American Comics: The Law of Strength

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Before the prompt was finished, Peter hung up the phone a little irritably, and then helplessly sent a text message to Diane.

Ten minutes had passed since the attack.

Although the first reincarnation team has been successfully reincarnated in another world, it is not surprising when another batch will come when the hiding place has been exposed, so it is necessary to evacuate here immediately.

However, he couldn't call Diane out, the safe room in the villa was obviously too safe, strong enough to resist the bomb wall airtight, not to mention the sound, even the slightest vibration could not be transmitted.

And the security room obviously did not enter his fingerprints, and he naturally could not enter.

The only means of communication was through the mobile phone, although there was still a signal inside, but Diane's phone could not be dialed, and finally had to send a text message explaining the situation, and then began preparations for evacuation.

After another ten minutes, the door to the safe room opened silently, and Diane cautiously poked her head out to check the situation, while she clutched a wooden stick that she didn't know where to break from.

Her pride wouldn't allow her to sit still, and after knowing that Milk didn't intend to hurt herself, she decided to use his order not to hurt herself as a last-ditch effort.

Since it was dark in the villa at this time, she had to squint her eyes and move forward slowly, and soon she found the body of the intruder, and a black figure was groping on them.

There is only one person left?!

Diane was ecstatic, she thought that even if Peter's skills were good, he could only replace two or three people at most, but she didn't expect him to bring such a big surprise to herself.

Originally, she just wanted to fight to the death, but she didn't expect that there was really a possibility of victory now.

Secretly rejoicing, Diane also decided that when he regained real power, he must find Peter's relatives, give him the promised three million dollars, and give him the highest standard tomb.

Seeing that she was getting closer and closer to that black shadow, Diane's mood was irrepressibly excited.

She held her breath and moved forward slowly, she knew that she only had one chance, and when she was still three steps away from the black shadow, she rushed out and slashed down with the force of splitting Huashan with force.

"Boom!"

Diane only felt that there was a flower in front of him, and then the person had been pushed against the wall, and the wooden stick in his hand had disappeared, and the black shadow had grabbed his neck, and there was also a pain in his lower abdomen, as if he was covered by something.

"Hmm~"

Diane let out a muffled snort with difficulty, her throat had been choked by the black shadow, and the huge force made her throat more like a tear.

But more painful than the physical pain, what made her more painful was that she completely lost the possibility of turning over, and it was clear that the opponent was only the last person.

However, just when Dai was desperate, the hand that grabbed her neck was directly released, and the pistol against her lower abdomen was also withdrawn.

Then the black shadow spat out a Chinese that was round and very beautiful.

"Are you sick?"

Diane was stunned at first, then fixed her eyes, and then was surprised to find that the black shadow in front of her was the temporary bodyguard who had just arranged the funeral specifications without authorization, Peter. After the surprise, she

found that her body suddenly lost strength, and she was about to sit on the ground, but she was quickly held in the arms of Peter, and then he was reluctantly put on the sofa.

Diane was finally in the mood to observe the situation around her, and she looked around the villa that had been beaten and saw the corpse of a reincarnation team.

After the surprise, at this time, her heart welled up with a bit of curiosity about Peter's identity and origin.

But she also didn't ask much, just secretly thinking in her head.

And Peter has already counted the loot at this time, and I have to say that regardless of the technology, the details of this group of killers are still very in place, and they do not carry any documents that can prove their identity, nor do they have any items unrelated to action.

The tactical belt, several HK P30 semi-automatic pistols equipped with silencers and tactical flashlights, a number of magazines, and a small number of Glock 26 pocket pistols are all of Peter's trophies.

In addition, there are three SUV car keys, and the two can finally get rid of the deadly police car.

Not long after, Peter had already carried Diane into the car and quickly left the villa.

Less than ten minutes after the two left, another convoy arrived, quickly surrounded the villa after discovering the traces of the battle, and then carefully explored, and soon came to the conclusion that the entire army was destroyed.

And the news quickly reached Milker's ears.

At this time, Milk was still pacing back and forth in a rather luxurious conference room, I have to say that Milk's appearance is very handsome, three-dimensional facial features, slender and straight, with the straight black suit on his body, showing a mature and stable temperament, but quite like a polite aristocratic young master.

When he saw the housekeeper of the old mansion, Cotton arrived, his face was filled with a soft smile, but this smile that revealed hypocrisy was something that people couldn't like.

"Did you catch her? Was she injured? Where is she now? I have to meet her.

Milk's eagerness to ask did not affect the middle-aged man who was nearly fifty.

I saw Cotton politely approaching and stopped, and then responded with a calm face:

"The first team you sent was completely destroyed, and Miss Diane is temporarily missing." The smile on

Milk's face suddenly froze, and he seemed to be stunned in place for a long time as if he did not understand Cotten's words, and then the smile on his face became vicious.

"The whole army is wiped out? The killer that our family has cultivated heavily was killed by a vase lady? So we spent so much money to raise such a bunch of waste ?!

And Cotton continued in that waveless tone:

"When the second group of troops rushed to the villa, they pulled out the cameras in the villa, and they found that there was also a bodyguard beside Miss Diane, and it was he who protected Miss Diane from escaping there."

"Oh, that's reasonable, after all, she already has bodyguards!"

Milk said with unabashed sarcasm, and then he roared angrily:

"One person wiped out an entire squad? Is he a Delta veteran? Or an instructor of the Ranger? Oooh, I see! He must be a super agent trained in S.H.I.E.L.D.!

Cotton looked at the dazzled Milk and sighed secretly in his heart, but his tone still did not change in the slightest.

"Through the analysis of surveillance video, he should indeed be a fighter with rich combat experience, and his control of the battlefield and the timing are perfect."

Milk looked at Cotton in disbelief, not expecting him to have such a high opinion of this newly emerged little character, which made a trace of fear welling up in his heart.

But then his anger grew, and he pondered for a moment and then gave the order.

"Inform us that there are all informants in the police station, give priority to finding Diane's whereabouts, and once we find her, send troops to arrest her, if it is difficult to arrest..."

Milk hesitated for a moment in pain and finally said:

"Then kill Diane!"

Cotten's calm expression finally waved after hearing this, and he solemnly reminded:

"Master Milk, this is not in line with the rules."

"Rules? Even if I shoot and kill an unlucky bastard at the police station, no one will dare to arrest me, do you think these rules can bind me? I'm not Uncle Eric's pedantic old old-fashioned thing!

Milk's insult to the current head of the family made Cotton couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, but he didn't show his dissatisfaction, just said softly:

"These two are not the same, Master Milk, if you violate the law and escape sanctions, then many people may feel great, and even look up at you, but if you break a default rule, you will be spurned by thousands of people and will be regarded as an enemy by everyone." Milk stared

at Cotton with a frown, but the latter just stood in place without shame, and in the end, Milk was the first to lose, he gritted his teeth and said helplessly:

"Okay, let them go and hunt down Diane and ensure her safety, and kill the little bodyguard who jumped out of nowhere."

Cotton did not respond and calmly left the conference room.

Milk, on the other hand, stared at Cotten's back with a deep face, and then he took out his mobile phone and expertly dialed a number.

As soon as the phone was dialed, he couldn't wait to say:

"There are some accidents on my side, I need to activate that unit, in the name of the current head of the family!"

There was no answer on the other end of the phone, and there was silence for a long time before a soft voice came out.

"You are not qualified."

"Not qualified? How can it be?! I'm already the head of the household! Are you going to break the sacred covenant with our family?!"

"Of course we won't break the contract, so we didn't meddle in the conflict between you and Miss Diane, but that's about it."

"But I'm the current head of the household! Are you going to refuse my direct orders?

And the voice on the phone is no longer soft, but mixed with something very serious.

"Based on the contract between us, I will do my best to meet the requirements of your family.

But that force is not something you can use easily, not even Mr. Eric has this power, and if you think that the members of the entire church are your own subordinates, then this is not an interesting misunderstanding for each of us.

He then hung up.

And Milk looked at the phone stunnedly, as if he couldn't believe that the other party dared to refuse his order, let alone believe that the other party would hang up his phone directly.

His face quickly became distorted, his originally handsome face was ugly and terrifying at the moment, he wanted to throw the phone out the window several times to vent his anger, his fists had been clenched and clicked, but finally put the phone down.

"Sure enough, this group of bastards and waste can't count on it, but don't think it's over." Milk cursed

viciously, and then he made another call, and unlike before, this time his words were very respectful, even a little jealous, and he said carefully: "Mr.

Murdoch, please say hello to Mr. Fix on my behalf, I may need a little... A little help. "