Chapter 270: Killing Gods and Ghosts (Part 1)

When the two first met, the Baron Miss saw that An Feng was wearing an assassin ring from the famous killer organization on her hand, and she was agile and ruthless when she should be cruel. She thought An Feng must be the famous assassin.

Later, he accepted An Feng's entrustment. When he saw this submarine, she was half-believing and half-doubted about what An Feng said. After all, using a nuclear submarine to deceive her would be too big... Of course, maybe An Feng is still a killer. This submarine is just a spoil that An Feng won in a certain operation. He asked himself to drive the submarine to facilitate the future sale of stolen goods.

Despite this speculation, Miss Baron still hopes that the submarine is indeed a relic left to him by Teacher An Feng. One reason is that... Her man is a scientist, which is more brilliant than a killer. At least in the former profession, she can take her boyfriend out and introduce him to others. And if the latter possibility is true, it will be confirmed that An Feng told her the truth... Although Miss Baron is crazy, her man tells the truth to herself, and no woman doesn't like it.

At this moment, the appearance of the press conference seemed to be a dawn that broke away the fog. My boyfriend was a scientist. When he thought of this, the Baron wanted to cheer... Finally, his vision was reliable.

The research results announced at this press conference are of great significance and are almost a milestone scientific research breakthrough. Such scientific research breakthroughs cannot be faked. Therefore,

, An Feng’s value in this research... is unquestionable.

Well, An Feng's previous assassin was suspicious, let him go to hell. Even if An Feng only put a photo of his side face at the press conference, Miss Baron already absolutely trusted. Then, Miss Baron is full of energy to hide this submarine... Going up to fourteen generations, no, since their ancestors became nobles, there has never been a scientist among the Clinton family members, and he is a well-known scientist.

That's right, this submarine is indeed the relic of my boyfriend's teacher. This is the secret shared by me and my boyfriend. I must hide it.

Of course, the intelligent computer in the submarine is very intelligent, and this submarine does hide many secrets. Under the control of the intelligent computer, Miss Baron is smartly active in several open doors, but she believes that the most cutting-edge medical secrets must be hidden in the rest of the unopened doors... What a valuable thing this should be. What is his teacher studying? Longevity technique, genetic correction, and perfect bones - so great

Everyone is smart. In this position, Miss Baron naturally knows many secrets that others don’t know. She vaguely knows some secrets of Atlantic towns. She vaguely knows that Atlantic town is the location of a spy school. An Feng is good at it, so there is a reasonable explanation - this person also has a background in the agent, just like Ellie Sulun currently works in the CIA.

Miss Baron still had a lot of words in her heart, but when An Feng held her hand, she couldn't remember them at all. She just looked at An Feng sweetly and reported gently and meaningfully: "This baby is yours, I promise no one...is very safe."

An Feng was attentive, smiled and took the Baron's hand, gave a kiss, and then pulled the Baron from the submarine's side bridge to the seaplane landing gear float. The Baron's waist twisted and became standing side by side with An Feng. She pointed to the submarine, and was about to ask An Feng how to deal with the submarine, but saw the hatch of the submarine landing slowly landing.

When the hatch closed, a hissing exhaust sound came from the bow of the submarine, and the submarine gradually sank... At this time, Miss Baron had already gotten into the plane with six bodyguards. Standing on the pontoon, only An Feng and Miss Baron himself watched the submarine sink. An Feng hugged Miss Baron lightly and joked: "I said that this is a big toy."

An Feng did not ask about Miss Baron's experience on the submarine. Since An Feng did not ask, Miss Baron did not need to clarify. The two of them watched the submarine sink into the water. Miss Baron opened her mouth, but immediately closed her mouth tightly.

An Feng reached out and pushed the Baron Miss on the plane. He also climbed onto the plane. After closing the cabin door of the plane, he went directly to the cockpit, started the plane and started flying towards Australia. When An Feng could fly the plane, the Baron Miss said nothing, An Feng felt very comfortable about it.

It's really easy to date people like the Baron. Even if they see something that stunned them with their own eyes, as long as you don't explain, even if they see a lion dancing on the dining table, they seem to have seen nothing.

During the flight, the Baron Miss was sitting in the passenger seat. She said nothing with affection because she was afraid of disturbing An Feng's driving... Of course, she looked at An Feng skillfully controlling the smuggling plane with great pride. At this time, she had forgotten all her questions, and only sweetness, pride, and comfort were left in her heart.

The plane landed on an unknown island on the Australian coast. Miss Baron got off the plane, but when she turned around, she found that An Feng was still in the cabin. She opened her mouth again, blinked her eyes, as if she suddenly understood, so she stood there and waved at An Feng, raised her voice and asked, "Can I see you?"

An Feng nodded at the other party, then raised a finger and put it on his lips, and made a silence move: "I'll meet. You have my contact number. I will contact you in a while."

The Baron Miss turned around without saying a word and led her bodyguard away from the airport.

When Miss Baron's seat drove out of the airport, Miss Baron turned back to the place where An Feng landed. She saw An Feng slowly driving to the airport refueling car like a car...Miss Baron guessed that after An Feng's plane was filled with fuel, he might have to return to the submarine.

An hour later, the Baron took the plane to the sky and headed towards Milan, Italy. At this time, An Feng landed again on the sea with the plane. He lit a cigarette and waited patiently for a while. The surrounding sea water suddenly rippled, and the submarine's black body slowly exposed the sea.

When An Feng jumped onto the submarine, he turned around and activated the timed detonator. After the submarine he was riding in dived into the sea for hundreds of meters, the plane floating on the sea suddenly exploded and turned into countless debris...

Late at night five days later, in Alexandria, Egypt, Lavier had just finished chatting with his teammates. She took off her headphones and stretched her waist. She felt the bones on her body hurt. She stood up and moved her limbs, and looked at the clock again.

To be honest, Lavier has been playing games day and night these days, and she can no longer tell what day it was after An Feng left. She felt extremely tired and decided to leave the game for the time being, make a meal for herself, and exercise her limbs and muscles.

After yawning one after another, Lavier opened the refrigerator. The milk in the refrigerator had bottomed out and there was not much drink left. Through the consumption of these foods, Lavier determined that An Feng should be back soon. She drew her head into the refrigerator, pulled the ice box below, and looked for some fruit to satisfy her hunger. At this moment, she suddenly felt that the surroundings became silent, as if even the sound of the refrigerator fan was running disappeared.

He grabbed an apple and took a bite. Lavier closed the refrigerator, squatted in place and thought for a while. At this time, An Feng's voice came from behind her: "Have you had enough fun? Pack up the things and let's go home."

Lavierd nodded, and after she finished her head, she recalled it, quickly turned her head and shouted happily: "Pierre, you are back."

After saying this, Lavier felt sleepy and rushing towards her like a tide. Her hand relaxed, and the apple that had bitten fell from her hand. She threw herself into An Feng's arms in a deepest sleep.

When Lavier woke up again, she was already lying in the apartment of the two in the old town of Cairo. The curtains were all pulled, and the surroundings looked very dark. Lavier felt very hungry. She opened her mouth and asked subconsciously: "How long have I been sleeping?"

An Feng's words came quietly: "Your aunt has arrived, I have taken her back. You have slept for two days and two nights. Now it's daytime, your aunt has gone to the street to buy vegetables."

Lavier stretched and asked, "Is there anything to eat, Pierre."

An Feng brought some food without saying a word. While Lavier was sitting on the bed and swallowing, An Feng added softly: "After eating these, you sleep for a while, we have a banquet to attend tonight."

The evening banquet was a wedding banquet for a resident of a resident in the old city. The wedding banquet here was held after the sun set. At this wedding banquet, An Feng's saxophone performance became the finale. He blew the "last rose" to the newlyweds, which attracted warm applause from the guests attending the wedding.

This kind of social activity was the first time Lavier participated in. She felt that this wedding was a symbol of integration into the local society, but for An Feng, the wedding was just an auxiliary means of...assassination.

The night can cover up many sins. When the guests attending the wedding lighted torches in the courtyard and the Arab belly dancer's dance attracted everyone's attention, An Feng entrusted his little wife to the guests and said goodbye by himself on the excuse of going to the bathroom. He got into the bathroom and closed the last partition of the toilet.

The wedding music in the courtyard attracted countless children to watch. From time to time, people went out with a plate of candy and threw the onlookers. The wedding was held in the courtyard facing the street, and the alleys here were relatively narrow. The alleys on the street here belonged to the main road of the old city. What was slightly better than other lanes is that it was a one-way road that could be more than enough to pass a medium truck.

But that's all.

There are often scratches on the walls at both ends of the courtyard. This is a vehicle with a too long body. It accidentally scratches the surrounding walls when turning. Because the lane is narrow and the speed is not high, the small courtyards on both sides open the door and it is a road. A group of children are blocking the doors of other people's houses waiting to share candy. This is not surprising. The roads here are often not smooth.

Among the neighbors on both sides, some people heard wedding music, and they brought a plate of pastries or baked snacks in their hands, and they also came to join in the fun. So, the courtyard was filled with people in a short while.

The crowd kept compressing the space for the belly dancer to dance, but the music was still intense, and the belly dancer's pace was still light. She was like a dragonfly swept across the water quickly, spinning in a small scene without touching the ground, dancing, twisting her waist, and shaking her plump belly quickly.

In fact, most belly dancers have a little bit of a good figure when they first entered the industry, but according to the principle of using the principle of getting ahead and losing, belly dancers will be trained in no time. Therefore, most belly dancers will dance for a while, and their waists will no longer be slender and their abdominal muscles will no longer be round and attractive... Imagine how much belly dance is there when a bucket waist is dancing?

Therefore, the belly dancer who has been aged can only attract guests' gaze from their abdomen with light steps and elegant and quick rotation. The belly dancer who hosted this wedding banquet is obviously one of the veterans.

An Feng took a breath, and he turned around and looked at the partition next to the toilet.

This toilet is on the second floor, located at the corner of the corridor. The partition where An Feng is located is the last partition of the toilet. Outside his right partition is the wall of the toilet. Outside this wall is the courtyard next to it. In the courtyard, the belly dancer is spinning and dancing. A group of late neighbors are standing at the gate holding a snack plate, standing against the gate wall, enjoying the dance, waiting for the music to end, so that they can bless the bride and groom. Behind these bystanders is the wall of the wedding courtyard, and outside the gate is the passing road.

At this time, not only were the gates of the wedding courtyard full of people, but nearby residents also climbed on the rooftop and stood on the rooftop to watch the wedding courtyard. Their location was dark and the wedding courtyard was brightly lit. At this time, Lavier was getting together with several women, chatting about their respective clothes and jewelry - the wedding couple was met when Lavier and An Feng were shopping around.

The so-called hospitality of Arabs may be said of this. The two sides met several times, and it is convenient to invite Lavier and An Feng to attend their wedding. The purpose of their invitation is of course not the red envelopes sent by Tu Anfeng and Lavier. Attending the wedding here, there is no red envelope, even if you bring a plate of snacks, a bottle of red wine, or a bouquet of flowers, you can come to the wedding for fun.

This is the first time that Lavier participated in a local social event, and she was very happy. In comparison, she had no language barriers to the Cairo people. The two sides were even the same country, the Ottoman Empire, more than a hundred years ago. They had the same language and writing, but the accents of each country were slightly different. Lavier's words sounded like a dialect to them.

But this did not hinder the exchange between the two sides. Local women asked about Lavier's marriage life with concern. Lavier avoided talking about this. Local women immediately talked about the nearby specialty shops. The woman who had shops at home introduced the goods at her home to Lavier. The conversation was warm and harmonious.

An Feng, who was sitting on the toilet, took a breath, and he took off his Arab robe, revealing his strong outfit. Under the robe, he brought two pistol holsters, one under his armpit and the other behind his waist and spine.

He wore a pair of three-quarter pants in his robe, and his legs were only above the knees of his thighs. Two black rectangular flat boxes were tied to his thighs, one left and one right. He pulled out his pistol from his left armpit, placed the pistol on his knees, and then untied a box from his thigh, opened the box and began to assemble the long and short tubes inside.

These metal components were assembled into a muffler in An Feng's hand in a short while. An Feng's movement was very fast, and the muffler quickly twisted onto the barrel of the Bereta 0 sports pistol.

Beleta 0 is a competition pistol used by athletes. It shoots small-caliber rifle bullets. The barrel does not have a retractor, so each round of bullets fired must be manually retracted and loaded with bullets manually. This is not a fighting pistol, but this pistol is very well done on the silencer. The guns originally emitted are small. After installing a special silencer device, even if you sit next to the shooting person, you probably won't hear too much noise.

At this time, it was already dark, and there were no street lights in Karen's old town. This road in the old town could only be illuminated by the light leaking from residents' windows. The wedding scene was still jubilant, and the belly dancer had already reached orgasm, and the people around him gathered closer, so the belly dancer began to rotate in place and began to shake his belly to dance the traditional belly dance.

A pickup truck drove over not far away. The headlights of the pickup truck penetrated the darkness like a sharp sword. The car was walking very slowly. The driver stuck his head out of the car and kept slapping the door with his right hand, urging people on the road to get out of it. In the back of the pickup truck, four men holding semi-automatic rifles looked at the crowded people on the street in a daze. Although they didn't say a word, their presence increased the driver's threat.

The pickup truck followed by three cars, the first one was a convertible jeep. There were four people sitting in the jeep. Except for the driver, the remaining three people were holding semi-automatic, and two were holding bazooka.

Behind the Jeep is a high-end and luxurious iron-gray Maserati. The trident logo on the front of the car flashes with cold stars under the headlights. The window glass of this Maserati is semi-black, and all the windows are closed. Under the headlights, the entire slowly moving body is like a black cat lurking silently.

A Land Rover car followed behind the Maserati car. This Land Rover car is just an ordinary Land Rover off-road. Its window is also closed, and only the driver's seat window is lowered, revealing the automatic rifle muzzle that is erected next to the driver's seat.

As soon as the convoy appeared, An Feng raised his gun and gestured. At this time, he put down the toilet lid, sat his whole butt on the toilet to keep his body stable, and then took out a special bullet from the flat box tied on the other side of his thigh.

Although this bullet is also a small-caliber bullet, except for the base fire support, the rest of the rest is gray. Its shell is pressed with special materials, which is a kind of gunpowder. After the gun is fired, the entire bullet body will burn out except the base fire support.

The warhead of the small-diameter bullet is also gray, and it seems to be made of metal made of unknown material, but it does not have the reflection of metal. It has been stored repeatedly for many years, and the surface has been oxidized and passivated.
Chapter completed!