Europe, England, Aylwin.
In a white manor in the suburbs, the roof of the manor had a zigzag pattern. The doors and windows were all arched, and occasionally, one could see pillars supporting the house.
There were black men in white shirts and black trousers going in and out.
The entire manor was surrounded by green lawns, and the lawns were trimmed until they were unusually smooth.
The sky was cloudy and gloomy, and the sun was covered by the clouds, making it seem a little depressing.
On the lawn, an old black man with a red tie was casually browsing the web on his mobile phone. He sat on a chair under a parasol, his eyes drifting from time to time to a group of beauties who were laughing and fooling around in front of him.
As a black man, the leader of the largest antique industry in Europe and the UK, he had founded the Bailey Group. He had created such a huge business in the white world. Kabb should have been proud of himself. What was left was to enjoy his life in contentment.
But Kabb was not so relaxed. He was already fifty-two years old, and now he was facing the second biggest problem in his life, aging.
He was only past middle age, but he felt that his energy was not as good as before. His spirit was constantly weakening, and this feeling of weakness made him panic.
Fortunately, he had just learned a shocking secret from an enemy organization that had fallen apart. This secret might be an important turning point in his life in the future, and he absolutely could not miss it.
"Boss, it seems like someone is interfering with the mask that we have our eyes on." A subordinate walked to his side and whispered in his ear.
"Someone is interfering?" Kabb frowned, "Who?"
"The new Men in Black, with the Nighthawks behind them, this is a little troublesome." His capable subordinate Medis had an extremely powerful intelligence network, and this kind of news would usually not be wrong.
"They know about the mask too?" Kabb asked softly, and his eyes pretended to be admiring the beauties.
"I'm afraid so." Medis nodded.
"This is really troublesome, I must get the twelve masks. The Nighthawks are ranked number one in Africa, let Viper deal with them. Contact the Primary Colors for me, White Phoenix will definitely be willing to entertain this new power that disregards their authority. "
Kabb immediately thought of a way to deal with this, not only was he the leader of the largest antique company in England, but he was also the leader of half of England's strongest violent groups. His every move was enough to affect the layout of England's underground world.
"Yes." Medis lowered her head and retreated.
Kabb quickly recalled the information he had on the Nighthawks. There weren't many Nighthawks, but the most mysterious one was still the powerful mastermind known as the Nighthawk King. He had no choice but to be cautious. The other party was a tyrannical character who could brazenly make a move against the Primary Colors' White Phoenix. He was dangerous and full of aggression.
*****
On a passenger flight from Irvine to Berlin, Germany
The passengers were drowsy. Some were quietly reading newspapers, some were taking a nap while wearing eye masks. A few young people gathered together to play cards. The flight attendants shuttled back and forth, questioning and checking the passengers.
In the four seats on the left side of the back of the passenger plane, four young people were sitting side by side. They were playing some kind of board game together. One of them yawned slightly.
"How long until we arrive?" The man put down the chess piece in his hand, looking bored.
"Soon, soon. I feel that the plane is starting to sink," a woman said casually.
"You always say it's soon."
"If that's the case, don't you feel that there's hope again?" The woman replied nonchalantly.
"Sigh …"
Another person put down his chess piece. "You guys might as well take a nap. There's about twenty minutes left."
He turned his head to look at a man by the window. This man was wearing white leather pants and a black and red striped T-shirt. He had fair skin and a string of golden earrings on his ears.
"King, what do we do when we arrive?"
"Same old rules. The mission this time is slightly more difficult. You guys be careful. Our opponent is Hera of the Nighthawks, "the man called King replied casually.
"The Nighthawks are very active in Africa. There are more wars there. To be able to make a name for themselves in that kind of environment, they're not simple characters. But then again, in such a complicated urban area, this is our Viper's territory. If you want to win against us here … Hehe."
The four of them were the true core of the entire Viper. As one of the top ten mercenary groups in Europe, no one dared to underestimate Viper's sneak attacks and murderous intentions.
"Hera has five capable subordinates. She herself is one of the three most capable subordinates of the Nighthawk King. Her strength is not to be underestimated. No matter what, everyone should be more serious this time. After this mission, we can go back and play however we like."
King instructed in a low voice.
"No problem." "Of course!" "Beat them up!"
The three of them started to shout.
"Every member of the Nighthawks has strong sniping abilities. They're also very alert. Try to move as fast as possible. Don't give them any time to retaliate. Their combat abilities are also very strong. Don't try to fight them in close combat. "
"Understood!"
This time, Viper not only accepted the Bailey Group's mission, but also the Primary Colors and White Phoenix's bounty. They were not the only ones who participated in the mission against the Nighthawks. The other top ten mercenary groups in Europe took over and dealt with the independent members of the Nighthawks individually.
The man in black, Jay, the vice leader, the bald Kaedun, and his wife, Hera, were dealt with by three elite mercenary groups. Liqiu was absolutely safe.
There was also the strongest mercenary group, Black Fire, who was searching everywhere for the Nighthawk King.
This time, the Primary Colors were serious. They threw out two billion pounds in one go to completely annihilate the Nighthawks.
An invisible giant net started to surround the entire Nighthawks. In this giant net, there were many experts who had fought with Levi before. There were also some who had come into contact with Kaedun before. They were all abnormally strong elites. Their professionalism was so strong that some of them were people with a thousand faces, making it impossible to tell their true identity. Some of them were top explosives experts, bombs were everywhere. There were also computer hacking geniuses. As long as any surveillance camera was connected to the internet, it could become their eyes.
There were all kinds of elites and talents. This powerful group had not only completed difficult missions once or twice. A large portion of them even had experience in supernatural missions.
Even so, the Primary Colors had secretly sent out strong people. It was said that they were strong mercenaries who had been experimented and modified to deal with the appearance of the Nighthawk King.
The mission this time was completely an inescapable net, making it impossible for the opponent to escape.
Although the King said to be serious, in reality, he already knew that if there were no accidents, the Nighthawks were finished this time.
*****
"What!? The item was stolen? "Jay's eyes turned cold as he stared at the subordinate in front of him. "Who did it?"
"It was the people from Europe's Ohio Silk. They left a unique mark." The subordinate reported in a low voice.
"Crack!"
The glass in Jay's hand was crushed, and the transparent wine flowed out of his cup.
"Ohio Silk … Europe's second-ranked assassin group? What do they mean by this? Do they want to start a war with us? "His face darkened.
The subordinate stood in front of him, not daring to breathe loudly. He could only lower his head and not move.
"Boss, let's just do it. I've long wanted to see what these European bastards are capable of. They were so arrogant at the banquet last time that they were f * cking looking for death! "A red-haired young man leaning against the wall in the room said casually.
"Terran and I will bring in another fifteen elites. We should be able to solve this problem." A woman in another room said in a low voice. The two of them were Jay's left and right hands respectively. In the Nighthawks, they used to be a small group around Jay. Now that they were in charge of the Black Uniforms, their strength increased greatly after learning fist techniques from Jay. Their physical fitness had reached a terrifying level after going through cruel training. They were the top fighters in the Black Uniforms, second only to Jay.
"No rush … If they dare to make a move directly, they must have taken our reaction into consideration. If we act rashly, we'll definitely fall into their trap." Jay had never been an impulsive person. He pondered for a while, then picked up the phone and dialed the numbers of the Nighthawks.
Ten minutes later, he put down the phone with a gloomy face.
"As expected, this is an operation against the entire Nighthawks. Baldy and Hera's side are acting strangely. I suspect that they'll make a move immediately. Go and gather your subordinates immediately! It's very likely that they'll make a move tonight! "
The two subordinates became serious when they heard that. It looked like the situation was not optimistic.
"Tell them that if we make it this time, each of them will be rewarded with at least a hundred thousand USD according to their contribution." Jay promised generously.
The two subordinates chuckled.
Bang!!!
Suddenly, there was a gunshot. The three of them immediately ducked down.
The only subordinate who could not react in time was the one who reported the situation. His temple was shot through. Blood splattered everywhere, and he fell on his back.
Deep bullet holes appeared on the table beside them at the same time. Bullet holes appeared everywhere on the sofa and chairs.
It was clearly just one gunshot. It sounded like a firecracker's explosion. However, the result was that at least ten shots were fired at the same time. Moreover, all of them were high-powered firearms.
Jay's body quickly rolled on the ground like a snake. In a few moves, he hid under the specially made metal table.
He could only hear the continuous explosions above his head. He did not know how many bullets had hit the table.
He picked up a wooden board from the floor and took out a black handgun from underneath it. There were a few times when he wanted to poke his head out to shoot back. However, he was suppressed by the strong firepower.
This was the Black Uniform's headquarters. The opponent actually had the ability to ambush here … Moreover, this level of firepower was so strong that he could not help but feel a chill run down his spine.
*****
In the pitch-black secret room, Garon sat cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed. In front of him was the platform where the coin was placed.
Ever since that day, he would come in every once in a while to suppress Nadia's aura.
The coin's aura was getting more and more terrifying. As long as someone was within five meters of it, they would be pulled into a dream. They would be suppressed by Nadia's aura until their consciousness was blurry and muddled. However, under Garon's continuous suppression, this increase was finally stopped. The coin's aura was constantly being consumed by Garon. This caused Nadia's aura to slow down significantly.
Strangely, in this dream, with the Nine-Headed Hydra's Soul Will fighting against his aura, it actually made Garon feel that his Secret Technique was progressing faster. This kind of fight was like a whetstone. It made his Living Secret Technique stronger and stronger. The first level quickly reached the peak of perfection.
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