My Boss, the White-haired Nun

"What? You say you don't want her to step on this battlefield, but in fact, you still have great hopes for that child?"

"I just respect her choice." Gong Ming squinted his eyes when he heard the words, and was not irritated by his attitude, but said calmly. "In the final analysis, it is she who decides the path she will take in the future. No matter what others say, it is just a suggestion."

"Good good."

Otto laughed perfunctorily when he heard this.The voice was full of inexplicable ridicule. "That's right, I need your help with something."

"It seems that your memory has deteriorated over the past five hundred years, and even your IQ has dropped." Gong Ming said angrily. "Didn't I just say that? I won't help you perform any tasks during this time."

"It's not a mission this time."

Otto's voice came again, but this time, it was not in the communicator, but about thirty meters behind Gong Ming.

Just happened to be stuck at the critical point when Gong Ming didn't intend to perceive it.

"Aren't you going to train Cecilia? That's right, let me do you a favor by the way."

He raised the hand next to him, and Gong Ming noticed that he was still holding a white-haired girl.

The girl seemed to be about twelve years old, slightly older than nine-year-old Cecilia, but her height was limited, and her expression looked more immature...

However, what made Gong a little concerned was that she had white hair that was almost exactly the same as Cecilia, and blue eyes that were as blue as the sea.

"It's all training anyway, how about bringing one more?"

Otto took the hand of the girl beside him and led her to Gong Ming. "My granddaughter, Teresa Apocalypse."

"You'll like her."

The blond man looked at Gong Ming with a smile.

"I promise."

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London, England, about [-] meters from the Thames River, at three o'clock in the morning.

"boom."

In the darkness, with the sound of a dull body touching some steel substance, Francis Brown landed heavily on the stone brick floor, and made the same dull sound again.

Yet Francis hadn't even groaned from the pain.An instinctive sense of crisis suddenly filled his heart, as if it came from the depths of his bone marrow. He didn't even have time to stand still before he followed a series of rolls on the ground, as if he was avoiding something and followed closely. with what came.

He is a desperado, and the instinct trained in life and death has helped him escape from the enemy's gunpoint countless times. Today, the ability trained in the killing field saved him again, because the next second There is a sharp knife light blooming from top to bottom where he just landed. It is the sharpness that can only be brought out when a master-level swordsman cuts down with the top Tang knife, as if polished by time The results are as gentle as water and as cold as moonlight.

But it only stopped here, because the swordsman obviously had no intention of letting him go, and the swords chasing after him came like an avalanche.

If any martial artist from the East saw this scene, he would definitely cheer for it, because the moves of the swordsman are serious and authentic, and they are natural.It is an orthodox saber technique that anyone with a discerning eye can see at a glance. After countless hours of polishing, even the moment he picks up the saber, there is a kind of aura blooming. It is obviously a most dangerous fight, but it is elegant and calm Perform on stage.

It seems that for the swordsman, this is really not a battle. In his eyes, this kind of one-sided suppression does not seem to be called "battle" at all. He only waved it so rigorously out of respect for the enemy. Sword——Although he may hate this person's character from the bottom of his heart, since the other party does have the identity of his enemy, he will at least maintain the most basic etiquette.

However, Francis, as his opponent, doesn't seem to have any intention of appreciating the swordsman's fight-if anyone faces such a sword directly, he probably won't have the pleasure of appreciating it.He was rolling and lying all over the ground in a panic, trying to escape the swordsman's attack range.

Even in such a state of embarrassment, he never gave up the Uzi submachine gun in his hand.

However, this seems to be a futile act, because the swordsman has an almost absolute advantage over him in terms of reaction and movement speed, especially now that the swordsman is standing and cutting him, and he is now in this offensive Under the circumstances, he couldn't even stand up, he could only crawl on the ground.This further exacerbated the gap between the two.All his efforts to escape were in vain.

Francis seemed to have finally realized this, so he struggled to climb to a wall under the attack of the swordsman, and raised his hand to signal him to surrender.

A sealed wall is undoubtedly a dead end. This is the ending that the swordsman hoped for. The person who made such a choice undoubtedly suffered a lot of knives that blocked his way, but even so when he leaned against the wall Several deep wounds were also left on his arms, juniors and thighs, and a large amount of blood continued to flow out.

"I surrender."

The man who had been chased all the way finally panted and said so, waved his hands with difficulty in a gesture of surrender.Then he grinned and covered the knife wounds on his arm one after another, trying to bandage the wound with his torn clothes.

What he was facing was indeed a quite experienced stalker. This stalker didn't seem to want to know his prey directly, but kept blocking his way, but gave him a glimmer of hope every time. , During this process, he was bleeding with a knife, and when the prey finally woke up and was cornered, he had no strength to resist.

"I gave up fighting."

He seemed to have really given up, throwing aside the submachine gun that he refused to let go before, spreading his hands aside, even though the distance was not far away, it was still within reach with just raising his hand.But it is obvious that the swordsman will not give him such a chance again. The swordsman only uses a knife because he is more used to this kind of weapon. In fact, he now has a U.S. military-style USP on his waist.With the current state of his prey, it only takes less than a second and a half for him to draw his gun and kill him.

"But I have a few questions I want to ask."

The language used by this target is English, but the mouth is full of the unique taste of Arabs. In fact, the swordsman has indeed learned his identity from the information of Tianming, which is not surprising.

It was the first time that the swordsman looked at his target seriously after starting the battle. At this moment, the man he chased all the way was in a mess, with scratches from rubbing on the ground, and his face was full of scars from running around. His beard is still mostly black, but it has been mixed with gray and white strands.At this moment, the target looked exhausted, like an old farmer who had been farming all his life and wanted to find a corner to rest in this bustling city, but was beaten violently for no reason.

"I know that I committed a crime. I dealt drugs, murdered people, robbed... Those crimes are enough to kill me several times in some countries with strict laws."

However, this "old farmer" destroyed this feeling as soon as he opened his mouth. Even the most ignorant people would understand that this middle-aged man was not a good stubble from the beginning.The so-called "old farmer" is just a disguise he usually uses to deceive people, but this kind of disguise is useless in front of those who chased him, so he simply gave up it and said frankly.

"But after all, I'm just a 'little criminal', right? At best, I'm a desperado." Francis looked at the hooded man in confusion. "I'm not even a drug lord. I have no money and no power. Even if I want to kill me, it should be the roaring police car and the heavily armed police. Will it even attract people like you?"

If it is said that when the swordsman started to act, he still had contempt for this person who dared to rush into a group of strong men with guns with a knife in his heart, then now he has completely understood what is going on in front of him. What a monster, he used to think that the so-called knife-cut bullets were just myths made up by those teenagers with excessive self-awareness, until all this was clearly displayed in front of him.This man took out more than two dozen strong men with guns with only a knife, without even being hit by a bullet.It is impossible to win in the face of this kind of monster, the only way to escape is to escape.

But where can he escape to? This time he is not facing the police who obey the order. It took less than three minutes for this man to break through all the obstacles with a knife dripping with blood. I don't know if those little brothers left there by him are dead or alive, but just looking at the strange power this man displayed when he cut through a three-centimeter-thick steel plate with one sword, he knows that the sword can easily cut people in the middle Cut directly from the muscles to the bones, just like a housewife in the kitchen cuts a piece of butter as easily.

Fear began to rise involuntarily from Francis' heart. It was not the first time he was hunted down, and he was even on the police's most wanted list.But there was never a time when he was so frightened, as if the one chasing and killing him was not a human being, but a god of death walking on the ground in human skin.

Now Reaper had cut through all obstacles and stood in front of him, and he couldn't even stand up from the ground.

"..."

After hearing his question, "Reaper" was silent for a while, put away the knife, raised his hand and took off his hood.Only then did the middle-aged man realize that if he only looked at his appearance, this "Reaper" was surprisingly young. With red hair, he looked like he was just in his early twenties, and he even looked like a college student who hadn't left the campus yet.

However, there is only one thing on his body that is different from that shown, and that is his eyes.According to Francis's knowledge, those eyes are definitely not for students who have not left school. They are distant and old, as if some evil spirit overlooking the whole history raised his eyes from the history. All of this is weird enough. Not to mention his fiery golden eyes.

"...Three months ago when you were conducting a drug deal, you shattered a young girl who happened to pass by and broke your deal. Although that girl did show considerable military literacy in the process of resistance, she was unarmed. They were quickly killed by you with guns."