Dragon Clan: Restart your life

Caesar leaned against the iron gate.

Yuan Jingnu took out the cigarette case from her pocket, took out a Japanese "Soft Seven Star" cigarette, and handed one to Caesar.

Caesar took it curiously, played with it for a while, shook his head and said, "Do you Japanese smoke such girly cigarettes?"

He took out the last cigar packaged in an aluminum tube from his pocket and stuffed it into Yuan Zhennu's hand. He took the seven stars out of his hand and threw it away. He said lightly in a big brother-like tone: "My first time." I met your brother once and recommended this kind of cigar to him. This is what men should smoke."

He patted Yuan Zhennu on the shoulder, said nothing more, and walked forward as if everything was in the cigar.

He would not say that this was actually the last piece of stock he treasured. He originally planned to keep it at Herzog's funeral to remember the stories of the past.

Caesar Gattuso's generosity was definitely not about giving things to others that he didn't care about.

If necessary, he can share everything he has with someone, provided that person is worthy of him.

Yuan Jingnu looked at the cigar that was forced into her hand and smiled.

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"Master, we have the situation under control, but something is wrong inside. It seems that someone came before us and just left not long ago. I suggest you go and see for yourself." Crow stood in front of the team and bowed.

In formal occasions, they all call the boss "Big Boss", and such an intimate title as "Boss" is exclusive to them in private.

Yuan Zhisheng nodded and walked underground. When he stepped through the iron door of the laboratory, he suddenly stopped and looked down at his feet. A box of opened Seven-Star cigarettes was thrown underground.

Yuan Zhisheng stared at the cigarette box for a few breaths. He knew very well that Caesar would never smoke this kind of cigarette that he thought was soft. Chu Zihang didn't smoke either, so it goes without saying that someone smokes this kind of cigarette made in Japan. Metaphor.

A few hours ago, the Executive Department sent the news to his desk that a girl was openly performing in Kabukicho, Ginza. At the same time, several commissioners from the headquarters were suspected of being present. The Japanese Executive Department believed that the two parties had reached an alliance.

Yuan Zhisheng withdrew his gaze and stepped into the underground research institute.

As expected of his younger brother, even the brand of cigarettes he smokes is exactly the same as his older brother.

The tragic situation in the underground research room came into view one by one as Yuan Zhisheng looked around.

Scenes of fires burning can be seen everywhere, as well as the charred, dark and twisted corpses.

"Sir, these are piles of information. It seems that someone has sorted them out for us." Sakura walked over with a pile of information.

Yuan Zhisheng casually opened the top one.

"Herzog's notes?" Yuan Zhisheng's eyes moved slightly and he took the note.

He guessed that Caesar and others deliberately left this notebook at the top. There must be important clues in this notebook.

He flipped through it quickly, and the first half was written in Russian, slowly switching to Japanese in the middle. He could even find a few grammatical errors, but almost only in the earliest parts.

Even from this diary, you can feel Herzog's strong learning ability.

Yuan Zhisheng quickly browsed through it and found that the name "Bondarev" appeared too frequently. Herzog kept mentioning the name "Bondarev" as if he missed his first wife in a foreign country. .

But Bondarev...isn't he the father?

"Boss! Something happened!" With a sharp shout, the crow rushed in from the iron gate, "Boss! Something happened to the headquarters. We can't contact the headquarters!"

In desperation, Crow directly called out the private address.

This is Tokyo. In theory, everything should be under Kaguya's control. Of course, Kaguya is not omnipotent. There are still many blind spots. Moreover, Kaguya is currently engaging in electronic confrontation with Kassel Academy's EVA at full power. But at least there shouldn't be a situation where we can't be contacted.

"Calm down and say it word by word." Yuan Zhisheng turned around with a calm expression.

Infected by the boss's calmness, Crow's rationality gradually cooled down. He took a deep breath and reported: "We suddenly couldn't get in touch with the headquarters. We tried various methods but couldn't get in touch. I have sent people back to the headquarters to check the situation. "

After hearing this, Yuan Zhisheng handed the diary in his hand to Sakura, turned and walked outside the house, calmly giving orders on the way.

"Sakura will lead a team of people to stay and finish the work and move all useful things back. Crow will follow me back to the headquarters."

As he walked quickly, Crow caught up from behind, pulled out the driver, and got into the driver's seat.

"Boss, I have an ominous premonition. Do you think the location of this research institute was leaked to us intentionally by the Fierce Ghosts so that they could divert the tiger away from the mountain and attack when the headquarters is weak?" Crow stepped on the accelerator uneasily and galloped. At the front.

Yuan Zhisheng didn't answer. He hadn't said a word since he got in the car. He didn't seem anxious at all. He was just looking at the tall, boxy building in the distance through the car window.

Something had indeed happened. Genji Heavy Industries, which was usually brightly lit like a paradise, was now completely dark.

Such a titanium black building standing in the storm, like a coffin, is really unlucky.

Yuan Zhisheng thought in his heart.

"Don't worry, we have left more than a hundred senior cadres from the execution department at the headquarters, led by Yasha." Yuan Zhisheng said calmly, "No matter how fierce the enemy's attack is, Yasha can hold on until we return."

The senior cadres of the Japanese branch, if classified by pure blood, are all A-level.

At the moment when most of the strength of the Menggui clan has been wiped out, even if they still retain the most capable members, it is impossible to win in a short time on the home ground of the Sheqi Eight Family.

Crow slowly exhaled, calmed down for a while, and whispered: "Yes, Boss You is right, that guy Yasha has no brains, so just fighting is fine."

After that, the whole journey was silent, with only the sounds of water splashing from the wheels and rain falling on the roof of the car.

Yuan Zhisheng held the mobile phone in his hand. The dial on the screen was for Tachibana Masamune, but it didn't get through. The intruder seemed to have used a signal jammer.

If the phone call goes through... He wants to tell his father that he has arranged a task for Eriki in advance, and he should not go to Eriki's room under any circumstances.

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All the ground in all directions collapsed at the same moment, the pouring rain swept the quiet space, and the raging murderous aura filled every inch of the space.

As the broken glass fell into the black shadow, they got up without incident, shook their bodies, shook off the broken glass, and then neighed with joy.

They have human-like faces, but their huge bodies are more like those of ancient snakes. Their golden pupils are like Buddhist lanterns burning in the dark. When they stand upright, they are three to four meters high, almost touching the ceiling.

They seemed to be cheering and laughing at the same time, with sharp long teeth exposed from the huge slits in their mouths, and their bifurcated tongues trembled like little red snakes.

The leader of the team, Yasha, twitched his face, cursed, and roared: "Shoot! Shoot these monsters with no human rights to death!"

The next moment, the scarred cadres' hands were filled with fire and gunfire!

Before facing these monsters, they had already fought with the backbone of the fierce ghosts with real guns and knives.

The boss guessed right, the fierce ghosts really hide a large number of "ghosts" that are not on the list controlled by the Sheqi Ba family!

Dozens of guns were spitting out fire, and the hall was suddenly plunged into a hail of bullets. This storm of metal bullets severely suppressed the group of Deadpools.

But Yasha's expression did not improve at all. Although the deadpools rushing at the front were shot one after another, almost all of them were only injured. The bodies of these snake-like deadpools were extremely strong. The bullets splashed with dots of fire on their scales. A few bullets could penetrate. Their bodies are also stuck in hard bones.

And they had just experienced a fierce battle, with less than 60 men left. The guns and bullets they collected in a hurry were simply not enough to fight the war, and they would eventually return to hand-to-hand combat.

Amidst the gunfire, dozens of huge mouths opened to the limit and screamed at them, but this was not out of fear, but in anger.

Deadpool is different from Corpse Guard. Corpse Guard's sensory nerves have been killed in the process of processing. A broken limb is like having their hair cut off. Deadpool can still feel some pain, but the pain is not enough to make them retreat. , but it will stimulate their ferocity.

"The effective killing is not enough! This is just delaying time!" Yasha roared, "Where is my rocket launcher?!"

The barrage cannot effectively kill Deadpool, and the superimposed kinetic energy is constantly driving Deadpool away, but once they run out of bullets, the situation will be reversed instantly.

"Go tell Mr. Masamune to evacuate first!" Yasha grabbed his submachine gun, pushed him behind, and shouted without looking back, "The others will guard the computer room with me! Everyone will lead people back soon. Come on, hold on tight! Use the knife after the bullets are fired!"

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"Is it a pity to give up this identity just like that?"

The corridor was empty, with a faint smell of formalin floating in the distance, and various "danger area" and "no entry" signs posted on the walls.

The old man strode along the empty corridor and replied calmly: "It's a pity, but when it's over, it's over. Instead of being restrained by all kinds of childish surveillance, it's better to use this identity to do something in the end, and then fake death to escape."

Today is a business trip and I just arrived at the hotel in the evening. This chapter should be short. I will try to make it longer tomorrow.