Urban Conceited Soldier

Under the colorful neon lights.

At night, in the Paris bar, countless people live a life full of lust and lust.

In the deafening sound of DJ cannon, Charles's brow slightly frowned.

He raised his hand and gave hall a hard blow on the head, which was red with excitement.

Lao Tzu: if you are not to make complaints about the influence of modi on the Legion, I will not mention the waste cooperation with you.

With this in mind, Charles had no expression on his face. After knocking hall, he sat back on the sofa again and said, "can you tell me the point? I don't want to listen to these meaningless data analysis."

"These analyses are the basis for the conclusion, but since you don't have the patience, I'll skip the analysis process."

Hall also looked down on Charles, who was simple minded and well-developed.

I thought: if I didn't want to use your force, why should I say so much to such a fool as you? Outstanding figures in the

's heart were still red, and Holzer raised a finger and said, "this is enough to make complaints about the great weakness of the dragon and the tiger. They are very afraid of death."

"After five years, there is still no change in their members. The feelings and trust between members have reached a peak. This is good for teamwork, but it can be used by us."

Hall flashed a chill in his eyes and said triumphantly, "as long as we can grasp one point of them and use it to force the remaining members to submit, we can disintegrate the whole team without any effort!"

"It seems to make sense."

Charles touched his chin and agreed with Hall's analysis.

After a moment's silence, he asked, "can you find this breakthrough?"

"It has been found!"

Hall snapped his fingers and said in a loud voice: "there are four people in the Yunlong Fenghu team. One is the tiger king. We exclude him. The second is the God of wind. This man is mysterious and unpredictable. In addition, his background is complex. The third one is yunshang. It is said that in these five years, she has been associated with many organizations, and her network has spread throughout Europe, and it is not A good choice. "

"So what do you mean?"

Charles asked tentatively.

"That's right, the last Chinese, who is called hidden dragon!"

Hall raised his mouth, showed a smile, and said: "a Chinese, a race with low military power, can survive in the strong European continent, must rely on the help of his teammates, his own strength is very questionable."

Hall said more and more excited, and his speech speed was faster and faster: "and according to Christian's data reality, in the past five years, the tiger king and the wind god, as well as the cloud clothes, had traces of activity, only this hidden dragon, no information outflow, which indicates that he has been in seclusion for five years!"

After a pause, hall went on to add: "whether he has been hiding for five years because of his tiredness, or he feels that his strength is limited and he can't survive in the mercenary world of the jungle, it's enough to illustrate one problem."

"He is very weak to accept the new information now. If he wants to deal with him, it may be to deal with a relatively strong ordinary person."

After explaining his point of view, hall showed a satisfied smile on his face and concluded: "lock in the target, hidden dragon. As long as you catch him, and then negotiate with the other three people of Yunlong Fenghu, you can complete the order perfectly and get all the rewards of the Mo family!"

"That sounds like a good idea."

Charles touched his chin with a thoughtful expression in his eyes, wondering whether he was in favor of or against Hall's plan.

……

St. Mary's hospital.

Mo Sicong, a young master of the Mo family who has been awake for a few days, is in a low mood.

He was leaning on a soft pillow, wearing a white nurse's uniform beside him. The nurse who was taking care of his little apple handed a piece of juicy flesh to his mouth.

But he didn't realize it. He didn't mean to open his mouth.

"Master Mo, eat apples. Apples will help you recover from your wounds."

The little nurse said softly.

"Oh."

Hearing the speech, Mo Sicong picked his eyebrows, opened his mouth without expression, and swallowed this piece of apple.

The little nurse saw that Mo Sicong listened to his words, and his face was happy, and the apple shaving became more and more vigorous.

However, Mo Sicong's next words, let her face all the joy disappeared.

"You go out first."

Mo Sicong waved impatiently.

"Ah But. "

The little nurse was confused.

"Get out of here!"

Mo Sicong accentuates his tone.

"Master Mo, you have a good rest..."Not daring to disobey Mo Sicong's meaning, the little nurse stood up and walked in the direction of the door reluctantly.

"Wait..."

Mo Sicong said.

Just before the little nurse turned around quickly, before he could speak, Mo Sicong pointed to the half cut apple on the table, and said in a cold voice, "take your apple and go together. Don't come in again without my command."

Little nurse:.... "

After the little nurse left, Mo Sicong straightened up and looked at his right arm, which was fixed in plaster. The gloomy color in his eyes became more and more obvious.

"Hurt me, let me break my promise, and now I'm imprisoned in the hospital. Is this a human life?"

Mo Sicong thinks about it, and his anger keeps accumulating in his chest.

Of course, he did not dare to blame his father, Mo Tian.

"The root of everything is those who refuse to leave!"

Mo Sicong clenched his teeth and thought with hatred.

Mo Tiancheng told him to be on his own and not to try to revenge on each other.

And in the words, also revealed that let him recover after the injury, directly return to Huaxia company to work.

This sentence made Mo Sicong very unhappy.

How could he, who was used to being in Europe, go back to the backward developing country of China?

Although the foundation of Mo's family is in China, in his opinion, he belongs to Europe!

He will never go back to Huaxia company as the so-called general manager!

"I won't do it myself if I don't get revenge, father. Do you think I've been in Europe all these years and I'm really just eating, drinking and having fun."

Mo Sicong's eyes flashed a cruel color, picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table with his left hand and dialed a phone.

"Mr. Peter, it's me, Mo Sicong."

After dialing the phone, Mo Sicong did not have too many greetings. He said, "I have one thing. I need your help."