I was supposed to be Hokage, but I went to slay the dragon

"Minister, Doss reported that the transaction was completed, but they were attacked by unknown forces. It is initially suspected that the other party was also there for the transaction items."

In a splendid office, a secretary wearing a black formal suit was reporting respectfully to his desk.

The man behind the desk is about sixty years old, with a pair of tortoiseshell glasses on his handsome face.The raised eyebrows reach straight into her temples, and her eyes behind the lenses are as deep as the sea.The man has a broad nose bridge and lips as thin as razor blades that make people feel naturally cold.

The man leaned back on the boss's chair, crossed his feet on the table, and played with an old pocket watch with a shell full of patina in his hand.

"Ask Hill's team to rush over and make sure to bring the things back to me."

With a gentle force of his thumb, he opened the cover of the pocket watch.

Glancing at the time with a lowered eyebrow, the man said softly.

Even the gentle tone still makes people feel stressed.This elegant-looking man has obviously been sitting in a high position for a long time and has developed an aura of calmness and authority.

"Yes, Minister."

The secretary in a black suit lowered his head to accept the order and respectfully stepped out.

In this office on the 34th floor, which stands among the clouds, the man squinted his eyes.

The empty and wandering eyes seemed to span thousands of mountains and rivers, and landed on a certain mountainside in Illinois.

Got caught by the tail so quickly?

Looking at the entire European and American forces, he couldn't think of anyone other than the Secret Party who could capture those mercenaries in such a short period of time.

It's still a bit tricky to face off against the Secret Party so early.

In the entire European mixed-race world, the Secret Party is the absolute hegemon.Those ancient families that lasted for thousands of years not only controlled huge wealth, but also had countless soldiers with excellent blood under their command.

The man took off the glasses on his nose and rubbed the corners of his eyes tiredly.

Marx said this in "Das Kapital": If there is a profit of 20.00%, capital will be ready to move; if there is a profit of 50.00%, capital will take risks; if there is a profit of [-]%, capital will dare to take risks. Risk hanging; if there is a [-]% profit, capital will dare to trample all laws in the world.

And he is a qualified capitalist.

After hesitating for a moment, the man stood up and walked to the bookshelf behind him.

He raised his hand and flicked the "David Copperfield" on the top shelf. One of the bookshelves suddenly turned over with a creaking sound, revealing the safe inside.

After entering the password and verifying the iris and fingerprint, the man took out a black satellite phone.

After sighing deeply, he finally pressed the number with somewhat stiff fingers.

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After Han Qingcheng spent three to four minutes to deal with the European man with the word spirit and ghostsheng, he once again jumped through the woods and gave chase.

With his aerial vision, he quickly spotted the figure of the short man.

This remote forest is rarely visited by people on weekdays, and the traces left by Doss as he ran all the way are perfect signposts, guiding the path forward for the life-seeking evil ghost behind him.

Although it has been modified by the madmen in the equipment department, the effective range of the Beretta 92F is only a little over 70 meters.At this distance, you can't touch the opponent's back at all.

A burst of piercing gunshots resounded through the forest, startling a group of birds.

His marksmanship is still vastly different from that of a firearms master like Caesar, and his high-speed leaping body is not easy to aim at moving targets on the ground in the air.

But the deterrent effect he wanted was still achieved.

Hearing the sound of gunshots that seemed to be close at hand in the air, the panicked Doss couldn't help but staggered.

Since ancient times, those who ran on the ground were generally unable to outrun those who flew in the sky. Han Qingcheng, who could barely be regarded as ignoring the obstacles of the terrain, finally caught up with Doss.

Looking at Han Qingcheng falling in front of him, a trace of panic flashed across Doss's face.

He knew Charles' ability. If the opponent could finish off Charles so quickly and catch up, he couldn't be his opponent.

What's more, his own gun had already been dropped when he was receiving fire in the factory, and he didn't even have a weapon on him at this time.

But the panic in his eyes was replaced by greater fear in just a moment.

He knew very well how cruel the organization behind him was, so there was no option for him to surrender.

A low and majestic chant began to sound from Doss's mouth.

However, the majestic dragon's roar could not last, and a gunshot directly interrupted Yan Ling's singing.

Frigga's bullet exploded on his forehead, and a red mist filled with powerful anesthesia filled the air. In just an instant, Doss fell to the ground.

You're so naive, it's like someone else's kunai poked you in the face, and you still have to form a seal, aren't you kidding me, brother!

"One of the two fleeing personnel was killed and the other captured. The mission target is now recovered."

After Han Qingcheng reported the situation to Troxi on the radio, he squatted down and picked up the briefcase next to Doss.

The moment his hand just reached forward, a high-voltage current seemed to sweep through his body.

The hair on my body stood up, goosebumps appeared, and a wave of cold air rushed directly to the cerebral cortex.

The next second, a burst of white smoke rose.

Han Qingcheng's figure suddenly disappeared, and under the smoke was a broken branch.

A roar passed through the lush dense forest and came from a very far distance. A bullet cut through the white smoke like a stream of light. The spiraling bullet hit the ground. In an instant, the soil rose up and mud splashed everywhere.

Barrett, the fighter among sniper rifles.

This large-caliber anti-materiel sniper rifle designed by a photographer undoubtedly exists for slaughter. 50-caliber Browning machine gun bullets. No hybrid can physically carry it.

Not to mention being hit from the front, even if it is just a small scratch, the rotating bullet can tear off a large piece of your flesh under the huge kinetic energy.

One kilometer away, a sniper in camouflage gear was lying on a boulder and couldn't help but rub his eyes.

God, what did I see!

The target in the ten-fold scope suddenly disappeared in a burst of white smoke and was replaced by a branch!

This unscientific!

Even if this sniper knows that there are some people with special abilities in the world, just like there are several people in their team who have different magical abilities.

But for a living person to suddenly turn into a tree branch, he really couldn't accept it.

At this time, Han Qingcheng, who had continuously performed the Substitution Technique and the Instant Body Technique, was already hiding in the crown of a big tree nearly a hundred meters away.

The dense branches are intertwined and scattered, becoming his best protective umbrella.

Cold sweat was slowly flowing down his forehead.

Just now, he was so close, in less than a second, that he became a dead person.

It was that mysterious sense of crisis that saved him, just like the night he was attacked by Deadpool at the abandoned construction site.

"Be careful, the enemy has reinforcements, the number is unknown, and they are wearing large-caliber sniper rifles."