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It was a little unexpected that Romon would be so interested in a flight attendant, Le En nodded slightly in a daze and said, "Well, I will do as you like."

He gave instructions to the bald men behind him, and soon there was a glass of 96-year-old Lombardy red wine in Miss Qiqi's hand.

Does this guy always want to make such surprise attacks?

Seeing that he just said it casually at the beginning, Romon remembered the origin of his favorite red wine in his heart.

Regarding this delicate heart-warming gesture, Miss Qiqi raised the corners of her mouth slightly, then raised the wine glass, toasted to Luo Meng, and then sipped the wine in the glass together with Luo Meng's heart.

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Time in the casino always flies by.

Before the players at the gaming table felt anything, the manager of the casino came up to provide 'anti-addiction' services.

"Ladies and gentlemen, our gambling game has been going on for four hours. For the sake of your health, we will have an hour of free time. Please enjoy it."

Under the supervision of the casino manager's eyes, each player left the gaming table one by one, and then the gaming table on the high platform in the center was separated again by a red velvet ribbon, in case someone took advantage of everyone's rest and came to the stage to do some boring little tricks .

However, although the casino manager can isolate the small movements on the gaming table, he can't do anything about the small movements under the gaming table.

After leaving the central gaming table, Le En just gave Romon a cold look, and left the casino with his bald bodyguard.

On the other hand, Romon decided to take the initiative to give the opponent a chance after feeling the murderous gaze of the opponent.

"I'm going back to the hotel. During the time I'm away, you two are not allowed to leave this casino, understand?"

Hearing Romon's sudden request, Pila and Qiqi looked at each other and understood what Romon wanted to do.

"Bond, you don't want to show your flaws on purpose and give them a chance to do something, right?" Pila pursed her lips, her voice trembling.

"It is more dangerous for us to keep the enemy in the dark."

As Romon said, he tugged at the hem of his clothes to make the suit on his body more straight: "Okay, you two, pay attention to safety, I'll go back as soon as I go."

"Bond, are you going alone? You don't need to inform them?" The ones Pilar mentioned were the FBI support team headed by Big Beard.

"No." Luo shook his head: "Instead of cooperating in battle, let those guys reserve their energy to deal with the corpse."

Rejecting Pila's proposal to ask for support, Romon returned to the hotel alone, and the moment he entered the hotel, Le En received information from his subordinates.

On the walkie-talkie, which was constantly beeping, a subordinate with a duck voice reported, "Sir, that guy Bond has entered the hotel."

"How many people did he bring?" Le En asked.

"Sir, he is the only one." The subordinate continued to report.

"Just him?"

Hearing that Romon was alone, Le En was a little surprised, but soon he adjusted his mentality, and the corner of his mouth curled up into a smirk: "Good boy, you like to play the role of a lonely hero, right? Then I'll let you play it for once!"

Nodding with a smirk, Le En called his assassination team in French.

Yes, in French, because Le En's killers were specially hired from the Congo.

All jungle guerrillas were born and killed an unknown number of Congolese government officials. Le En invited them to assassinate Romon, which can be regarded as killing a chicken with a sledgehammer.

With pitch-black skin and a dark room where you can't see your fingers, these killers from Congo are just hiding in the suite where Romon cut off the power, ready to give him a shot when Romon enters the room. Literally 'killing' African surprises.

Whoops hey.

This kid, Le En, can do it.

The African style was even prepared for me. If it wasn’t for my virtual camera’s built-in night vision function, I really wouldn’t have seen seven burly men ambush in the room.

Swipe the room card on the electronic lock of the wooden door of the suite, and with a click, the door lock opened, but Romon did not rush to open the door, but held the doorknob and stared for a moment, acting as if he was getting ready.

"4, 3, 2, 1!"

Looking at the Rolex watch on his wrist, Romon's lips squirmed, doing a countdown that only he and the audience could hear. Finally, after he silently said 1, he slammed down the doorknob, and then rolled forward into the room , just dodged a slash aimed at his face.

"Merde!"

Scolding a French version of shit, the nigger killer who hit the air with one blow immediately shouted to his teammates: "Quick! Kill that... ah!!!"

Without giving the nigger killer enough time to speak, Romon kicked the nigger killer's ankle with a kick.

Accompanied by the clear sound of fractures and the screams that stopped abruptly, Romon took advantage of the moment when the black ghost killer lost his mind, and directly used a counter-grab, stabbing the machete tightly held by the black ghost killer into him. in the heart.

Romon's speed was so fast that he didn't even give the other killers a chance to support him.

When the remaining six killers came back to their senses, their companions had already fallen heavily to the ground.

"Karaturaso!"

Shouting the name of the dead companion, two people immediately rushed forward to end Romon's life. Facing the outnumbered situation, Romon could only fight while retreating until he came to the sofa in the living room. Mengcai was short, and took out the SIG Sauer pistol that had been hidden under the coffee table before.

Now, with the blessing of hot weapons on Romon's side, the situation on the battlefield was instantly reversed. After simply finishing off the two killers who were chasing him, Romon's forehead felt a pain instantly, and a bullet shot from the shadow wiped the Romon's skin.

The war escalated.

Bang bang bang!

With continuous gunshots, the high-end business suite that Romon rented quickly changed from the ancient European court style to the Syrian war-damaged style.

Snapped!

Another unlucky goblet was shattered by a stray bullet. Romon calmly reloaded in the splashing glass slag, then stood up from behind the wine cabinet and frantically pulled the trigger in the direction of the bedroom door.

Under the pouring of bullets, the hotel bedroom door, which had never been considered bulletproof, was instantly pierced, and the guerrilla killer hiding behind him finally fell into a pool of blood with hatred.

"Whoo~~~~~~"

After finishing all the seven killers, Romon held the wine cabinet with one hand and let out a sigh of relief, then picked out the only intact bottle of vodka from the wine cabinet, picked up a barely intact tumbler, and stumbled Go to the bathroom.

Turning on the light in the bathroom, Romon's tragic situation after the battle was finally fully displayed in front of the camera.

His face was covered with blood, and his shirt was even more soaked in blood. He tore off the blood-stained shirt three times and twice, revealing the robust body inside and the wound that kept gushing blood on his body.

What should I do next?

Treat the wound?

No, the next shot that Romon will shoot is just a shot of him drinking.

After unscrewing the soft aluminum bottle cap of vodka and pouring more than half of the glass into the flat-bottomed wine glass, Romon directly picked up the glass and drank it in one gulp, showing his image of a tough guy to the fullest.

As for having so many wounds on his body, would drinking spirits like this madly make the injury worse?

Who cares.

Anyway, Romon didn't care, and the audience in front of his screen didn't care. The only people who would feel confused about this kind of thing might be the normal human beings in this world.

Just like this bald old man who quietly appeared behind Romon, held a Gru pistol in his hand, watched Romon's back quietly, and kept swallowing his saliva.

"Leon photographed you to check on the situation?"

Through the vanity mirror in front of him, Luo Meng could clearly see the bald old man behind him, the one who ordered wine for Qiqi in the casino.

"Did you kill those people outside?"

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The bald man's voice trembled a little, obviously because he was overwhelmed by Romon's super fighting power.

"If you mean the niggers, I did."

Romon shrugged with a smile, then picked up the vodka on the dressing table, poured another half glass into his own glass: "Would you like some wine?"

"No, I'm a normal person, not a lunatic like you who is bleeding and drinking alcohol."

Shaking his head lightly, the bald old man adjusted his emotions, and said goodbye to Romon: "Mr. Bond, do you have any last words for me to pass on to your companions in the casino?"

boom!

Instead of Romon's answer, gunshots sounded in the bathroom.

With the shattered vanity mirror, the camera turned again, and it was Romon who had finished washing and returned to the casino wearing a brand new evening dress.

"Bond, what's going on?"

Pila stepped forward and asked about Romon's situation anxiously. On the other hand, Qiqi just glanced at the brand-new evening dress on Romon's body, then smiled and handed a glass of martini to Romon's hand: "My dear, here's your share of victory wine."

"Also, your new evening dress is also very good, but it will be more perfect if you can change the bow tie around your neck from black to navy blue."

Pila is not an idiot. When he heard Qiqi mentioning the new evening dress on Romon, he instantly understood that Romon had returned in victory:

"Bond, have you dealt with Lehn?"

"Leen was not dealt with, but several killers he sent were dealt with."

Romon first took the martini from Qiqi, and then handed over his room card to Pila: "Tell those friends in the organization that it's time for them to work."

"clear."

Pila took the room card and turned to leave, while Luo Meng walked to a booth with his arms around Qiqi's waist, waiting for the second half of the game to start.

"Trash! What a fucking bunch of useless trash other than farming tools! Seven of them can kill one of them and miss? How could they be so trash!"

Knowing that the assassination failed, Le En frantically cursed the stupidity of the group of black ghost killers, and as his emotions continued to worsen, his asthma also developed rapidly. Not only did he need medicine to maintain his breathing, but even his The lacrimal glands began to gush out mottled blood.

Pulling out a tissue and wiping the blood and tears from the corners of his eyes, Le En looked down at the bald boy who had been pierced through the lower abdomen by Romon, and now he was only half breathed and came back to report, waving his hands and saying: "Okay, okay, take this idiot to the hospital quickly Treat him, I will find other ways to deal with Bond."

He said he was thinking of other ways, but the current situation is: the guerrilla killers he specially invited from the Congo can't do anything to Bond, what else can he do to get revenge on his side.

Le En was thinking, suddenly he frowned, thinking of a quirk of Romon during the gambling process, that is, this bastard loves to drink very much, and he loves to drink his original dry martini.

"Since this bastard loves to drink so much, can I work on it~"

Le En curled up a cold smirk, then took out his phone and dialed the number of a local pimp.

"Well, I need a woman, a beautiful and bold woman!"

At the same time that Le En contacted the prostitute killer, the FBI team led by Big Beard had already opened the door of Romon's senior suite.

As the saying goes: Once an expert makes a move, he will know if there is one.

The bearded man looked at the dense bullet holes in the suite, and at the corpses of black ghosts strewn about on the ground, and he could imagine what kind of brutal indoor war this place had experienced.

"Is that bastard a monster? How did he win such an indoor war by himself?"

The bearded man let out an unbelievable emotion, without his one-to-one empathy, let him lead his five-member team to face-to-face against these nigger killers with a full staff, and he didn't even think about it. There is a way to ensure that one person on his side can win a big victory without dying.

Sometimes, conquering peers is far easier than conquering laymen.

The bearded man simply glanced at the battlefield left by Romon, and completely retracted his previous prejudice against Romon, and completely approved of the young FBI agent.

"Brothers, work for our wonderful companion!"

The bearded man led his men and began to quickly clean up the corpses in the house, while on the other side of Le En's suite, the efficient local pimp also sent Le En the prostitute killer he requested.

"Three parts gin, one part vodka, half a part absinthe, shaken with ice, and a peeled lemon to go."

"When you hear someone order a drink like this, take the opportunity to drip the liquid from this vial into his drink, understand?"

Holding a poison bottle the size of a pen cap, Le En asked the beautiful prostitute killer in front of him, and offered a generous price: "It's such a simple job, as long as you complete it, I will give it to you." $30 in compensation."

"I want a deposit of [-] yuan."

The pimp was undoubtedly a professional. He recognized Le En's voice, and directly found a professional prostitute killer for Le En, the kind of professional who directly asked for a deposit.

And this kind of profession is also pursued by Le En. Without a word of nonsense, he directly opened the drawer in the lower right corner of the desk, and took out two kraft paper bags from it.

Among them, the thicker ones are thrown for prostitutes, and the thinner ones are thrown for pimps, which also highlights a skillful and professional technique.

"When do I do it?"

After simply counting the money in the kraft paper bag, the prostitute killer collected the banknotes and reminded casually: "I also provide regular services for prostitutes, except killing people."

"No regular service because my time off has come."

He looked up at the wall clock on the wall, and the second half of the game was about to start in 10 minutes. Although this time was enough for Le En, he didn't have the habit of actively being a clown.

He didn't want a whore to look down on him.

huh~~~

Exhaling stale air, straightening his evening gown, Le En stretched his arms, and led the prostitute killer back to the casino with a gentleman's elegant pace.

"Honey, don't you wish me luck?"

After taking his seat, Le En followed Romon's example and asked the prostitute killer for the so-called blessing of good luck.

As for the prostitute killer, she was still as considerate as ever. Looking at Le En's slightly raised chin, she knew how to bestow the other party's so-called blessing.

Leaning down and kissing Le En affectionately on the lips, the prostitute killer evoked a sweet smile at the level of a business champion, and blessed Le En: "Honey, I wish you good luck."

Ha ha.