Dragon Clan: Reboot Life

Chapter 244 I Don't Know What It's Called Today

Caesar leaned against the iron gate.

Yuanzhinv took out a cigarette case from her pocket, took out a Japanese-made "Mental Seven Stars" cigarette, and handed one to Caesar.

Caesar took it curiously, played with it in his hand for a while, shook his head and said, "Do you Japanese smoke such pussy cigarettes?"

He took out the last cigar packaged in an aluminum tube from his pocket, stuffed it into Yuan Zhinv's hand, took out the Seven Stars in his hand, and threw it away, and said in a big brother-like tone: "My first The first time I saw your brother, I recommended this cigar to him, this is what a man should smoke."

He patted Yuanzhinv's shoulder, didn't say anything, and walked forward on his own, as if everything was in the cigar.

He won't say that it's actually the last of his stock, meant to be kept at Herzog's funeral as a reminder of the past.

Caesar Gattuso's generosity is by no means giving to others what he doesn't care about.

He can share everything he has with someone if he needs to, if that person is worth it.

Yuan Zhinv looked at the cigar that was forcibly stuffed into her hand, and smiled.

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"Master, we have already controlled the situation, but there is something wrong with the situation inside. It seems that someone has come here before us and has just left. I suggest you go and see for yourself." The crow stood in front of the team and bowed.

In formal occasions, they all call the boss "big patriarch", and the intimate title of "boss" is their exclusive in private.

Yuan Zhisheng nodded and walked to the ground. When he stepped through the iron door of the laboratory, he stopped suddenly and looked down at his feet. A box of opened Qixing cigarettes was thrown on the ground.

Yuan Zhisheng stared at the cigarette box for a few breaths, he knew very well that Caesar would never smoke this kind of soft cigarette in his opinion, and Chu Zihang didn't smoke either, so people who smoke this kind of Japanese cigarettes would say nothing. Metaphor.

A few hours ago, the executive department sent the news that the young girl was openly performing in Kabukicho, Ginza, to his desk. At the same time, several commissioners from the headquarters were also suspected of haunting. The Japanese executive department believed that the two parties had reached an alliance.

Yuan Zhisheng withdrew his gaze and stepped into the underground laboratory.

As expected of his brother, even the brand of cigarettes he smoked was exactly the same as his brother.

The tragic situation in the underground research room came into view one by one as Yuan Zhisheng looked around.

The scene of the fire can be seen everywhere, as well as the charred, pitch-black twisted bones.

"My lord, these are materials piled together, it seems that someone helped us organize them." Sakura walked over with a pile of materials.

Yuan Zhisheng casually opened the top one.

"Herzog's notebook?" Yuan Zhisheng moved his eyes slightly, and took the notebook.

He guessed that Caesar and others deliberately left this notebook at the top, and there must be important clues in this notebook.

He flipped through it, the first half was in Russian and slowly switched to Japanese in the middle, and he was even able to find a few grammatical errors, but almost only in the earliest parts.

Even just from this diary, you can feel Herzog's strong learning ability.

Yuan Zhisheng flipped through it quickly and found that the frequency of the name "Bondarev" was too high. Herzog kept mentioning the name "Bondarev" as if he missed his wife in a foreign country. .

But Bondarev...isn't it Dad?
"Boss! Something happened!" With a snarl, the crow rushed in through the iron gate, "Boss! Something happened to the headquarters, we can't contact the headquarters!"

In desperation, the crow directly called out the private address.

This is Tokyo. In theory, everything should be under the control of Kaguya Hime. Of course, Kaguya Hime is not omnipotent, there are still many dead ends, and now Kaguya Hime is conducting an electronic confrontation with the EVA of Kassel Academy at full power. But at least there should be no unreachable situation.

"Calm down, say one word at a time." Yuan Zhisheng turned around with a calm expression.

Infected by the calmness of the boss, Crow's rationality gradually cooled down. He took a deep breath and reported: "We suddenly couldn't get in touch with the headquarters, and we couldn't get in touch even after trying various methods. I have already sent someone back to the headquarters to check the situation. "

After Yuan Zhisheng listened, he handed the diary in his hand to Sakura, turned around and walked outside the house, giving orders calmly on the way.

"Sakura led a team of people to stay and finish the work, and moved all the useful things back, and the crow followed me back to the headquarters."

He walked quickly, and the crow caught up from behind, dragged the driver out, and sat in the driver's seat by himself.

"Boss, I have an ominous premonition. Do you think the location of this research institute was deliberately leaked to us by the ghosts, so that we can divert the tiger away from the mountain and attack when the strength of the headquarters is weak?" Crow slammed on the accelerator anxiously and galloped at the forefront.

Yuan Zhisheng didn't answer, and he hasn't said a word since he got in the car. He didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, but just looked at the tall and square building in the distance through the car window.

Something has happened indeed. Genji Heavy Industries, which is usually brightly lit like heaven, is now pitch black.

Such a titanium-black building standing in a storm, like a coffin, is really unlucky.

Yuan Zhisheng thought in his heart.

"Don't worry, we have more than [-] senior cadres of the executive department in the headquarters, led by Yasha." Yuan Zhisheng said calmly, "No matter how fierce the enemy's attack is, Yasha can last us until we return."

The senior cadres of the Japanese branch, if divided by pure blood, are all A-level.

At the moment when most of the power of the ghosts has been wiped out, even if they still retain the most capable members, it is impossible to win in a short period of time on the home court of the Bajia of Sheqi.

The crow let out a breath slowly, calmed down for a while, and said in a low voice: "Yes, the boss is right, that guy Yasha has no brains, so it's okay to fight."

After that, there was silence all the way, only the sound of water splashing from the wheels and rainwater falling on the roof of the car.

Yuan Zhisheng held the mobile phone in his hand, and the dial on the screen was for Tachibana Masamune, but he couldn't get through. The intruder seemed to use a signal jammer.

If the call gets through... He wants to tell his father that he has arranged tasks for Erika in advance, and he should not go to Erika's room no matter what.

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All the landings in all directions collapsed at the same moment, the pouring rain swept away the quiet space, and the turbulent murderous aura filled every inch of the space.

As the black shadows thrown by the broken glass climbed up without incident, they shook their bodies to shake off the glass shards, and then let out joyful hisses.

They have human-like faces, but their huge bodies are more like ancient snakes. Their golden pupils are like Buddha lamps burning in the dark. Standing upright, they are three to four meters high, almost touching the ceiling.

They seem to be cheering and laughing, with sharp teeth protruding from the huge slits, and the forked tongues quivering like little red snakes.

Yasha, the leader of the team, twitched his face, cursed in a low voice, and roared angrily, "Shoot! Shoot these monsters without human rights!"

The next moment, the hands of the scarred cadres were full of flames, and there was a lot of gunfire!
Before facing these monsters, they had already fought with the backbone of the fierce ghosts once.

The boss guessed right, the fierce ghosts really hide a large number of "ghosts" that are not on the list held by the Bajia of Sheqi!
Dozens of guns spewed out flames, and the hall was suddenly covered in a hail of bullets. This storm of metal bullets severely suppressed the group of Deadpools.

But Yasha's expression did not improve at all. Although the dead waiters rushing to the front were shot one after another, almost all of them were only injured. The bodies of these snake-shaped dead waiters were extremely strong. Their bodies are also stuck in the hard bones.

And they had just experienced a fierce battle, and there were less than [-] men left. The guns and bullets they collected in a hurry were not enough to fight this war, and they would eventually return to hand-to-hand combat.

Amidst the sound of gunfire, dozens of huge mouths opened to the limit, making shrill cries at them, but this was not from fear, but from anger.

The Deadpool is different from the Corpse Guard. The sensory nerves of the Corpse Guard have been killed in the process of concocting. A broken limb is like a hair cut to them. Deadpool can still feel some pain, but the pain is not enough to make them retreat. , but will arouse their ferocity.

"Effective damage is not enough! This is just delaying time!" Yasha roared, "Where is my bazooka?!"

The barrage cannot effectively kill Deadpool, and the superimposed kinetic energy is constantly repelling Deadpool, but once they run out of bullets, the situation will be reversed instantly.

"Go and inform Mr. Masamune to evacuate first!" Yasha grabbed his submachine gun, pushed him to the back, and shouted without looking back, "The others will stick to the computer room with me! The elders will take people back immediately. I'm done, hold on to me! After the bullets are fired, put the knife on!"

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"Is it a pity to just give up this important identity?"

There was no one in the corridor, and there was a faint smell of formalin in the distance, and various "dangerous area" and "no entry" signs were pasted on the walls.

The old man strode along the empty corridor, and replied calmly: "It's a pity, but it's a pity, but it's a pity, and it's better to use this identity to do something at last, and then feign death."

　Today is a business trip, I just arrived at the hotel in the evening, this chapter should be short, tomorrow I will try to make it longer
　　
　
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