I Have a Good Impression on Marvel

Botu's behavior was unexpected, but it was reasonable.

Like Mrs. Gao, the bloggers live longer, the more fearful of death.

Kneeling down and begging for mercy, it may seem very useless.

However, after living for hundreds of years and having experienced many bloggers, one truth is very clear, and that is: stay on the green hills, not afraid of not having firewood!

As long as you live, you can give up everything else!

For a moment, Leon couldn't help but look up and down. The blogger, who was on his knees, fell into contemplation.

He has an immature plan.

And this plan requires a living hand and meeting leader.

Since Murakami is dead, the blogger in front of him has become his last and only choice.

Thinking of this, Leon immediately made a decision.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you."

Uh? !

Just when the blogger was wondering in his heart, why Leon would let him go so easily, Leon directly said the answer:

"Because…"

"I need you to go back and bring a message to my other hands and meeting leaders."

While talking, Leon paced up to Botu, patted him on the shoulder with his hand, and stared at him closely with his blue eyes.

And in a serious tone, he said in a deep voice:

"If things happen tonight, there will be another time, then the organization of Shouhehui will no longer exist!"

"And you guys, I don't mind clearing the door for Kunlun!"

"I do what I say!"

The meaning of Leon's words was obviously full of thick threats, so that the bloggers who were kneeling on the ground could only listen obediently.

The meat is on the cutting board, how can you not bow your head...

"If you understand, just get out of here!"

Afterwards, Leon waved his hand like he was driving away annoying flies.

The blogger who got permission quickly got up from the ground, turned and ran out of the warehouse.

He didn't want to stay in the same space with this ruthless man for another second!

However, just when the blogger was fortunate that he had escaped, he didn't know that Leon behind him was staring at his distant back, showing an inexplicable smile...

. . .

After a while, several police cars with "NYPD" printed on their bodies, whistling their sirens, suddenly stopped at the door of the warehouse.

Seeing the pistol pulled out of his waist, the New York policeman walking into the warehouse like an enemy, and Lyon hiding in the dark, turned around and left without a trace of nostalgia...

The police entering the warehouse, seeing the tragedy in the warehouse, immediately took the walkie-talkie on their shoulders and asked for support from the branch headquarters.

Soon, the entire warehouse was sealed up.

Various forensic personnel and forensic doctors all occupied the entire warehouse.

However, the results of the survey did not have much useful information.

There are no surveillance cameras installed around the warehouse, and it is impossible to find out the people entering and exiting the warehouse. In the warehouse, there are all dead bodies that cannot speak, and there are no surviving witnesses.

Apart from knowing that seven black-clothed ninjas were shot and killed by bullets of the same type, the corpse pieces scattered around and a red-clothed ninja whose neck was twisted were unable to dialectically and commit crimes.

Piecemeal clues turned this homicide, which killed as many as nine people, into an unsolved case.

The chief of the police department of the Brooklyn Division did not dare to suppress such a large case, and could only report it to his superiors.

Soon, the news reached the ears of George Stacey, the chief of the New York Police Department...

At the same time, Leon returned to his apartment after driving away from the scene.

Pushing open the broken door, his eyes lit up as soon as he entered the apartment in Lyon.

The entire apartment looks like it has been completely renovated!

Corpses, blood stains, **** smells, etc., once filled the entire apartment with traces, all disappeared.

Even a small coffee stain on the sofa was wiped clean by the "cleaners".

Seeing such a scene, Lyon also had to make a low compliment: "The efficiency is really high..."

At this moment, Coulson walked out of the restaurant, looked at Leon, and said, "Are you back?"

"Um."

As he spoke, he didn't forget to look at Leon up and down, as if he was concerned about whether he was injured.

Although the clothes are a bit dirty and there is a little bit of sawdust, but the whole thing looks fine.

At least there is no lack of arms or legs...

Secretly relieved, Coleson continued, "I ordered a pizza. I think you are almost hungry after the activity..."

A hint of surprise flashed in Leon's eyes, "Joe's pizza?!"

Seeing the expression on Leon’s face, Coleson also smiled, "Of course! The best pizza in New York."

When he came to the restaurant, Leon saw the pizza on the table.

"Wow! My favorite bacon and cheese spicy sausage flavor!"

As soon as he sat down, Leon was bombarded by Coleson’s doubts before he could put the pizza in his hand into his mouth:

"These ninjas, why did you assassinate you? Where did you go just now?"

As the only elder in Lyon, Coleson felt he had a responsibility to ask about these things.

Especially when these things are related to his nephew's wealth and life, he can't just let it go.

Facing Corvo’s worries, Lyon looked like a big deal, patted his chest, and promised: "Don't worry, I can handle it, everything is under control."

A lot of empty talk, but nothing substantial.

Looking at his mysterious nephew, Coulson felt more and more that he had changed a lot.

However, whether this change is good or bad remains to be verified...

After eating the pizza, he sent away a slightly worried Coleson, Leon immediately returned to his bedroom, opened the armory, and took out a satellite detector.

"Now let's see, you fish, can you lead me to meet some other big fish..."

Whispering, Leon activated the satellite detector in his hand.

It was his deliberate act to let the bloggers go.

The purpose is to find other hands and meeting leaders through bloggers ~www.readwn.com~, and then annihilate them in one fell swoop!

Leon is actually a very simple person.

For those who are good to him, he will doubly treat each other well; for those who are not good to him, he will doubly give back!

Suddenly assassinated by Shouhehui, if it weren't for someone to tell the news, maybe Leon had really suffered a dark loss.

In order to give out that bad breath, and to complete the task, he felt that killing all is the best way to solve all problems!

Therefore, before releasing the blogger, Leon casually placed a miniature tracker on his shoulder!

Because of this plan, the plan of letting go of the letter just now to catch the two "big fishes" Murakami and Botu is similar to the plan.

Therefore, Lyon also called this plan:

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