Chapter 82 Foster Father

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It was destined to be a difficult night for many people to fall asleep.

The gazes of the British royal family, the government, the North American Skull and Bones Association, the CIA, the FBI, and the world's chaebol all gathered in London.

London is about to break into dawn in the fog.

The vast manor was faintly visible in the thick fog. The faint lights pierced through the fog, proving that the owner of the manor had not yet rested. The burly Europeans were divided into five groups, patrolling the manor with vigilant eyes and steady footsteps.

Inside the villa in the center of the manor, the hall was brightly lit and filled with people's heads.

" Mr. Hans , I think this is the best time. If my prediction is correct, the Dark Angel's cannon fodder army has already begun to fight against the royal family. Oh, I'm sorry, but I have to tell the truth. With the elite level of those people, they might have been completely annihilated by now." I think this is the best time for us to make a move. The Divine Boat Empire had a term called underestimating the enemy "The royal family has just won a victory. They will definitely have a proud heart. The jet lag will also make them a little tired. In addition, they should have already passed through the Death Forest by now. If we move now, we will most likely get a victory that will surprise us all."

In the hall, an unusually tall western man stood up and said. He was at least two meters tall, with a hooked nose and long brown hair. His eyes were sharp and gloomy. When he stood there casually, he felt an oppressive feeling that made people want to avoid him subconsciously.

"But maybe we will get a failure that will surprise us."

The middle-aged and old man in the middle of the crowd said slowly, his tone steady.

He was about fifty years old, but because of his good maintenance, he looked at least a few years younger. He sat firmly on the sofa and looked up at the middle-aged man who stood up at least two meters tall like a barbarian. His tone was calm.

Hans Rockefeller.

The strongest guardian of the Rockefeller family, the supreme commander of the Creator's forces.

The Rockefeller Clan was the first to mobilize the vast majority of their forces to annihilate the royal family in one fell swoop. Following that, the Morgan Clan finally approved it with a majority of the votes at the Skull and Bones Conference. The CIA and FBI of the American Empire also joined in.

Therefore, this operation was mainly conducted by the Rockefeller family, and Hans naturally became the commander of this operation.

"Sir, are you doubting the strength of our own people? I can't think of any reason for us to fail!"

General Williams frowned. He said somewhat discontentedly, As one of the giants of the CIA, He was accustomed to giving orders, not obeying others' orders. If it wasn't for the temptation of the Skull and Bones Society's proposal and their terrifying strength to eliminate the royal family, Williams wouldn't have brought the elite members of the CIA along with him.

"First, Mr. Williams, I know the royal family better than you do. I know the consul and the law enforcement team better. Because of the time difference, and because of carelessness and underestimation of the enemy, it is impossible for this to happen to them. They are two troops that have fought hundreds of battles. They are the elites of the elites."

"Second, our men are not here. We have no overwhelming advantage in the final battle with the royal family. The emperor is terrifying, and his troops are terrifying. General Williams, I can assure you that they will be more terrifying than you think. So if we don't have 100% certainty, we'd better not act. Otherwise, victory will not belong to us. This is my experience over the years. "

"Third, we do not have a line-up that can stop the emperor. The general is the country's superhero, but unfortunately, I have to tell you that even if we join forces, we will not be a match for the current emperor. We don't have enough super experts. Your companion, General Raymond, hasn't arrived in London yet, and the Morgan Family's Bolton is still on his way. "Our foreign aid and the Bourbon Family's gladiators have not joined us. With such a lineup, it is very difficult for me to see any hope of victory."

"I definitely won't use half of my strength to face the Emperor. That's what a fool would do."

Hans said slowly in a polite tone. After all, these CIA idiots weren't members of Congress or politicians. They were soldiers, stubborn and stiff soldiers.

'You still haven't convinced me, sir. I insist on my opinion. You're not the only one here who has seen the Emperor. I know how terrifying he is, but I'm not afraid!'

Williams said coldly.

Hans narrowed his eyes, and the corner of his eyes quietly scanned his left side.

On his left, there was a gray-haired old man sitting. His face was covered in wind and frost, and his figure was somewhat shriveled. His entire body carried a rotten aura that seemed to be ready to die at any moment.

He silently listened to Williams and Hans' argument. He didn't make a sound until the corner of Hans' eyes swept over. He nodded his head and made a hidden gesture.

Hans, who had been slightly shaken, instantly calmed down, and his attitude hardened. "General, not fearing the enemy does not mean underestimating him." If you insist on taking action, your arrogance will definitely cost you an unimaginable price. I insist that this is not a good time for a decisive battle. If I can't convince you, I'll call the president and have him talk to you. "

"Damn it. Hans, I hate what you're doing."

The killing intent in Williams' eyes was astonishing, accompanied by battle intent.

As an American superhero, he did not fear Hans as much as most people did. He only had a strong fighting spirit.

"That's not what I meant."

Hans leaned back on the sofa and slowly said, "What we should do now is wait, wait for all our strength to gather together, and then completely annihilate the royal family!"

He raised his hand heavily and waved his hand, his tone firm!

Williams was furious. Just as he was about to speak, a feeling of despair that was on the verge of death suddenly surged from the bottom of his heart.

This is the most violent destruction and slaughter.

This sense of danger had saved Williams' life many times, so he didn't even have time to think when the alarm rose in his heart. He strangely moved seven or eight meters away and hid behind a thick Roman pillar in the hall.

"Boom!"

The thick walls of the villa were suddenly blasted open by heavy weapons. Dust flew up, and the body of a CIA Special Elite who had just passed Williams' position exploded!

It was just explosion!

The opponent's weapon was violent. The bullet struck his body, and a burly man's entire body was suddenly blasted into countless pieces from top to bottom. His flesh and blood flew everywhere.

"Enemy attack!"

The alarm from the outside sounded at once, and the sound was shrill. The special elites patrolling all corners of the manor quickly gathered towards the villa without the slightest hesitation.

"Boom!"

Another hole was made in the other wall, and another unlucky ghost's body was directly shattered.

Everyone reacted. The elite was different from the others. In this situation, they were the most direct manifestation. More than twenty people moved quickly, but they did not panic at all. They all found shelter to dodge.

"It's a grenade gun!"

Williams roared with red eyes. He even recognized the model of his opponent's weapon: the XM-25 grenade gun.

The most revolutionary feature of this kind of grenade gun, known for its brutal mortality and high lethality, was that it could kill through partitions!

Only the XM-25 could shoot so accurately through the thick walls of a villa.

This new type of cruel weapon, manufactured by Germany and handed over to the US military in Germany not long ago, has just undergone the overall performance test of the technicians. Now, even some special units of the US military are not fully equipped. Anyone in the world who possesses such a weapon can count with one hand.

"It's a bastard from the royal auction!"

Williams shouted angrily as he turned his back to the bunker.

The walls were once again shattered from the outside, and bullets shot straight at Williams, causing the entire villa to begin to shake.

"Damn it."

Williams' eyes were red, but his large body possessed unimaginable lightness and speed, and he could not dodge the bullets from time to time.

At the same time, the vicinity of the manor was instantly covered with dense gunshots!

"We should leave this place and retreat!"

Hans shouted amidst the gunshots.

"Do you know what you're talking about?!"

Williams was furious. The two people who had their bodies directly shattered by the grenade earlier were both his subordinates. Their elites of the CIA had died inexplicably before they could move. This caused him to feel extremely aggrieved in his heart.

"General, I am the commander here. You can reject my orders, but if you are still alive after this operation, I can guarantee that you will be dismissed from your post. You will be directly demoted from General to Corporal."

Hans' expression was a little ferocious. After glaring at Williams, he rushed out of the crumbling villa without stopping.

Enemy!

Enemies everywhere.

The fog was vast, and Hans could only feel gunshots coming from all directions. In the hazy fog, he could not see many people on the other side.

This manor was originally one of the secret industries of the Skull and Bones Society. Normally, it was always low-key. Hans did not think that this place would be discovered by the other party at all, so he designated this place as the headquarters and headquarters for this operation. However, he never imagined that it would be blocked in less than 24 hours. Just how terrifying was the imperial family's intelligence network?

"Pull the retreat alarm. We have to rush out."

Hans gritted his teeth and said calmly.

In this kind of weather, their line of sight was blocked, and the destructive power of the firearms was limited to the minimum. Although the gunshots were intense, most of them were destined to be wasted. It was only to increase their momentum. It was very difficult for them to threaten this group of true experts. Once they started charging, relying on the powerful strength of so many experts here, they would be able to minimize their losses this time.

This was also a disgrace.

He arranged for the Dark Angel to teach the royal army a lesson, and the head of the royal family's branch in England also thought of this, directly stopping these people here.

Mournful sirens resounded throughout the manor, short and intense.

It's not a battle alert.

Instead, he retreated!

Rockefeller and the elites of the CIA obeyed without hesitation and began to move closer to where the alarm sounded.

"Kongqun, you guys stay hidden. I'll go over."

Inside the manor, in a corner less than two hundred meters away from the central villa, five young figures were holding XM-25 grenades in their hands, constantly killing their targets.

In this kind of environment, only guns with sensors like the XM-25 could fire without missing. In a short distance, it was very difficult for the fog to stop the sensors on the guns. In the sight of the scope, figures were bright red silhouettes, which made it easy to aim.

Five terrifying and cruel grenades lined up side by side. Behind the five of them, a slender middle-aged man stood quietly. Hearing the alarm of retreat in the manor, he chuckled and instructed the young man in the middle of the five people in front of him.

In his forties, he was tall and thin. He looked handsome and gentle. In the thick fog, gunfire rained down. His life was rapidly fading away. However, he was not nervous or excited at all. His temperament was refined and gentle, as if everything in front of him was just a game.

A man with a demonic temperament and appearance, or an uncle.

White fog.

It was as if for the sake of concealment, he was dressed in an extremely ancient white robe, carrying a hideous but elegant sword on his back, like a peerless swordsman who had stepped into the modern era from the ancient era.

"Alright, Uncle Qin, be careful. Hans is not easy to mess with. Moreover, he has a few troublesome lackeys by his side. Doing so is not a small risk."

Amongst the five, the youngster at the very center of the group shattered the body of one of the people in the scope and began to reload the grenade gun straightforwardly.

The XM-25 was extremely powerful, but it only had a pitiful bullet capacity of four rounds. This made him feel a huge regret all the time, and he even thought that it was the biggest weakness of this gun.

"It's fine."

The middle-aged man smiled. In silence, his laughter gradually faded away.

"Transfer position!"

The young man took a deep breath as he watched the white-clothed man disappear.

Without the slightest hesitation, the four youths beside him immediately stood up and followed the young man to the next seat.

Wang Kongqun !

The Emperor's third son, the person in charge of the British branch of the Imperial Clan. He was tactful and alert on the outside, but fierce and crazy on the inside. On the first day of the descent of the Imperial Clan's army into London, he did not have sufficient confidence in his father. Instead, he chose an opportunity that no one would have thought of, directly giving the Skull and Bones a huge surprise!

Inside the manor, the gunfire gradually subsided, but the smell of blood and evil still pervaded the air.

The white mist moved again.

The white clothes moved again.

Once the middle-aged man called Uncle Qin by Wang Kongqun acted, not only did his temperament not increase, but he completely restrained himself, not even revealing the slightest bit of killing intent.

His entire body seemed to have completely merged with the surrounding white fog as he silently rushed towards the direction of Hans and the others' retreat.

They were completely integrated into their surroundings, showing no hostility or killing intent, treating themselves as a part of their surroundings.

Such a person was almost a natural killer.

Lin Xiaocao was also a killer, and was also the war god of the killer world. However, his assassination would never be able to completely conceal himself. Apart from the assassination of the Emperor, most of the time, he relied on his invincible strength to crush everything and shatter everything.

The middle-aged man, on the other hand, was different. He also possessed peak combat strength, but every move he made had formed an instinct that belonged solely to killers. He concealed, attacked, retreated, and was orderly, almost perfect.

Lin Xiaocao relied on his strength to create a unique wargod in the killer world.

The white-robed middle-aged man, on the other hand, used all the methods of an authentic killer to the extreme, like a shadow hiding in the dark, like the nightmare of all enemies.

The two completely opposite styles of doing things were also an interesting contrast.

The Heavenly Court Organization was destroyed by Lin Xiaocao , but it was once glorious in the hands of the middle-aged man.

He was the leader of the first generation of the Heavenly Court.

His name was Qin Tianjiao .

A name that had once been prominent, but had now been forgotten by countless people.

It was he who brought the desperate and dirty Lin Xiaocao to Mount Kunlun, giving him a dark but vast sky.

Lin Xuanyuan's foster father.

He was also the leader of the wargods.

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