Rebirth of the Godly Prodigal Chapter 421: Secret of the past
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Japan Today. A suburb of Jingdong, Fengtian Caichao Manor.
This is the most luxurious manor in the entire country of Japan, built in the mountains, the most symbolic retro castle building in Japan, covering an area of 20 square kilometers. Inside the pavilions, the rockery and the flowing water, all the maids in the manor are wearing the most personal kimono, the male servant is the samurai robe, and the Japanese samurai sword with a long and narrow hip. You have to stay away from here.
Otherwise, once considered to be dangerous, these male servants of Fengtian Caichao are very likely to step forward and kill everyone!
Fengtian Manor, Fengtian's president, Wuben Taro's study.
"President, Chief Shiraishi's phone." An assistant hurriedly took a specially designed encrypted phone into Wuben Taro's room and carefully said, "It is the highest level encrypted phone."
"Would he have any trouble?" Gomoto Taro quickly took the call, then waved his hand.
After the assistant left, Shen Teng Wuben asked: "Chief Shiraishi, are you having any trouble using this phone?"
"President," the voices of Shiraishi and Ma are very weak: "Things in the kingdom of heaven are very tricky. The situation of Hong Dali is already established. I request the president to lift the trouble after the danger has not really appeared. Off."
"That Hong Dali is so powerful?" Gomoto Taro took a deep breath and then asked: "Don't you even beat him?"
"No." Shiraishi and Ma slowly said: "I failed, and the defeat is ugly. For Hong Dali. The only thing I can do at present is to minimize his threat as much as possible. "
"It seems that the matter is serious." Gomoto Taro thought for a while, and then asked: "The meaning of Na Yi Chief..."
"Red alert." Shiraishi and Ma finally said only this sentence.
"Okay, I know." Gotaro hung up slowly.
He closed his eyes and leaned on the sofa for a moment, then suddenly shouted: "Come here, call Jiro Hattori!"
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Hanbei Hanzo, a samurai family from the Warring States Period to the early Edo Period. The name "Hanzo" is a name used by the family of clothing to be passed down from generation to generation. In addition, the patriarchs of all dynasties passed down the Shijianshou from generation to generation, so they are also known as the Shibushou.
Tsujiri Hatori, Hanzo of the thirteenth generation.
Jibu Hattori after his father died. Two hundred people congratulated the leaders of Iga. Inherit the title of Hanzo and Shi Jianshou. Nowadays, it is the most important core force of Fengtian Chaebol, responsible for sweeping away all the hidden dangers for Fengtian Chaebol.
The "red alert" that Shiraishi and Ma said earlier was the highest guard that required Gotaro to use Fengtian Caichai. The Iga Ninja led by Hattori Jiro!
Fengtian Manor. Back mountain. Secret underground performance martial arts arena.
The face is tough, and the lines of the face are like a sharp knife, and the Jiro of the clothing department is naked, standing in the middle of the Yanwuchang.
Two people stood in front. A solid wooden stick with a thick arm in each person's hands, held in both hands, eyes fixed on the body of Hatsune Jiro.
These two men have violent muscles, which can be seen from the blood vessels bulging on the surface of the skin. These two people are very difficult to mess with!
"Ah--!!!"
The two yelled violently, clenched the wooden stick in their hands, and rushed towards Kurobe Hiroshi. Fang Yi approached Jiro Hiroshi's body and waved his arms. The sound of breaking the sky, violently drawn to the Jibu Jirou!
One attacked the shoulder and one attacked the head.
How powerful are the strength of these two strong men. Ordinary people, even people of the same physique, are drawn to the body with such a stick, and the broken bones are the lightest, and the brain plasma will be drawn out for normal development.
"It's too slow!" Jiro Takabe waved his arms casually and stopped the wooden stick that he attacked lightly and skillfully.
He played for a while, and Jiro Hatu seemed to be tired of playing. Suddenly, his muscles exploded, "Boom! Boom! Boom!" The whole bones were bursting, and even thundered. "Bang Bang" two boxing out, the wooden stick in the hands of the two people suddenly "Kala Kara" split in two, their bodies flew out, fell on the ground two feet away, hummed for half a day Can get up.
"Too weak." The casual clothes were put on, and Jiro Kobe shook his head helplessly: "How are you doing for the president?"
For such an attack, Hattori said he was quite dissatisfied.
"Mr. Hattori, the president has asked." Jiro Kurobe just got dressed and Gotaro's assistant came slowly and said.
"The president looks for me?" Jiro Hatsumi nodded lightly and said, "Lead the way."
He soon arrived at the president’s study room of Wuben Taro, and a gust of wind from the service department generally flew behind Wuben Taro. He said, "President, I’m here."
Gotaro Gomoto carried his hands on his back, looked at the scenery outside the door, and said softly: "Mr. Takebe, how does the drug we developed before Fengtian Caizhi feel?"
"Very good." Jibe Hattori nodded: "The physical strength and strength have increased by about five times, and the strength has been greatly improved."
Wentamoto said with a smile: "Two years ago, we hired mercenaries from Africa to capture Zhang Yi in the kingdom of heaven. Although the mercenary army was completely destroyed, we got the recipe for this genetically modified injection. At present, the effect is still very good."
"It's a pity that you can't reach the strongest." Takebe Jiro has some regrets: "It would be even better if it could achieve the effect of several dozen times that Zhang Yi improved."
"A lot of things can't be done." Gotaro sighed: "We can get this low-level formula and we can say that it's good luck, high-level, this is really no way."
"Yes." Jiro Takebe thought about it for a while, and then asked: "President, you are looking for me this time because..."
"Chief Shiraishi has failed, this time the opponent is very strong." Gotaro Takamoto said lightly: "The kingdom of heaven has always been the goal of my big empire. It must not allow them to have excellent newcomers to grow up. The name of the goal this time It’s called Hong Dali. At the age of eighteen, you go to the intelligence department to get information and implement a decapitation plan. With your current strength, you want to kill an ordinary eighteen-year-old young man, right?”
"There is no problem." Jiro Takabe replied: "It only takes three seconds for me to let him disappear from this world."
"Okay, I believe in your strength." Gomoto Taro waved gently: "Go and prepare."
"Okay." Jiro Kurobe agreed, and then there was a burst of smoke, and there was no shadow in a second.
"What can make Shiraishi and Ma both admit failure, but it's just that the side of the service is still not safe. After all, Hong Dali, a prodigal, has very good luck. If something goes wrong..." Wuben Taro felt his chin. After thinking about it, I rushed outside and shouted, "Come here, help me contact Sha Ying."
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Mercenaries are a group of professional killers who "eat by war". They were employed in various assassinations, kidnappings, battles, and even coups. The composition of mercenaries is very complex, and there are all kinds of people, but they have one common feature, that is, they all like war, and war is everything in their lives.
"Anyone who pays lives for anyone" is a basic principle that mercenaries follow. There is no right or wrong in their minds. In the words of a well-known figure in the mercenary world: "Now if anyone is willing to pay me, I will sell my life. I don't know what is wrong. I can serve anyone, as long as he starts Money."
And Sha Ying is the most notorious of all mercenaries in the world-the highest commission, the highest success rate, and the highest level of confidentiality for employers.
For them, as long as you pay, there is no one they can’t kill.
Australia, Tasmania, Sand Eagle headquarters.
"Hey, Boss, your phone." A young man in his twenties handed the phone to his Boss-a man who looked very ordinary, so ordinary that it was absolutely in the crowd No one will look at the middle-aged people with even one glance.
And this very ordinary middle-aged man named Charles, is the highest chief of Sand Eagle, has a quarter of American blood, a quarter of Australian blood, a quarter of British blood and a quarter One of the Japanese origin.
"Which one?" Charles answered the phone and said lightly: "You'd better make a long story short, sir, my patience is very limited."
"It's Charles, I'm Gomoto Taro." There was a low laugh from Gomoto Taro on the phone: "I think we should be old friends, right?".
"If you are referring to my grandfather who helped you kill the young people named Hong in the kingdom of heaven a few decades ago," Charles smiled and said, "That must be considered an old friend-but the affection means to me It’s not big, just say something.”
"Well, okay," Gotaro said slowly: "This is the case. I want to ask Charles to help me kill another person. Just one, the name is Hong Dali~IndoMTL.com~ you can send it immediately People come to me to get his information."
"Is it surnamed Hong again?" Charles pouted: "It seems that you are very destined to be surnamed Hong."
"I didn't deal with it last time, I regret this," Gomoto Taro said softly: "After so many decades of rest and recuperation, the Hong family is now showing signs of resurgence."
"Okay, okay," Charles said helplessly: "Even if my grandfather's things are done for him-make a price."
"500 million dollars." Gomoto Taro directly gave the highest price: "This price, I think it should not be lower."
"The price is fair," Charles agreed immediately: "Is there a time limit?".
"Of course, within one month, if you agree, you can send someone to take a deposit of 100 million US dollars in the afternoon."
"Well, generous. That's it, so bye, goodbye, I hope we can cooperate happily."
"Happy cooperation." (To be continued...)()