Pretty CEO's Soldier Son-in-law

Gao Fei stood in front of the window, looking up at the stars in the west side of the window. He hadn't moved for seven or eight minutes, so he didn't know what he was thinking. It wasn't until his glasses knocked on the door that he turned around and asked with a smile, "Why haven't you gone to rest?"    

Glasses-man walked to the sofa and sat down. He lowered his head and mended his nails as he replied, "I would like to rest, but there are some people who don't want me to."    

Gao Fei closed the window, closed the curtain and walked to the cabinet in front of his glasses. He sat on it with a faint smile on his face and asked: "Will there be a visitor?"    

Glasses-man answered without raising his head, "Yes. I expect that after the lights in the office above the business building are extinguished, you will appear at the window again. However, the visitor you're meeting with is not too big, about the size of a bullet and possibly coming from three different directions. "    

The three directions that Glasses mentioned were the three other directions besides the east.    

These three directions were where the windows of the guesthouse were located.    

Gao Fei looked at the time and asked, "Then, how do you think we should receive those visitors?"    

The scalpel in Glasses' hand paused, and he replied, "Your personal assistant has taken the initiative to visit a visitor in the south. When I came in I was wondering if it was time for us to leave. After all, it is very impolite of us to let our distinguished guests stay on the roof all the time. "    

Black Fire was the nickname of Luo Si Man.    

Black Fire was a black man, his skin as black as it could get, but his lips and palms were very red, just like La Mei in the snow or the blood that flowed out from a person's wounds, which gave him a strange charm.    

He felt that as long as he continuously struggled, one day, he would be able to replace Emperor of Europe and become the new King of Assassins in Europe, making Emperor of Europe and the previous King of Assassins glasses the same as in the history of the assassination world.    

A black man from Africa wants to make a career in Europe. It's a very hard struggle, but it's challenging.    

The more difficult it was to achieve, the more valuable it was.    

Tonight, the long-ranged assassination of an Asian target from the America was the small station where Black Fire had reached the glorious end point. When the sun rose tomorrow, he would have completely forgotten about it.    

Black Fire leaned on the rooftop in a corner, looking up at the stars in the sky. He thought about his old mother from home in Africa, and his brothers and sisters: They would definitely be very happy after seeing the one hundred thousand dollars I sent them yesterday, right? Mom should go buy a Geely that she hadn't been able to buy for a long time, right? I heard that it was a national brand from the Holy Dynasty, with high quality and low prices …    

Black Fire smiled happily when he thought that his mother, who was in her seventies, would finally own a car of her own.    

Over the years, Black Fire had earned a lot of money, enough to buy a thousand Geely cars.    

But the money had been thrown at the table by his father and given to the drug dealers.    

Last month, his father, who was suffering from AIDS, finally closed his sinful eyes and no longer had to drag down his wife and children. His family was reborn after his father's death.    

Freshmen were always exciting.    

Black Fire lowered his head and looked at his luminous watch. He counted the time silently: "7, 6, 3, 2, 1, kill."    

After saying the last word, Black Fire stood up and looked down on the balcony.    

Sure enough, the lights from the windows below had disappeared. This was the last wave of staff leaving the building.    

Actually, even if Black Fire was working, he was confident that he could retreat after killing the target. Those office workers were nothing to him.    

However, Black Fire did not want to get into trouble. The reason he was able to hold on and not get caught by Interpol was due to his caution.    

After watching everyone leave the lobby of the building, Black Fire picked up his phone, pressed a message notification button, then picked up a box from the ground and opened it.    

Inside was a Barrett M107 Sniper Rifle equipped with 15 times the speed of the optical sight, capable of firing a variety of 12.7 mm ammunition, able to strike accurately within a 2 km range, and able to be used for long-range and effective attacks on military installations, such as light vehicles.    

Using this kind of Sniper Rifle to kill someone, Black Fire couldn't think of any way his target could survive.    

After putting the slow and unhurried gun on the concrete fence, Black Fire took a deep breath, squinted one eye, and slowly pulled the trigger with his right index finger.    

On this Sniper Rifle, not only did it have a 15 times magnification optical sight, it also had a night thermal scanner. Through the curtain and even the walls, they would be able to capture the target in the room and say that as long as the target was alive, it would emit heat and be discovered by the scanner, which would then automatically lock onto it.    

This advanced night heat scanner equipment was newly developed by a certain arms company in America. Black Fire once heard someone say that its owner was a professional mercenary, but he couldn't be sure.    

Black Fire began to slowly adjust the night heat scanner and the high power telescope to search the room's walls.    

He wasn't worried at all that he wouldn't be able to kill the target, because in the other two directions, there were two of his comrades from Spain and the ostrich from the Asian R Country.    

The three of them had formed a small gang of assassins that would make Interpol feel a headache. They were invincible and unstoppable.    

Black Fire searched carefully and finally found a mass of glowing red shadows.    

Based on the layout of the hotel room that Black Fire got, this red shadow should be in the bathroom of the suite. It seemed to be taking a bath.    

"May the Lord bless you and go to heaven when you die."    

After his left hand made a cross in the air in front of him, Black Fire took a deep breath and was about to focus on pulling the trigger when he heard a voice behind him saying, "The Lord will definitely bless him, but not you. Even after your death, you may not necessarily go to heaven."    

All the nerves in Black Fire's body tensed up and his hair stood on end. He turned around and saw a person standing half a meter behind him.    

With the help of the starlight and the silhouette light of the building, coupled with the fact that this person was so close to him, Black Fire could clearly see his appearance.    

This was a thin man in his twenties or thirties or forties. He wore a pair of glasses, and his delicate and refined appearance made it hard for others to tell how old he was.    

The man was holding a small, shiny knife in his hand. His head was slightly bent, and he was slowly repairing his fingernails. His words just now were plain and dull, like casual conversation between friends.    

Black Fire didn't understand how this gentle man managed to get within half a meter behind him, nor did he understand who he was. He just knew that this person was very, very dangerous.    

The best way to deal with a dangerous target was to kill him!    

Black Fire always had this kind of mission. After a short period of panic, he quickly unsheathed the military knife at his waist and stabbed towards the gentle man's heart from top to bottom.    

His movements were decisive and swift.    

Black Fire noticed that while his knife was stabbing diagonally, the gentle man was still cutting his nails as if he didn't see it at all.    

Was he a fool?    

As this thought flashed across Black Fire's mind, he suddenly thought of someone, the most outstanding person in the history of European killers, someone who wore glasses.    

Could he be … Just as Black Fire was thinking about this, his military knife had already pierced the man's heart. He only needed 0.01 seconds to pierce through his body.    

But at this moment, he suddenly realized that he didn't have any more strength.    

The man with glasses in front of him was still half-hanging his head and repairing his fingernails. His hands didn't move at all, but Black Fire clearly heard the sound of blood flowing out of his body.    

After that, his saber that had touched the man's chest slowly drooped down and wiped his clothes.    

As the sword was lowered, Black Fire also slowly sat down along the fence. Lowering his head, he saw that there was a knife in one of his hands at the third rib of the Left Rib. The knife had already deeply stabbed into his body.    

The gentle man's left and right hands were obviously repairing his nails. Whose hand was this?    

Black Fire's face was filled with disbelief. He followed the direction of the hand and finally realized that the hand came from the right side of the man's ribs.    

This man actually had three hands.    

With his third hand, he killed Black Fire.    

Black Fire, whose heart began to stop, suddenly smiled. He used all of his strength to say: "I, I know who you are and why you are the greatest killer in the history of European killers."    

Then, his head hung limply down, sinking into the boundless darkness.    

His biggest hope was to become the next King of Killers in Europe, but he died in the hands of former King of Killers Glasses.    

"Why did everyone say those words to me before they died?"    

The glasses slowly retracted his third hand. After shaking his head in confusion, he turned around and slowly walked towards the entrance of the roof.    

While Black Fire's soul was flying across the sea towards his hometown in Africa, Gao Fei had already arrived in front of a farmhouse in the outskirts of Lun Du.    

The R Country person that was killed by Gao Fei was actually not as strong as he seemed to be and was not afraid of death. Gao Fei only said this after restraining him, as long as he could say the location of the finger, he would be released.    

Then, Gao Fei also broke his neck without any hesitation.    

Mr. Gao hated this sort of people with no backbone, so he didn't mind going back on his word time and time again.    

I was honest, but I was forced to lie.    

When Gao Fei drove in front of the farmhouse, he saw a car moving the farmhouse's backyard and screaming as it ran on the rural road, causing a farmhouse's dog to bark incessantly.