There are few pedestrians on Tower Bridge in London, and occasionally a few cars slowly pass by. The flowing water under the bridge looked dark and lacquered, slightly reflecting the lights of the buildings beside the river, but the shimmering light made the river look deeper and darker.

Just like London's alias, Fog City, a large fog enveloped the entire London City, and there was a pungent smell of car exhaust in the air. The rectification of the environment after shouting for several years did not seem to have had any effect in London. Visibility is extremely low, probably only five or six meters away. The good people are naturally staying at home at this moment to enjoy their family. Only those creatures living in the dark world are still out for a stroll at this moment.

A luxurious black Japanese Honda van drove slowly over the London Bridge. The headlights on the front could not penetrate the dense fog. The people in the car could only curse the bad weather in London while listening to the heavy metal band boringly. Crazy hiss.

A man in pitch-black clothing watched the car passing by, snorted a few unexplained cold snorts, threw away the Cuban cigar in hand, watched a star of flame fall into the river quickly, and followed it lightly. The van hurried forward, but the speed was not much slower. At a distance of more than ten meters, a pair of sharp eyes stared at the red turn signal behind the car.

The car passed the door of a bar, and the man in black hesitated for a moment, and quickly walked past the door. From the dim red light at the door, you can faintly distinguish this person's face. The long black hair is scattered on the shoulders, the yellow skin, the straight bridge of the nose, the firm mouth, and then a pair of eyes that reveal a cold light. The figure of about 1.85 meters was a little thin, tightly wrapped in a piece of black leather, his collar was erected, making it impossible to recognize him for sure.

This person is called Yi Chen.

The tracked van moved forward slowly, gradually deepening into a dark street in London's old city, and then stopped at a corner. Several big men got out of the car while cursing, openly carrying the m11 submachine gun in their hands, and didn't mind that someone might notice them. A tramp who was tightly tucked away on the side of the street wittily wrapped himself in the tattered blanket and closed his eyes tightly.

A big man slowly walked towards him, inserted the submachine gun in his hand into the trouser pocket behind his butt, took out his little brother, and urinated happily beside the homeless man. After shaking for a few last times, he said loudly to the homeless man: "Bastard, today is really bad weather, isn't my urine smelling good? Damn, you are really a bastard." Others not far away The famous man laughed loudly. The man randomly took out a few banknotes from his pocket and threw them on the tramp. He said loudly, "I am in a good mood today. Reward you a little money. Go away next time. Wander around here. Go away, now"

The tramp quickly picked up the banknotes, picked up all his belongings, and slipped along the eaves. Yi Chen slowly concealed into a dark corner on the side of the road, with a cold smile on the corner of his mouth, quietly looking at the big guys twenty meters away. The fog does not affect Yichen's sight at all.

In addition to the driver, a total of seven big men in black suits and weapons in their hands raised two large metal boxes from the van. They closed the doors and prepared to turn into a small alley. Go in about two hundred meters from here, and that's where the back door of their boss' headquarters is.

Just walked out less than two meters, a drunken drunk man dangled a woman with exposed clothes and walked over from the opposite side of the street. He suddenly pointed one of the big guys and laughed: "Hey, what are you doing underworld? Do you smuggle drugs... This woman is also under your control, right?"

Seven submachine guns turned on the insurance at the same time, and a big man who took the lead said to the drunk indifferently: "I don't know the woman you made. If I know, then it is really our boss's...you bitch. Get out of here, son."

The drunk pushed the woman forward fiercely, pushed her to the feet of the big guys and let out a scream, then slowly dangling closer to the big guy who took the lead, hehe smiled and said, "What if If I don’t leave, you will shoot me to death. Do you dare to shoot and try."

The man who took the lead was stunned to find that the drunk’s eyes were so clear and full of murderous intent, he opened his mouth to scream, but it was too late, and the drunk’s right hand waved out fiercely. A large, rough human hand, but thick black hairs and sharp claws have grown quickly in the air, and the big man's neck was torn off cleanly, and his body was knocked out with his left hand.

In an instant, the drunk had transformed into an upright werewolf, his blood-red eyes exuding a fervent murderous aura, two hands quickly pulled out the hearts of the two big men behind.

The remaining four raised their guns, but they forgot the woman on the ground. The woman twisted a few times like a snake, and her whole body was soft and boneless with a few afterimages, containing a poisonous hand. The nails lightly traversed the neck arteries of the four big men, and then he screamed, lightly licking a trace of blood from his fingers.

The werewolf pounced on the seven corpses and vented frantically at the corpses. The flesh and blood were flying across the five-meter-square-meter ground with human internal organs, bones, and muscles until the corpses turned into meat sauce. Talent stopped.

The woman who was already covered with snake-like scales whispered dissatisfiedly and blamed: "Ove, that's enough, they are already dead, let's prepare for the next time." Ove nodded, took a bite at the remains of the corpse, and cursed: "May God drive your souls into hell, damn choppy."

The two were just about to turn and leave, and a cold and beautiful voice had already spoken: "God will forgive their crimes, but will never forgive aliens like you." A creamy white cross sword air that exuded a holy light crashed. On the werewolf's body, the young werewolf snorted miserably, and his back was flying full of flesh and blood, and his fur was splattered and knocked into the air a full ten meters away.

The snake girl turned her head fiercely, carefully prepared her own defenses, did not dare to look at the situation of her companions, and screamed nervously: "Damn it, the priest of the Holy See, who wants you to be nosy?"

Two figures slowly emerged from the mist. One was a delicate girl in a white robe, with short golden hair exuding a charming luster in the night, and the other was a tall young man in a black robe, cold and cold. There was a cruel look on his face.

The snake girl slowly retreated in shock, shook her head and said: "I can deal with a priest, plus an executioner of the Inquisition, I can't help it. Hey, leave that foolish werewolf to you and let me go. I was also ordered to assist him anyway, and I don't want to work hard for him." The young man said coldly: "No, you must be responsible for the deaths of these seven people." Glancing at the human-shaped corpse, the snake girl hesitantly asked him: "You've already been here, sizzle, why don't you save your kind?"

The girl snorted coldly: "The lost lamb must accept the punishment given by God, but you must also accept the justice." There was a sacred and inviolable expression on her face. The snake girl took a sip: "Damn, God's trial and justice..." She suddenly turned around and ran, a series of afterimages showed her amazing speed, and she was instantly submerged in the thick fog.

The two young people from the Holy See were stunned. They didn't expect the snake girl to abandon her companion and escape. The girl said angrily: "Did she really run away like this?"

The young man sneered and stared at the young werewolf who had just gotten up so easily. He said with satisfaction: "It doesn't matter, there is still one person to take back. At least the main criminal who has attacked humans twice in a row recently. I found it, didn't it?" The girl pondered for a while and showed a cheerful smile.

The young werewolf uttered an angry cry: "I will die, and you won't let you take me away." An astonishing speed broke out in an instant, with a powerful force, he grabbed the two young men with 30 claws in a row.

The change happened at the same time. Two guys who were supposed to be those seven fellow men walked out of the alley, still murmuring complaints like why they didn’t come. They happened to appear in two young Vatican young men. People's side. The two young men were slightly disturbed by them, they were almost injured under the werewolf's claws, and their bodies flashed out.

The two big men watched in horror as the continuous claw wind tore long marks on the ground and the messy flesh and blood on the ground. They were about to shout loudly, when a cross of holy light and a dark light hit them respectively. The two young men from the Holy See were knocked into the air by three people wearing weird black robes that suddenly appeared in the thick fog.

Three people wearing robes similar to medieval European wizards quickly approached the werewolf, grabbed him and ran away, and did not forget to step on the chest of a big man before leaving.

Two people from the Holy See stood up embarrassedly and watched angrily as the four black shadows disappear into the thick fog. They were too lazy to care about the two big men on the ground. The young man said coldly: "Anyway, I caught my holy light. Cross sword and the man’s magical attack, it is impossible to survive. There is no need to clean up the sighting scene. After all, this is the old city of London, and there are few people at night." The girl felt that the words were reasonable, and the two staggered quickly. Go far.

After watching a good show, Yi Chen showed a faint smile, and quickly walked out of the invisible place lightly and contentedly picked up two metal boxes that fell on the ground, nodded, turned and left.

A big man lying at the entrance of the alley suddenly made a faint cry for help: "Friend, save me, please save me, I will thank you, I swear to God, I will thank you. Look in God Points on..."

Yi Chen quickly approached him, and slowly squatted down to look at his face. The big man took advantage of the faint light on the side of the road to see Yi Chen's face clearly, and said in surprise: "Oh my God, it's China Yi, great, save me, go and inform our boss."

Yi Chen showed a sardonic smile, and slowly said to him in a proficient London accent: "First, I don't believe in God. Second, why do you know me?" He gave him a slap in the face. On the big man's chest, the powerful true energy instantly destroyed all the tissues in the big man's body. Easily put a palm on the chest of another big man, and looked around attentively. Yi Chen quickly walked down the street carrying two metal boxes.

A block away, at a dark corner, an extended white Rolls-Royce car quietly parked on the side of the road, a black man with a stature of two meters, wearing a straight tuxedo, hands with white silk The glove, with a short silver-white board above his head, stood solemnly at the door of the car. Seeing Yi Chen approaching, he opened the car door quickly and respectfully took the metal box in Yi Chen's hand. After getting on the car with clothing Yichen, he threw two metal boxes into the trunk, got into the car by himself, and closed the door.

In the driver's seat, there was a black man who was exactly the same as the black man in appearance and clothing. He quickly started the car and left.

In the wide carriage of Rolls-Royce, besides Yi Chen and the black man who opened the door, there was also a young man. His short blood-red hair was very messy. The upper body was a dark denim, and the lower body was a whitish piece. There are jeans with holes, a pair of adidas sneakers, and he is attentively watching adult movies on the small TV in the car. The speaker was turned on so loudly that the actress's groaning and gasping were enough to drive ordinary people crazy.

Seeing Yi Chen sitting in, the young man turned off the TV boredly, turned his head and asked: "Boss, where is everything ok, where does it take so much trouble? Any one of us can do anything, aren't these things caught by hand?" His face was full of surprise It is huge, with the sword marks drawn from the corner of the left eye to the right chin, giving his handsome face a few cold charms, and the light blue eyes represent his European ancestry.

Yi Chen easily took a cocktail from the black man, took a sip, and exclaimed sincerely: "Gore, you are the best bartender in the world." Regardless of the subtlety that black man showed. Proud, Yi Chen tweeted a few times to the young man: "Jester, I just want to feel the wonderful feeling of walking through London in the dark. Moreover, I can save a bit of my energy as much as possible. Why do you have to do it yourself?"

Jester smiled coldly, ready to reach out and turn on the TV. Yi Chen quickly said: "This time it was very lively. Big Bear lost nine good players, and the orc seriously injured one..." After thinking about it, Yi Chen still said: "The Holy See dispatched a young man from the Inquisition. , Young." Jester almost jumped up, a faint red light surged over him, suddenly sat down fiercely, and slowly said: "Really... Boss, don't worry, I won't find Their trouble... not now."

Yi Chen smiled: "This is good. We will make money with our qi. What is the benefit of fighting and killing? Money is the most important thing." Pressing the call button on the small case in front of him, Yi Chen said relaxedly: "Phil, stop at the door of the house, I'll go to the yard and have a look, you go back first, clean up things, those messy things look uncomfortable to me."

Phil, who was driving, showed a knowing smile and nodded silently. The white car stopped in a relatively remote street in London's new city, Yi Dust got off slowly, and stood at the door of a nightclub called Chinatown. The car went straight to the underground garage behind. Yi Chen walked into the door, and a dozen black men with cross-brows and staring smiles greeted him in, and said flatly, "Boss, everything is fine today, nothing is going on." Yi Chen nodded: "Where is the strip?"

The big black man who seemed to be the foreman quickly said: "The police are also very normal. The tax for this month has been given to them, and Lai hasn't caused trouble. It's because the boss has a lot of face and they don't dare to mess around." Yi Chen was satisfied. Nodding, he has stepped into the misty nightclub.

It is said to be a nightclub in Chinatown, but it does not have the classic and elegant taste of China. A heavy metal band writhed crazily on the stage to make noises, a dozen beautiful blonde women trembled crazily around them, naked showing their young and beautiful bodies.

In the middle of the field, countless young people twitched close to each other, and from time to time wisps of marijuana smoke came out of their mouths. On the edge of the venue, two girls who seemed to be under fourteen years old probably ate too much ecstasy. They lay on the railings, shaking their heads frantically, and their jeans were stripped off. Two big black men were happily sitting there. Furiously twitching, there were a few disheveled young people behind, laughing and preparing to go to battle.

In the surrounding semi-enclosed boxes, snow-white entangled and twisted each other, and occasionally there were a few calls for help, but they were immediately covered by something. Several men in love with the same surname walked towards the handsome Yi Chen with a smile, but they were immediately beaten and flew away by the big black man next to Yi Chen. More than a dozen vendors who were selling marijuana and other drugs smiled flatly at Yi Chen, and swiftly shipped the goods and collected money, saying hello and doing business.

Yi Chen walked into one of the most luxurious boxes, and an astonishingly fat white middle-aged man, surrounded by a group of bodyguards, was binging with a few men of vague Italian descent. He didn't know where his trousers were going. Two girls with pretty faces were serving him with their mouths. The men next to him were also entangled with the women next to him in a dissolute manner.

Seeing Yi Chen coming in, the obese white man greeted him eagerly: "China Yi, come to introduce some of your friends. These are good friends from Italy. Talk to me about a business. You are safe here. I'm here, don't object to it."

Yi Chen smiled: "Big bear, playing with women when discussing business, aren't you afraid that those girls will betray you?"

Big Dog Bear 's expression changed, he slapped the two women around him severely, drove them out, put on trousers and said: "No way, I just like to play with women...Eh, damn. Yes, China Easy, your business is really good, and I envy you. I have the police to copy the cards every three days, and I also pay the taxes."

Yi Chen sat down, patted the ass of a woman next to her and chased her away. He smiled and said, "Your business is too big. It's hard for them to pay attention to you. Learn from me, a little bit of drugs, what's the problem? Nothing."

Big Dog Bear muttered a few words, nothing more than complaints like: "Fuck, you kid do a small business". At this time, the cell phone of a bodyguard next to him rang.

Big Dog Bear took the phone and just answered a few words, his complexion changed drastically, and he hurriedly said I'm sorry, and took a group of his men and a few Italians and walked out quickly. Yi Chen was not indifferent and tossed at the back: "I will keep an account for the wine you drink." Big Gou Xiong agreed perfunctorily, and Yi Chen smiled and wrote at least twenty times the price on the bill. , Chattering: "Big money and small money must be earned, and Jinshan is also accumulating bit by bit."

After inspecting the place, there was indeed nothing unusual, kicking away the two girls who were hugging each other desperately kissing and touching mo, and Yi Chen hurriedly walked into a small door behind the bar.

What is guarding here is not a big black man like the door, but a strong man with pale blue eyes, golden hair, and a sturdy face, typical of the Ulman descent. Behind the narrow passage of about ten meters is a small room with several sofas and two billiard tables. A dozen Germans are playing billiards concentratingly when they see Yi Chen come in. He immediately saluted Yi Chen.

Yi Chen nodded, touched a corner of the small room, flashed into a secret door, and after a few steps, it was a large secret room with a luxurious decoration that felt like those of the palaces of kings in the Middle East.

A man with a height comparable to Gore, with a terrifying stature, was sitting on a corner of the sofa playing with the pistol in his hand. When he saw Yi Chen enter, he just nodded coldly, and immediately paid his attention. All the force was thrown into the weapon in his hand.

Yi Chen directly asked the Gore and Phil brothers, who each had a glass of red wine in their hands, "have you counted the number?"

Phil nodded: "The cash is 100 million, and there are 50 million worth of diamonds. The big bear is going to be sad."

Jester twisted his body weakly on the sofa: "The two boxes have been destroyed, and it is guaranteed that there is no dross. There is no mark on the banknotes. Diamonds are also an internationally accepted method of cutting, without any omissions."

A gorgeous girl covered in snow-white tights, with long silver-white hair draped in waves to her buttocks, and strange turquoise eyes wrapped around Yi Chen's body. She licked Yi Chen's ear with the tip of her tongue, and muttered: " Boss, do you want me to accompany you".

Yi Chen shook his head, "No today, let's tomorrow... Fei Li is good, don't mess around, you can contact those agents when you have time to see if there are any new tasks. Don't pick up the ones with too low difficulty. How is Chekov’s progress?"

Feili hung on Yi Chen's body firmly and said vaguely: "He has just conquered the main system of a bank in Switzerland, and is now watching a live performance of the great duty of human inheritance, and feel it with her own hands. The pleasure of the eruption... God, boss, you drove that guy away. The whole computer room smelled of his pungent semen, I can’t stand it anymore."

Jester laughed haha: "Baby Philly, I can burn that guy's thing, and I promise that there will be no such troubles in the future... Hahahahahaha, why don't you be pungent when you pester the boss? "

A dozen ice prisms suddenly appeared on Feili's right hand, and then whizzed and shot towards Jester. Jester's face changed, and a red fire shield quickly appeared in front of him. The ice and fire touched slightly, and immediately exploded. Phil's thick palm slammed the floor fiercely, and a thick air barrier appeared around the bursting energy, weakening the damage to the surrounding environment, but it had also turned several ebony and gold-inlaid sofas into ashes.

Yi Chen patted his forehead distressedly: "God, don't make trouble, this month has already spent 370,000 U.S. dollars to replace the furniture. You can teach Kane's men more when you have time, and don't waste your abilities." The German man sitting in the corner politely gestured to everyone, and in a blink of an eye he started to play with a pistol in his hand.

Yi Chen sighed, and forcibly pulled down the jade body that Feili had attached to him, moved her body that was a little bit painful and said, "Today is the day when I practice qigong. I will start from the twelfth yuanchen. It’s twenty-eight nights. Don’t bother me. Pay close attention to the gossip on the market to see if there is any abnormal movement."

Everyone knew that it was not the time to rant, and they stood up and nodded in agreement. Yi Chen pondered for a moment, and said irresponsibly, "Those guys outside, please pay attention. Those young girls are not allowed to let them in in the future. Just take some soft drugs. It's such a crazy name, just in case. People died in our yard, the size is a trouble... Also, the protection fee that the peddlers gave us will add 50% later, because now the number of young people taking drugs in the yard has increased a lot, so it can’t be cheaper. they."

After explaining the matter, Yi Chen was about to walk towards the elevator in the corner of the room. From the secret door in the other corner, a thin young Russian man suddenly rushed out. His upper body was wrinkled and his clothes were crumpled. The lower half was covered with dirt. The trousers didn’t zip up, and when he saw Yi Chen, he cheered and rushed forward: "Dear boss, did you know that I broke the account system of the most rigorous Swiss bank in the world? Oh, this is the greatest achievement. Ah. You should give me a million bonus."

Yi Chen kicked him out with a kick, and stepped on his head indifferently and said, "First, what you broke is the system of a Swiss bank, not the system of a Swiss bank; second, you give me a change. Talk to me later, otherwise I will consider giving you one million yen for your one million bonus. Kane, take Chekov to a good wash. There is a high-pressure car washer in the garage. Use that thing against him." Then walked into the elevator. . .

Kane jumped up quickly and walked slowly to Chekov's side, showing a gentle smile. Chekov smiled: "Dear Mr. Kane, I will take care of my own affairs. I don't need to use a high-pressure water jet to wash it."

Kane said seriously: "No, the boss's order is for me to use a high-pressure water jet... The order must be obeyed." A thick 10.11mm Browning pistol was aimed at Chekov's head, Chekov. I shivered and followed away honestly. Ten minutes later, a miserable howl and a burst of Russian national curse resounded through the night sky. . .

What a wonderful night in London. . .