Starting from the Dragon Tribe

"Come on, beat this girl first and then we'll talk. Whoever takes her down first will be the first!"

Lucas waved the bat in his hand, but he was not the first to hit it, but someone looked at Miranla through the light reflected by the car lights on the wall.

The light brown hair has been let down at this time and is scattered on the back. The exquisite facial features are as if they were carefully carved by craftsmen, reminiscent of the sculpture of the goddess Venus. The girl wore light makeup today, and her eyebrows were outlined with slender lines. Upright, adding a bit of heroism, a black evening dress outlines his curvy figure, as if it can arouse the fire in the heart.

Some people will be dazzled by beauty, but some people will not, such as Lucas, who couldn't help but back away when he met the girl's eyes.

Because he felt that rather than Aphrodite representing desire, the temperament of the other party was more like the Valkyrie!

Accompanied by the sound of whooshing through the air, the little black man rushed towards Miran while swinging the metal chain. At the end of the metal chain was the blade of a utility knife!

Miranla looked indifferent, lowered her head and turned sideways, the chain brushed against her hair. She stepped forward, clasped the little man's arm with one hand, pulled it back and forth, and used the force of his forward thrust to make him lose his balance. The slender beautiful legs were raised, but it was not the fragrant touch that the little man had imagined. With the sound of his nose cracking, he felt dizzy and was thrown aside.

There was a sound of breaking the air from the right side. It was a person waving a steel bar. Milanla stepped forward and turned his body slightly, then grabbed a person's collar and pulled him backwards. The steel bar landed perfectly on the person's face.

She used the power of pulling to step on the ground with one foot. Her high heels turned on the ground like the best ballerina. The sound of the dress being ripped apart was heard. The roundhouse kick hit the face of the person holding the steel bar. The sharp heel brought up the floating blood. In the fog, the girl's eyes are as cold as the water of the Loire River in winter.

In just two seconds, three people fell down. Now the gangsters finally realized that they were talking about the iron plate. This might really be a professional female bodyguard.

But the battle has begun. They have been hanging out in the harbor all year round. They know that it is useless to kneel down and beg for mercy in this situation. Under the call of the black leader Lucas, they can only rush forward to face the scalp.

The baseball bat fell towards Miranla's back, but as if she had eyes on her back, she turned sideways lightly and dodged the attack by a hair. Then she grabbed the fallen baseball bat with her bare hands and pulled it forward, and then Then he let go and struck back with his elbow, accurately hitting the attacker's cheek.

The man lost consciousness instantly, let go of the bat and fell, but before it hit the ground, he was caught in the girl's hand. When he got up, he swung it to the left casually and hit the head of a man who was charging towards her with a dagger, because he had no intention of killing anyone. In accordance with the principle, she did not use a lot of force, so due to inertia, the man was still in a forward posture, and the dagger in his hand was released.

Miranla punched the person in front of him in the throat with his right hand. He let go of the bat with his left hand and accurately grabbed the flying dagger. Then he threw it to the side and forward, and penetrated a man in shabby clothes who was walking along the wall. The man in the down jacket pinned it to the advertising board leaning against the wall in his collar.

The man looked at the blade close to his neck, feeling the chill, with cold sweat on his forehead, and the steel bar he was holding fell to the ground.

"What a bitch!"

Lucas mustered up the courage to rush forward, he was the strongest of the group.

However, Miranla did not look at him, and just kicked the bat that fell to the ground, hitting his running legs. The strong Lucas was tripped to the ground and fell into the mud.

Someone was attacking from the side with a screwdriver. Milanla opened her right arm, and the opponent's hand passed through the gap. She suddenly tightened and turned, her waist exerted force, and the sound of broken bones was heard. The screwdriver fell behind Milanla, and she One leg was slightly bent, and the heel of the shoe happened to hit the handle of the screwdriver, piercing the right chest of the person behind who was about to rush to capture her. I don't know if it was a coincidence, but it was not a fatal injury.

"Don't move!"

At this time, someone shouted loudly, but it was the little black man who was hit by Milan's knee in the first place. He was holding an SP2022 pistol and pointed it tremblingly at the young man in the car.

Miran turned around and looked at the little black man, her eyes growing colder. This was the first time she had accompanied the guild on a combat-related mission. This scene was her fault. She had embarrassed the Lionheart Club.

"I specifically told you not to move. You bitch, if you don't want your employer's brain to explode, just stay calm!"

The little black man roared with red eyes, and the hand holding the gun kept shaking.

Before today, if someone had told him that a girl could defeat a group of big men in a few seconds, he would have thought that person was making an international joke on him. But when he saw it today, this girl looked like a girl from a movie. Agent!

No wonder this young man dared to drive a luxury car to such a chaotic place at night. With such a powerful female bodyguard, how could he not dare to go?

But today they still fell into the hands of me, Pister. Just thinking about it made him very happy. No matter how hard you fight, your employer is being held hostage. Don’t you have to submit obediently?

Although today's loss is heavy, the rest of the night will still be wonderful.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Miranla said calmly, then turned around and elbowed Lucas in the abdomen who stood up and attacked her. She lowered her body slightly and used a sharp uppercut to ensure that the opponent's jaw was perfectly dislocated.

"Do you think I dare not shoot, you bitch!"

Pister looked crazy, but when he looked inside the car out of the corner of his eye, a sense of absurdity rose in his heart, because the boy was not frightened or confused at this time, and did not even raise his head to look at him. He was just talking calmly on his mobile phone. As he was typing, the interface didn’t look like he was calling the police, but some kind of chat software. Heck, he even saw the cat’s good morning emoticon!

At this time, he was still in the mood to say good morning to the girl who was nowhere. There must be something wrong with this rich boy's mind! ?

Pister was heartbroken and his hand was trembling as he prepared to pull the trigger, but then he heard the young man speak.

"Milanla, just two questions are enough. Let them be quiet for the rest. It will make me think."

The young man frowned. He forgot where the emoticon package sequence recommended to him by Brother Chu last time was. He had originally planned to show Eriki a new emoticon package today.

"Boy, shut up!"

Pist shouted tremblingly. He still didn't have the courage to shoot. Rather, he felt that even if he had a gun in his hand, he couldn't hit the girl. The hostage was his only protection now.

On the other side, with screams of pain, everyone fell to the ground and became quiet. Only Lucas and Pist were still conscious.

Mirala stepped across the dirty ground in high heels, glanced at her slit dress, and frowned, that's why she hated wearing this kind of dress. Fortunately, she was very serious today and didn't sprain her feet.

Pister looked at Miranla, who was walking toward him with an indifferent expression. Finally, he collapsed under the pressure of fear and pulled the trigger in his hand.

At this moment, he felt inexplicably relaxed, and suddenly felt that it was a good deal for him to take such a rich man on the road with him.

"President, you can start asking questions."

However, the girl passed by Pister without even looking at the dazed little black man. She just walked to the front of the car and bowed slightly.

jingle--

There was a crisp sound of metal hitting the ground. Pister looked at the bullet rolling down at his feet, and then looked at the man who put his hand by the car window, opening and closing his palm slightly, which was the motion of throwing something.

Boundless fear spread in Pist's mind, and finally broke his heart. He dropped the pistol to the ground, took two steps back with a look of horror on his face, and sat on the ground dejectedly.

Miranella glanced at the little black man. These people regarded her as a female murderer, but they didn't know that she had saved their lives. If the president had taken action, he might have been a little "ignorant"

The college's executive department regulations do stipulate that they cannot kill ordinary people, but with the strength and prestige of the president, these deaths are in vain.

"Hey, I found it."

Lu Chen finally showed an expression of relief on his face, sent Eri a super cute fat cat emoticon, and put away his phone with satisfaction.

Then he opened the car door, got out of the car and glanced at the little black man who was paralyzed with fear, "This car is very expensive. I'm careful even when I'm not looking. You actually shoot indiscriminately?"

The speed of the SP2022 bullet is only 300 meters per second. It is not difficult for him now to catch the bullet of this gadget, and it is easier to dodge, but it may damage the interior of the car. This is Milan Logically speaking, the college will not make up for the loss of personal property and equipment provided by the Executive Department.

"Okay, don't be so scared. We are just here to consult on some matters, but you seem to be a little excited."

Lu Chen walked up to the other party and frowned when he saw that the other party didn't respond, "Don't you understand English?"

"President, he may be frightened. Let's ask this first."

Miranla gave a friendly reminder on the side. To be honest, she was a little shocked. Although she had known that the president's current strength seemed outrageous, she did not expect that grabbing the bullet of the pistol would be so easy and freehand.

Lu Chen stood up helplessly and walked towards the black man crawling on the ground. He lightly kicked his chin and helped him fix the dislocated joint.

"Don't be nervous, what's your name?"

Lu Chen thought his smile was very friendly, but to Lucas he looked like a devil.

"Lou, Lucas."

He replied tremblingly that he had also seen the scene where Pister fired the gun just now. He originally thought he was dreaming, but the pain in his body told him that it was not a dream.

But what the hell is this boy, a superhero or something like that! ?

He caught the bullet with his bare hands!

"It seems that you can understand English. Let me ask you an answer. If I am not satisfied, then the fish in the sea will be satisfied. Do you understand?"

Lucas' head nodded like a rattle.

Lu Chen smiled and said, "Very good, let me ask you, did any of you see any fights by the river in the city the night before yesterday?"

Lucas shook his head.

Lu Chen was not discouraged. It was normal. This was just the first stop tonight, just a small den. It was doubtful whether these gangsters had entered the city the day before yesterday.

"Second question, were there any suspicious-looking ships sneaking out of the harbor the night before yesterday?"

"I...I don't know."

Lucas was sweating profusely. He really didn't know who had nothing to do but keep an eye on the ships leaving the port in the middle of the night every day. What was suspicious was not that there were none, but that there were too many. Smuggling was very serious in this port.

Lu Chen pondered for a moment, then asked with a serious expression: "The third question...who ordered you to attack us today?"

Lu Chen's words stunned Lucas, and Miranla was also a little confused. Isn't this just a gangster's ordinary attempt to commit suicide?

However, when Milanla saw the ghostly expression on Lucas's face, she knew that maybe there was something fishy about it.

"Give you ten seconds to think."

Lu Chen urged, he was not making random guesses. Although he had been interacting with Eri Yi just now, he was not paying attention to the situation at all. At least at the beginning, the look of wanting to retreat on Lucas's face when he rushed out was replaced by He saw it, but then the other party gritted his teeth and became fierce. This was obviously not right.

Not to mention that it was rare for gangsters to attack people driving luxury cars, and Lucas obviously recognized the value of this car. He shouldn't be so bold.

"The people behind you can't kill you now, but we can."

Mirala was half sitting in the driver's seat and spoke, throwing aside the blood-stained high heels and putting on a pair of sneakers. She was also a clean person.

Lucas finally gave up. In fact, the two people in front of him shocked him too much today. They were more killers than killers. He felt that the threat from the other party was definitely serious, and it would be effortless to kill him.

"Yes...it's Boss Luo Payen. He is the boss of Nantes' underground black state. Please, I'm just a nobody and I don't know anything."

Lucas could not wait to lower his head and kiss the boy's feet, bursting with snot and tears. Only when a person is close to death will he realize that he is not as courageous as he thought.

Lu Chen stood up, straightened his clothes, stopped looking at Lucas, walked to the car, opened the door and got in. Unexpectedly, he gained a lot at just the first stop.

It would be better to say that some of the people involved in this matter could not sit still, or they simply wanted to test him.

As the principal said, they are all useless and low-level methods, but these gangsters are not worthy of pity.

"You may receive some psychological counseling in a few days, which will make you feel much better, and maybe you can change your mind and start a new life."

Lu Chen left a word and Miranla started the car.

Breathing the cool sea breeze, he thought about whether he should go straight to Huanglong to find out the so-called boss Luo Payen and question him.

But then the ringtone representing news from the execution department rang. Lu Chen opened his phone, looked at the new message, and smiled silently.

"Milanla, change direction, the clues are slowly unfolding."

He received the latest news from the Executive Department. The Laurent family's "remedial person" took the initiative to contact the Executive Department and sent the coordinates. The destination was the Cathedral of St. Pierre and St. Paul.

He looked at the time and saw it was exactly twelve o'clock.