Come against the wind, exchange your glory

Chapter 492 The Final Mission ([-])

The shadows of the trees swayed, and the undercurrent surged in the territory of Wanta.

D. Organizational base, fangs hidden in the darkness, eyes as sharp as a falcon, with a strategizing look.

"Boss, none of the people sent out came back, it was the work of the Xichuan family."

Fang Fang frowned slightly, "Xichuan? Send someone to find out. If they want to participate, none of them will be left behind."

"Yes, boss, over to Ring..." the subordinate asked worriedly.

"I have also heard about the young master of the Han family. The tiger father has no dogs. His strength should not be underestimated, but I don't know how he compares with Lao Zi Han Shu?"

"Let Ring be careful."

"Boss, Ring has completed the missions these years very well, can you let him meet that one?"

"The time is not yet ripe. He still needs to practice. When he is strong enough to support the D. organization on his own, that person will naturally meet him."

The frown of the fangs has never been loosened. When he first met Ring, he was living on the street, covered in dirt, struggling to survive in the chaotic society.

His thin body showed no fear in his eyes. Even though he was beaten all over his body, his eyes still dared to look directly at them, exuding a terrifying murderous look all over his body.

Under the dark night sky, the eyes of the two intertwined.

At that glance, he decided that he was his chosen heir.

Such a child is naturally ferocious, vicious and obsessive, and is the most suitable person for the D. organization.

That day, he brought the 12-year-old Ring back to the D. organization. Before coming, he asked him to personally blow up the orphanage he escaped from, destroying the only trace he left in China, and named him Ring. This care lasted for ten years. .

"Go down and send more people to secretly protect Ring's safety. I don't mind sending this ignorant young master of the Han family to hell."

Fang Fang said harsh words, and the poison in his eyes seemed to seep out.

The crescent moon hangs and falls.

The sky was bright and everything was ready, Fang sat on the black and red dual-fight Land Cruiser, followed by a team of followers.

Vantaa is closed and backward, such a car is not conspicuous.

The car drove up the street, in the tower building opposite the reception, the windows were ajar, slowly revealing the muzzle of the gun.

Ji Yu was dressed in black and was aiming at a certain place with a focused expression.

Then he fired cleanly.

The people in the car were killed by one blow, and the car stopped urgently.

D. The organizers got out of the car one after another, quickly found the sniper point, and started rushing towards the tower.

Ji Yu put the gun into the piano case unhurriedly, put it on one shoulder, and descended the stairs gracefully like the wind. The black coat drew a beautiful arc at the corner of the stairs.

It is easy to evade the tracking of the D. organization and blend into the crowd.

However, in the opposite direction to the reception, a taxi quickly returned to the base.

Ji Yu circled around with them, going around various sniper spots, and every shot was sure to hit him. In just a few 10 minutes, no one in the D. organization found his trace, so he could only let his accomplices fall down one by one.

In broad daylight, there was a gun battle on the street. If it were any other country, the street would have been empty.

But this is Vantaa, the country with the most indifferent human nature.

Gunshots will only be like the music that adjusts the atmosphere in a bar, inspiring and fueling the scene.

Crowded.

Ji Yu calmly and calmly passed by the D. organizer.

Lifting the dagger under the wrist quickly wiped off their necks.

Blood spattered, and they fell to the ground one by one before they could make a sound.

So far, none of the more than 50 subordinates brought out by the fangs survived.

After checking that the person in the car was not Fang Fang, he didn't seem surprised.

Among the crowd, he lowered the brim of his hat, looked indifferent, threw a lighter, and ignited the vehicle behind him.

Seeing this, people around screamed loudly and fled. With an explosion, the bodies of D. organization members were turned into thousands of pieces.

(End of this chapter)