guest, the Caesar disciples have been guarding the League of Killers. This is already the property of the guest, and they don't know where to go, so they stayed here.

However, the guest had promised to warn or deal with the Israeli military family, Moktor, who knew that the guest had lost his word, which had led Solo to be hunted down by Moktor's men and could only run back to the Coalition of Killers for temporary refuge.

He called the Caesar disciples and said, “What's going on? Is that what you strangers do? I spent a billion dollars buying my life's safety, and now I'm being hunted down by the Moctaws, and I'm not going to die for a while, but I'm afraid I'm going to crash in the ditch on a day when anyone relaxes their guard! You guys promised me you wouldn't count? ”

The Caesar disciples were also unable to help.

“The stranger has actually been dissolved.” Caesar sighed.

“Dismissed?” Solo is speechless: "An inexhaustible stranger, dissolved? What the hell, are you kidding me? No, I want the League of Killers back! ”

At that point, shots were fired outside Headquarters, and a group of people rushed in with guns and opened fire on the front desk customer service personnel, shooting and screaming and screaming from downstairs.

Soro's face changed.

Moctaw's men are coming.

“Solo, do you think I wouldn't dare come in here and kill you? Without the inmates' shelter, where are you going?” Downstairs, the Young Master of the Moctaws smiled and crossed over from the bodies of customer service, saying: “Come down, you can escape the first year, you can't escape fifteen, come down to beg me, maybe I will have mercy on you. ”

Just after that, Soro walked down the stairs, followed by two Caesar disciples.

“This is the headquarters of the League of Killers. How dare you spread wild here?” Soro looked at the young master of the Moctaw family and said, somewhat unbelievably.

“You are only one man, but I, the Moctaws, am a power of the great nation, and even if the killers give you face, they must measure whether they offend us to avenge you. Besides, you've left the killer league. ”

Speaking of which, the Moctaws looked around and asked strangely, “Where is it? The one who said he was going to protect your stranger? Let me see. Where are they? You really think you're the boss of the underground world? It's just that the old generations of us don't say anything, but to tear our faces apart, in our eyes, strangers are garbage! I wanted to say something a while ago, but he didn't give us face. What kind of bird is he? Now, listen to the United States government, they've all been shot, laughed at, and the emperor of the mercenary world, the spokesperson for the underground world? So the people who don't know anything about it lift them up, really think of themselves as the boss here? I'm gonna kill you here today! I'm going to hit the stranger's face today, and I'm going to tell everyone in the underground world that it's not your turn, you new scumbags, to be the boss. I'm going to see how the stranger can protect you today. ”

“Why didn't you say that a month ago?” Then Caesar smiled, “Now that the strangers are gone, you have come to glow. ”

Young Master Moctaw thought he heard wrong, looked at Caesar, walked up to him and looked at him, “Who the hell are you? ”

Just as he was about to rip Caesar's collar, he saw an exotic pattern in his chest.

The Moktor family master stunned for a moment, and his face subsided and his subconscious swallowed.

Then he put down his rude hands and said, "Anyway, Solo has to die today, regardless of what you strangers do. ”

Caesar's apprentice looked out the window and saw the number of mercenaries with guns inside and outside, and he whispered in Caesar's ear: "There are more than fifty members! ”

Young Master Moctaw smiled and looked at Caesar and said, “One yard at a time. One more thing is better than the other. You two can go, but Solo must stay. ”

Caesar: "Give us a face, let him go. ”

"To whom do I owe the honor?" cried the Master of the Moctaws. Are you the stranger boss? Don't think I don't know. You two are the only ones left. Are you sure you want to fight with one of the strongest Israeli mercenaries behind me today? ”

“Give us a face!” Caesar reiterated.

Young Master Mowkdor's face sank: “Do you not understand human language? In your honor? Okay, then don't go. You can stay too. You can't drink a toast without a forfeit! I'll kill the strangers today! ”