Invincible I want a dream

Naranja drove another car back to the vineyard in the outskirts, and placed the repurchased supplies in the back seat.

Along the way, the feeling of being followed and peeped never reappeared, which reassured him a lot. Regardless of whether he was nervous or not before, after the frantic explosion, it seemed that he was already safe.

He just said, how could such a simple task stump him?This fuge is a shame, mother-in-law.

The proud boy shook his head along the way, the stereo in the car was turned up to the maximum, and the explosive heavy metal music echoed throughout the car.

Naranja hummed happily and didn't care about the driving regulations at all. He held the steering wheel with one hand while the other hand swayed in mid-air with the rhythm.

Fuge stood nervously at the door, "Why have you been away for so long? You should have returned long ago. Nalanga, nothing will happen."

Naturally precocious, he can't help worrying too much. Unlike his companions who are blindly optimistic and rely on intuition, he values ​​the best arrangements and complete plans.

This task is of great importance, and it is the most important job in the history of their team. It can be said that their future and future have been completely placed on this bet.

If it fails, not to mention Bugarati's cadre status, their lives will not be guaranteed.

Fugo couldn't help but care.

Naranja's late return did not match the planned time, and he thought of countless possible accidents in an instant.

"Oh, maybe I forgot to buy something on the way, so I just went back." Mista was an optimist, "Isn't it a little late? Don't worry, nothing will happen."

Trixiu has no idea of ​​the danger of the mafia so far, so he interjected: "Yeah, isn't it just to let him go shopping? There is nothing to worry about. However, your efficiency is too low, I don't know I'm dying of thirst."

Fuge couldn't help turning dark when he thought of her wiping her hands with her own clothes when they met, but also worried that she was the boss's daughter, so he just explained with restraint: "According to the journey and plan, he should be at least 10 minutes away. It’s right that I arrived before, but now the situation is special, I have to think a little more.”

Just as he was talking, the roar of the car floated from a distance, faintly mixed with Nalanja's excited singing, Fuge heaved a sigh of relief, and went forward.

"You bastard, why did you come back so late?" Fugo asked while helping him unload the groceries from the back seat.

Naranga said: "The one I bought before was broken, so I went back and bought it again. It took a while."

Fugo frowned, and continued to ask: "Damn it? What happened? Who did you conflict with? Is it the enemy?"

"I don't know." Naranja put down the bag and handed it to Trish to take what she needed, "I felt someone was following him, but he never showed up, so I called Aerosmith, but I still couldn't find it. Then I just blow up the area around the car so that guy can't escape."

"And after that? Did you find his body?"

"Ah? No. I didn't find anything after the bombing, and then I was in a hurry to buy things. Aren't you afraid that you will wait in a hurry?"

"...In other words, you are not sure whether this 'enemy' is real or not?" Fuge raised his forehead, "If he is real, what if he is not dead?"

"Eh...? No way, an explosion of that magnitude, if there were enemies, you wouldn't even be able to see the blood. It's probably just my feeling was wrong, oh, Fugo, don't worry, nothing will happen. .Besides, even if there is such an 'enemy'," Naranja put his fingers together in brackets, "he doesn't know about our secret base. I already bought your new car."

Naranja vowed, but Fuge couldn't let go, "...what is this?"

He took out the map from Naranga's arms, his face changed, and the smell was terrible, "You idiot! You actually marked the vineyard?! Are you afraid they won't find us?"

"But no one else has seen it. I'm afraid of getting lost. Didn't you ask me to take a longer detour?"

Being scolded as an idiot, Naranja, who already had a bad temper, also got angry, and refuted it vigorously.

Wuxin continued to entangle with him, Fuge gave him a hard look, "Hurry up and pack your things, we'll leave right away."

After all, he turned around and ran to report to Bugarati.

Bugarati was not as short-sighted as Naranga, and it was really urgent, so he immediately gave the order to leave.

"Why are you in such a hurry all of a sudden?" After changing the stockings, there was a knock on the door. Trixie opened the door and saw a man with a little girl standing outside the door, "I'll come down after I pack up my things."

"Okay." Bugarati asked gently, "Do you need my help with luggage?"

"Well...then please help me to carry this box." Facing Bugarati's sincere eyes, Trixiu restrained her high-spirited tone for some reason, "...Thank you."

"You're welcome."

The car drove on the road, and the vineyard was in the outskirts, not far from the intersection out of the city. It didn't take long for the Bugarati team to see the toll gate.

In the small house at the gate stood a man with short blond hair and a plaid suit, who seemed to be a toll collector.

The two cars of the escort team slowed down and stopped. Giorno got out of the car in front, holding a few banknotes in his hand, and walked towards the toll booth.

"Hi, sir." Giorno said politely, "We will pay for the two cars together." He glanced at the billboard of the fee, "I think these should be enough."

"..." The man at the toll booth was silent, reaching out to take the coins from Giorno——

A silver light flashed, and the sharp edge of the ring cut Giorno's palm.

"..." A trace of blood flowed down the veins, Giorno's face changed, and he was ready to fight back immediately.

However, the blond man began to apologize repeatedly, saying that he didn't do it on purpose, and handed over a tissue, apologetically saying: "This incident was my mistake, I won't accept the money, you guys go away."

Giorno didn't take the tissue, and didn't agree to the man's proposal, Giorno put the money on the table vigilantly, bid farewell and left.

Before leaving, he touched the wooden slats of the window sill.

Watching the vehicle go away, the blond man, that is, Proxiet, dialed Meloni's phone, "I got the blood of one of them, it seems to be a new face, and his face is not in the data."

"It should be their new member. I haven't had time to investigate, and the information is not complete." Meloni replied, "I'll be there soon. The captain and Jiaqiu are dealing with the pursuers. I'll come here first. Help me find a woman first. The worse the character, the better."

"I can't tell if she has a good personality." Proxieter frowned, "There are some wandering warblers here, I'll call any one over here."

Meloni's substitute can use the target's blood and the opposite sex to combine into an obedient "child", this "child" will only obey his orders, can automatically track the source of blood, can also be invisible in front of the substitute messenger, and has strong strength .

The boss already knew their rebellious intentions, and he sent his personal guards to strangle them. They were entangled for a while, unable to catch up with the Bugarati team.

Prosciutto was the closest to the outskirts. He asked Bessie to assist the captain and the others, and he came to collect blood so that Meloni could create a "child" and grasp the whereabouts of the boss's daughter.

Damn, such a good opportunity.

Proxiet hated it secretly. His stand-in was a type of large-scale indiscriminate attack, and the open terrain here was the most unsuitable site for him.

It's fine if it's in a closed environment.

Thinking of this, Proxiet turned to open the door. At this moment, a snake wagging its tail and quietly appeared beside him, its sharp fangs gleaming with venom.

"This is--"

The author has something to say: There will be a bit of a Puteri plot.

I beat them to death (although BE.