Reborn Noble Prisoner

One corner is big enough for all of us. "The Persian cat in his arms dozed lightly, but was flicked viciously by the pink and tender fingers. The narrowed cat's eyes opened suddenly, turned to look at his little master, and nestled lazily into his arms. inside.

"The world won't be bigger than this castle."

"In our lifetime, can we see the scene of this world collapsing and rebuilding? I believe it will be extremely spectacular..."

"En." Still coldly, this seemed to be his usual way of answering.

The sea breeze brought a salty taste, and the small castle built with great difficulty on the beach suddenly collapsed, with a whoosh, and the sound of bullets flying over was sharp and piercing.On the surface of the sea, the sound of motorboats breaking through the waves approached from far away, and their speed was no less than that of the bullets that swept over them.

Milan squinted his eyes and took a look, then slowly clapped his hands and stood up, soft white sand fell from his body: "...that day will not be too far away."

Almost at the same time, the mercenaries stationed on the coast with guns on guard immediately discovered the situation. Seeing someone rushing straight into the cordon, they reflexively raised their guns and swept wildly at the target.

Xiaosnuo's group also rushed to the beach when they heard the movement. Weiss and Parmand moved from left to right, and carried back the two important figures who were still looking at the sea.

"Damn it! It's too close to get rid of it! It's a fucking piece of trash!" Parmand kicked one person away, snatched the bazooka from the opponent's hand impatiently, and was about to blast it up.

"Wait!" Weiss suddenly shouted coldly, squinting his eyes and staring at the motorboat speeding over the sea, "Who do you think it is?"

Bamande froze for a moment, squinted his eyes, and glanced over like a falcon. The waves on the sea surface were much thicker, and the three motorboats, which had obviously been specially modified, were driving fast.

One person was conspicuously tied to the front of the motorboat, the black jacket on his head was ripped off, his dark brown hair covered most of his face, but the beard around his lips and chin was still very individual .Holding the bazooka, Bamande slowly flashed a fierce and excited look on his face, and said with a sneer: "Damn it! Old man Zeleman has been sent to the door!"

"Let them go to the island!" Weiss waved his hand, making a gesture of letting them go.

The motorboat approached the shore in an instant, and the well-dressed middle-aged man was tied up like a dead dog and was thrown directly from the deck, and then a dozen people jumped ashore with their guns in their arms, all movements were uniform, without even a single unnecessary movement.

Bloody's men and horses quickly surrounded them, only ten steps apart, facing each other with guns, the atmosphere was like a taut string, ready to explode at any moment, and even the sea breeze couldn't blow away the smell of gunpowder.

The master slowly stepped out of the cabin, stepped on the deck with slender legs, and was dressed in a straight military uniform. His silky black hair gently swept over his shoulders and neck. Like gold powder, the silver stars representing the rank of general on the shoulders can be called bright.

The backlit face was blurred by the light and shadow, but from the slightly raised corners of the lips, one could still see a hint of arrogance and dignity of a person who had been in the upper class for many years.

All eyes were on him, including Xiao Sinuo.

The man stepped down from the motorboat, stepped on the middle-aged man whose mouth was strangled by the jaws, stepped on his military boots, and his figure was still as straight as a silver gun that could not be pulled out.

Seeing that face, no one present would ask who he is—except for Xiao Chu, no one else could look as much like Xiao Si Nuo!

But in terms of resemblance, there is only a seven-point image. There are similar shadows in the outline of the facial features, but the temperament is completely different.

Xiao Sinuo could be called indifferent, but Xiao Chu was cold, even cold-blooded.

"Little brother, I'm glad you're still alive." Xiao Chu tugged at the white gloves on his hands, took them off slowly, looked at Xiao Sinuo with a smile, but didn't mean anything.

Xiao Sinuo's back stiffened instantly.

At this moment, the sound of roaring motors came from the sky again, and a red helicopter slowly landed from the sea.

The propeller whipped up a choking cloud of dust, then settled.

The hatch opened with a bang.

The young man wearing big brown sunglasses stepped off the helicopter, followed by the iceberg-faced Weiner whom no one knew.

Lin Xi flicked the sunglasses, and threw them to the paralyzed assistant. His leather boots made footprints on the fine white sand, and he walked slowly towards Xiao Chu, with a deepening smile on his face.

Just listen to him say: "Welcome back to Bloody, my dear Yates."