Rebirth of the Godly Prodigal

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The country of the day. On the outskirts of Jingdong City, Fengtian Caijing Manor.

It is the most luxurious manor in the whole country today. It is built in the mountains. The most iconic retro-style castle building in the country covers an area of ​​20 square kilometers. Inside the pavilions, there are rockeries and waters. All the maids in the manor are wearing the most kimonos. The male attendants are samurai robes and long and narrow Japanese samurai swords. If the average person does not dare to come here to commit crimes, even if they come to sightseeing, Stay away from here.

Otherwise, once it is considered dangerous, these male attendants of the Fengtian chaebol will have a great chance to go forward!

Fengtian Grand Manor, the president of Fengtian, Wu Taro’s study.

“President, Bai Shi’s chief phone.” An assistant hurriedly walked into a room of Wu Taro’s room with a specially-made encrypted phone, and was careful: “It’s the highest level of encrypted phone.”

"Does he have any troubles?" Wu Taro quickly took the call and waved.

After the assistant left, five Taro asked, "Bai Shizhu, do you have any troubles when you use this phone?"

"President," Bai Shi and Ma’s voice is very weak: "The things on the kingdom of heaven are very tricky. Hong Dali has a big force. I ask the president to remove the trouble after the danger has not really emerged."

"That is vigorous, is it so powerful?" Ryutaro took a deep breath and then asked: "Don't you even beat him?"

“No.” Bai Shi and Ma slowly said: “I failed, and it’s hard to see. For Hong Qiang, the only thing I can do now is to try to minimize his threat.”

"It seems that things are very serious." Five Taro thought about it and then asked: "That is the chief meaning..."

"Red alert." White Rock and Ma finally said this sentence.

"Okay, I know." Five Taro slowly hang up.

He closed his eyes and leaned on the sofa for a moment, then suddenly loudly said: "Come to people, call the service department Jiro!"

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The service department is half-hidden. The warrior family from the Warring States Period to the early Edo period. The "half-hidden" one is the name that the service department used to pass on from generation to generation. In addition, the patriarchs of the past dynasties have been passed down from generation to generation, so they are also known as the service department stone.

Service department Jiro, the thirteenth generation service department half-hidden.

After the death of his father, the service department Jiro led Iga to two hundred people, inherited the name of the semi-Tibetan and stone guards. Nowadays, it is the most important core force of the Fengtian chaebol, which is responsible for clearing all the dangers lurking in the dark for the Fengtian chaebol.

And before the white stone and the horse said "red alert." It is the Iga ninja that led the five stalwarts to use the Fengtian chaebol's top guard, and the service department Jilang!

Fengtian Manor, Houshan, secretly played the battlefield.

The face is resolute, and the face line is like a knife-cutting general. Jiro is in the upper body and stands in the middle of the military field.

Standing in front of two people. Each person's hand has a thick solid wood stick, and both hands hold it, and his eyes are fixed on the body of the service department.

These two people are covered in muscle bursts, and the blood vessels rising from the surface of the skin can be seen. These two people are extremely difficult to get rid of!

"what--!!!"

The two men screamed and clenched the wooden stick in their hands. Towards the service department Jiro rushed past, Fang Yi was close to the body of the service department Jiro, arms waving, the wooden stick in his hand with the sound of "whistling", violently drawn to the service department Jiro!

One attacked the shoulder and one attacked the top of the head.

How powerful these two strong men are, ordinary people, even those of the same physique. If you are sucked on such a stick, the broken fracture is the lightest, and the brain will be pulled out to be normal development.

"It's too slow!" The service department Jiro swayed his arm casually, and the wooden stick that he had attacked was gently and skillfully stopped, only to prevent attack, and the expression was easy and freehand.

After playing for a while, the service department Jiro seems to be tired of playing. Suddenly there was a burst of muscles exploding, "Boom! Boom! Boom!" The whole body knuckles were bursting and even thunderous roaring, and then "砰砰" two boxing. The wooden sticks in the hands of the two men suddenly broke into two parts, "Kala Kala", and the body flew out of the ground and fell on the ground outside the two feet. It was not able to get up for a long time.

"It's too weak." The casual dress was put on, and the service department Jiro shook his head helplessly: "How do you do things for the president?"

For such an attack, Ichiro was quite dissatisfied.

"Mr. Hattor, the president has a request." The service department Jiro just got dressed, and the assistants of Ryotaro slowly came over and said.

"The president is looking for me?" Service Department Jiro nodded faintly and said: "Lead the way."

Soon, I went to the study room of the president, Ryotaro, and the squad of the squadron of the squadron was generally fluttering behind the five Taro, saying: "President, I am coming."

Five Taro, carrying his hands and looking at the scenery outside the door, whispered: "Mr. Hattor, how do the drugs developed before the Fengtian chaebols feel?"

“Very good.” The service department Jiro nodded: “The body strength and strength have increased by about five times, and the strength has improved greatly.”

Rondo Taro smiled: "Two years ago, we hired African mercenaries to capture Zhang Yi of the Kingdom of Heaven. Although the mercenary group was completely destroyed, we obtained the formula for this genetically modified injection. The effect is still very good."

"Unfortunately, it is not the strongest." The service department Jiro has some regrets: "If you can achieve the effect of improving dozens of times like Zhang Yi, it would be better."

"A lot of things can't be done." Five Taro sighed: "We can get this low-level formula and it can be said that it is a good luck, advanced, this is really no way."

"Yes." The service department Jiro thought about it and then asked: "President, you are looking for me because..."

"Bai Shi Chief failed, this time the opponent is very strong." Five Taro faintly said: "Heavenly Kingdom has always been the goal of my great empire, and definitely can not let them have outstanding new people to grow up. This time the target name is Hong Dali At the age of eighteen, you go to the intelligence department to get the information and implement the dagger plan. With your current strength, you want to kill an ordinary 18-year-old young man, no problem?"

"There is no problem." Ichiro Koji replied: "It only takes three seconds, I can let him disappear from this world."

"Well, I believe in your strength." Five Taro gently waved his hand: "Go ready."

"Okay." The service department Jiro promised, followed by a burst of blue smoke, and there was no shadow in an instant.

"Can make both Bai Shi and Ma admitted to fail, but it is still not insured on the side of the service department. After all, Hong Li vigorously defeated the family, luck is quite good, if something unexpected..." Wu Taro touched his chin and thought about it. He shouted outside the door and shouted: "Come, help me contact Shaying."

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Mercenaries are a group of professional killers who "eat by war." They are employed for various assassinations, kidnappings, operations, and even coups. The composition of mercenaries is complex and varied, but they all have one thing in common: they all like war, and war is everything in their lives.

“Who pays for who pays for it” is a basic principle that mercenaries follow. There is no right or wrong in their minds. In the words of a well-known figure in the mercenary sector: "Now as someone is willing to pay me, I will sell for him. I don't know what is wrong. I can serve anyone, as long as he comes out. money."

The Shaying Eagle is the most illustrious of all the mercenary groups in the world - the highest commission, the highest success rate, and the highest level of confidentiality for employers.

For them, as long as you pay for it, there are no people they can't kill.

Australia, Tasmania, Shaying Headquarters.

"Hey, head, your phone." A young man in his twenties handed the phone to his head - one looks very ordinary, and there is absolutely no one in the ordinary people. Look at even the middle-aged people.

And this very ordinary middle-aged man named Charles is the highest leader of the sand eagle, with a quarter of American descent, a quarter of Australian descent, a quarter of British descent, and a quarter of the British descent. The national blood of the day.

"Which?" Charles took the call and said faintly: "You'd better make a long story short, sir, my patience is very limited."

"It's Charles, I'm five Taro." There were five low laughs from Taro: "I think we should be old friends, right?"

"If you mean that my grandfather helped you kill the young people who were surnamed Hong in the heavens decades ago," Charles smiled. "That is really an old friend. But human feelings don't mean much to me. Just say something."

"Well, okay," Wu Taro slowly said: "This is the case, I want to ask Charles to help me kill another person. Just one, the name is Hong Dali, you can send someone to me immediately to take him. data."

"Is it another name?" Charles grinned. "It seems that you have a very fate with the surname Hong."

"I didn't deal with it last time. I am very sorry about this." Wu Taro whispered: "After so many years of recuperation, the Hong family is now showing signs of resurgence."

"Okay, okay," Charles said helplessly. "I will help him close the end of my grandfather's business - open a price."

"500 million dollars." Five Taro directly gave the highest price: "This price, I think it should not be low."

“The price is fair,” Charles immediately agreed. “Is there a time limit?”

"Of course, within a month, if you promise, in the afternoon you can send someone to get a deposit of 100 million dollars."

"Well, big hand. That's it, goodbye, I hope we can have a good cooperation."

“Happy cooperation.”