You got your marriage certificate and then abandoned me? I'll feed the richest woman in the wor

The cracking sound of bones popping.

In the underground control room filled with a cold blue light, it was like the prelude to a death knell.

The eagle stood to the side, its back muscles instantly tensing to their limit.

He knew that the dark, deep sea in Mr. Chen's eyes could easily become turbulent.

Someone has to sacrifice their life to quell this violence.

"Mr. Chen, I'll take the first team out and clean up this mess within three minutes."

Eagle grabbed the tactical walkie-talkie from the control panel.

His other hand was already on the specially made baton at his waist.

His movements exuded a fierce courage that suggested he was ready to snap someone's neck at any moment.

"Need not."

Chen Yuan loosened his clenched fist.

I lowered my eyes and looked back at the screen.

Watching those five red dots gradually creeping towards the main building along the bushes surrounding the manor.

The tactical evasion maneuvers of these five assassins were indeed flawless.

It perfectly avoided the infrared sensors on the perimeter and the security personnel patrolling at crossroads.

Their positioning even bypassed the blind spots where the camera rotated.

But this clever trick is like running naked under a magnifying glass in the face of the micro-vibration sensors buried deep in the soil of the manor.

"The dog in the yard has been eating too much at night these past few days and has become lazy."

Chen Yuan's voice returned to its normal tone.

But the cruelty and mockery that penetrated to the bone made even the eagle swallow hard.

"Let a few out to stretch their muscles."

"Keep it down. Wanzhou was just woken up by the thunder and had just fallen asleep."

A single, understated sentence.

They directly targeted these top assassins who were renowned on the international dark web rankings.

It was downgraded to a toy used to help the dog digest its food.

Eagle's lips curled into a sinister grin, and he immediately pressed the button on the walkie-talkie.

"Put the number three gate on the kennel in the backyard."

The night at Genting Highlands was as dark and thick as an unyielding block of black ink.

Dark clouds obscured the only remaining sliver of moonlight.

The lawn was damp, carrying the fishy smell of a mixture of mud and grass.

Stinger, accompanied by four of his men, crouched low.

The tactical soft-soled boots under my feet made almost no sound as they stepped on the grass.

The five players formed a classic V-shaped assault formation.

They formed a pincer movement, slowly approaching the floor-to-ceiling window below the master bedroom on the second floor.

Each person held a Glock pistol fitted with a silencer.

His other hand held a poisoned military dagger behind his back.

"The security at this manor is nothing special."

Sting communicated with his men in hushed tones in English through a throat microphone.

A hint of disdain flashed in the eyes that were exposed outside the hood.

"The so-called richest people in China only know how to put on a show in public."

"The surrounding blind spots are as numerous as a sieve."

"Prepare to go up to the second floor. If you encounter any obstruction, kill them without mercy."

He made an upward gesture and took the climbing rope with suction cups from his waist.

They were about to throw it onto the second-floor balcony.

however.

Just as his arm was raised.

A faint rustling sound, almost imperceptible.

A strange sound rang out from less than five meters behind them.

This is not the sound of wind blowing through leaves.

It sounded more like the squeak of a large wild beast's paws rubbing against the damp earth.

In that instant, all the hairs on Venomous Sting's body stood on end.

His intuition, honed by years of walking the line between life and death, made him feel the chilling gaze of death looming over him.

He turned his head abruptly.

The silenced pistol in his hand was instantly pointed at the source of the sound.

But there was nothing in sight.

There was only a patch of dark, low bushes.

"What's wrong, boss?"

His subordinate lowered his voice and looked in the direction of the gun barrel with suspicion.

Stinger did not answer.

His pupils contracted sharply in the darkness, and a layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Not right.

It's too quiet.

Suddenly, a strong, pungent smell of wild animals filled the air.

It was mixed with a strange, chilling smell of blood.

"Up there! In the tree!"

Another assassin responsible for covering the rear suddenly let out a suppressed scream.

His voice betrayed an undisguised panic.

The venomous stinger suddenly raised its head.

On the horizontal branches of the huge French plane tree overhead.

Unbeknownst to them, three enormous black shadows had silently crouched there.

Eyes that don't reflect any light.

Even the sound of their breathing was deliberately suppressed to a minimum.

Just as the stinger raised its head.

The three dark figures resembled black meteorites falling from the sky.

It came crashing down with a violent, bloody gust of wind.

The speed was so fast that it defied common sense in zoology.

boom!

The assassin who first cried out in alarm didn't even have time to pull the trigger.

He was tackled to the ground by a retired German Shepherd that was over 1.5 meters long and weighed nearly 100 kilograms.

The sharp claws tore his tactical vest apart.

That gaping maw didn't hesitate at all.

It bit down precisely on the assassin's right wrist, where he was holding the gun.

Click!

The sound of bones breaking was particularly crisp and jarring on the quiet lawn.

"ah--!"

The assassin let out a distorted scream, and the Glock pistol slipped from his hand and fell onto the grass.

The German Shepherd bit his wrist tightly, and the enormous bite force severed the nerves and tendons in his hand.

This is not finished.

This military dog ​​once ate mutated giant fruit bats in an ancient European castle.

He was nourished by Chen Yuan's daily medicinal diet and special ingredients.

Their physical abilities and ferocity far surpassed those of their ordinary counterparts.

Its bright green eyes held an almost eerie intelligence.

After biting off the tendon in his hand.

Instead of loosening its grip, it used its weight to suddenly shake its head.

He tossed the 160-pound adult man around on the ground like a rag doll, sending him rolling twice.

"Fire! Fire now!"

Poison Sting's eyes were bloodshot as he roared at his three other subordinates beside him.

But it was all too late.

The other two German Shepherds have also completed a perfect coordinated kill.

He crashed headfirst into another assassin's chest, the force of the impact causing him to vomit his dinner from the night before.

The other end bared its fangs and bit down hard on the third assassin's calf.

They dragged him down onto the muddy grass.

This is not a dog at all.

This is a monster in dog's clothing!

Sting had carried out hundreds of missions on the dark web, and even when surrounded by a regular army, he had never felt so desperate.

His men were cold-blooded killers, chosen from among hundreds.

In front of these three dogs.

Just like a baby who has just learned to walk.

They didn't even have a chance to fight back.

"Bang! Bang!"

Stinger finally pulled the trigger.

The silenced pistol emitted a muffled hissing sound.

Two bullets grazed the fur of a black-backed dog, breaking only a few hairs.

The black-backed dog was enraged by the bullet.

He suddenly turned his head, his red eyes fixed on the poison stinger.

next second.

It pushed off the ground with all four limbs, and its massive body transformed into a black lightning bolt.

It lunged straight at the venomous stinger's face.

Stinger didn't even have time to fire a third shot.

He could only instinctively raise his left arm to block.

Click!

The fangs pierced the flesh, biting through the protective layer of the tactical uniform.

Sting felt a soul-rending pain in his left arm and was knocked to the ground on the lawn.

The dog's mouth, full of sharp teeth, was less than two centimeters away from his throat.

Hot, pungent dog breath sprayed onto his face.

He could even smell the nauseating stench of blood.

"Don't move."

A cold, heavily accented English speech.

It came from behind the bushes not far away.

The three black-backed dogs, which were tearing at each other, heard this sound.

They stopped attacking instantly, just like well-trained soldiers.

But those sharp fangs remained firmly lodged in the wrists and shinbones of the four assassins.

If they dare to move even slightly, they will be bitten in two immediately.

The eagle was wearing a black vest and carrying a riot baton in one hand.

He yawned as he slowly emerged from the shadows.

He didn't even glance at the four international assassins on the ground, who were covered in blood from dog bites and writhing in pain.

He walked up to Stinger and poked his face, which was contorted with fear, with his riot baton.

Eagle yawned as he walked out, looked at the top international assassin on the ground, howling in pain from being bitten by a dog, and shook his head: "The quality of assassins these days is really low. They can't even beat our dog, yet they dare to assassinate Mr. Chen?"