Chris's current name is Charles Campbell. Chris is a commonly used ID on the Internet. The Campbell family is a British hereditary aristocrat. Charles' grandfather moved to the United States in the early 20th century and owned large tracts of land and real estate in the eastern region. He belonged to a real wealthy family in New England.

The enemy was particularly jealous when they met. Liu Kunlun’s first idea was to kill this guy. No matter how many times he reincarnated, he had to be killed once when he saw him.

According to the logic of normal people, they flew thousands of miles to the United States and broke through numerous defense systems to kill people. This is extremely difficult. Even if they succeed, they cannot escape unscathed. But this is the thinking of a mortal. For someone like Liu Kunlun who has lived for two lifetimes and has unique skills but doesn’t have much time left, it’s just four words, just do it.

In a society with developed technology, ubiquitous surveillance has become a big net, leaving crimes unobstructed, but the other side brought by technological progress is who has higher technology and who controls everything. New York state legislation prohibits facial recognition, and the surveillance system is a product of ten years ago, with loopholes. Through more advanced technology, people can easily escape surveillance.

Liu Kunlun came out of Kennedy International Airport, put on his headphones, acted according to the instructions, and took the Long Island Railway eastward until the last stop. Although Long Island is located in New York, it is completely different from the east and west. The west is the famous Queens area and the east is relatively secluded. It is a famous wealthy area. The towns are scattered and dotted between the forests. Many celebrities live here. Chris lives in East Hampton, the easternmost end, and it is a manor near the sea. There are no other residents within a few miles. Even if you call the police, it will take a long time for the police to come. Therefore, security mainly relies on technical equipment and bodyguards.

Future technology satellites guide Liu Kunlun to an uninhabited house. There was a Chevrolet parked outside the garage. According to satellite pictures in the past three months, the car had never moved. After the fire, it was found that there was still half a tank of oil, enough to drive to the destination.

The alarm system of Campbell Manor showed that a car with a local license plate was approaching quickly. The bodyguard immediately became alert because there were never visitors in the manor, and there were signs at the entrance of the private highway that were not invited to enter without invitation. So the visitors would definitely be bad. Their first reaction was to call the police, but the phone could not be reached and there was no signal on the phone.

The Chevrolet crashed through the gate fence and rushed in. Until then, the bodyguards did not realize the seriousness of the situation. They thought that some drunkard in the town had drunk too much and rushed around. They took the guns out to try to stop them. Chris was still surfing the Internet in the computer room, and no one dared to disturb him.

The best security is not surrounded by heavy troops, but no one knows where you are. So the security at Campbell Manor is not as advanced as you think. Chris only hired a retired former Secret Service agent who once protected President Obama's senior black bodyguard. The drivers and gardeners hired are veterans suffering from PTSD syndrome. They like this kind of peaceful life, but they also have enough ability to deal with accidents.

The first person to go up was the gardener. He shouted loudly with a **** and shot him in the sky. Chevrolet stopped, and a man got out of the car, wearing a mask and bare-handed fist. Before the gardener could make a goal, his hand hurt and the shotgun landed. Then he looked at his back with a rusty iron nail.

The driver who was wiping the Rolls-Royce picked up the wrench from the toolbox. He saw the mask lifting his hand, and a familiar roar sound rang in the driver's ears. This was the sound of bullets flying past his head on the Iraqi battlefield, which instantly evoked the driver's painful memories, as if he had returned to the battlefield of blood and yellow sand. The comrades in the Hummer car were heartbroken. At this moment, he didn't care about anything and quickly hid himself in the safest place.

The fighting dog in the kennel roared at the top of his lungs, almost breaking the railing. The masked man pointed his hand and didn't know what magic he used. The fighting dog whimpered and lay down and didn't dare to move.

The most qualified retired secret service agent, carrying a dot-44-caliber Smith Wiesen revolver under his armpit. This weapon is powerful. Even if the enemy wears a bodyguard, he will be shot and his ribs will be broken, thus losing his combat effectiveness. He thought he would never use this gun to fire at people in his life. He accepted a monthly salary of 80,000 US dollars to be a bodyguard for a young hacker. It was not to make money, but to seek peace. Unexpectedly, An Yi would be broken so quickly.

After firing two shots, he clearly hit the target but failed, the retired agent saw that the situation was not good and did not force it. He quickly ran into the villa. The room had the last shelter, which was comparable to the underground safety room of the bank vault. It could not be opened with **. At this time, Chris had heard the sound of gunfire. As soon as he came out of the study, he was pushed into the elevator by the bodyguard. The elevator was safe to get down to the safety house. However, when the elevator door was halfway closed, a barrel reached in and shot it without saying a word.

The elevator was filled with the smell of gunpowder. Chris squatted on the ground with his head covered. After a few gunshots, it finally became quiet. The retired agent lay on the ground, his eyes opened and stared at him. Then Chris was picked up and dragged to the beach like a dead dog.

This is a private beach, without any disturbances from outsiders, there is a motorboat parked on the small pier, and there is also a sailboat. It is a tool for Chris to go out to sea to fish in his spare time. The mask is very tall. This height is not uncommon in the United States. Ksri is almost at a height of 1.9 meters, but the two have a huge gap in momentum, like a tiger and a lamb.

The masked man threw Chris onto the sailboat, started the engine, and sailed towards the sea. From beginning to end, Chris didn't even dare to move, and he didn't look like the founder of the Science Society at all.

The masked man took off his mask and asked Chris: "Do you know me?"

Chris closed his eyes and shook his head wildly, his mouth full of NO.

Liu Kunlun slapped his big mouths with seven or eight, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding. Then he opened his eyes, panting, snot and tears, and begging for mercy.

"I remember you are not very hard? Haven't you lived for four hundred years? Why are you scared?" Liu Kunlun raised his gun and ordered the other party to kneel down. Chris was proficient in several languages ​​and could understand his words. He knelt down slowly, hugged his head with both hands, and cried bitterly.

"Let's see you in the next life."

The sound of pulling the ** is like a death talisman. Chris was mentally broken and paralyzed like mud. He couldn't even beg for mercy. This made Liu Kunlun very puzzled. It shouldn't be, did he find the wrong person?

He pulled Chris up and looked at his face carefully. Yes, it was Chris in his previous life. Although he had different races, the difference was very small. The Asian version of Chris also had a high nose bridge and a long face. The two of them belonged to the modified Eurasian mixed race, which met the global aesthetic standards. However, this version of Chris lost his evil charm and looked more like a waste house. You can tell from his dress that the loose basketball vest and big shorts, and the undressed ones did not have the dignity of the leader.

"Do you know why you are killed?" Liu Kunlun temporarily withdrew his gun.

A glimmer of hope appeared, Chris regained some vitality and said I know, you are revenge because of what happened in Hong Kong.

"You are only half right, don't remember, right? I remind you, we were enemies in our previous life, and in the end I killed you, crushed your bones and ashes, and used your scum to make bricks to build a women's toilet. Do you remember?"

Chris stumbled: "I have to say that you are very creative, but since the grudges in your previous life have been settled, why should I kill me again?"

"You remember it, right? Kneel down and don't move your head." Liu Kunlun raised his gun again.

"Don't kill me, you shouldn't kill me. I'm not him. You've found the wrong person!" Chris was so scared that he burst into tears and said unstoppable, "Your enemy is Liang Weihan, he is dead."

"Make it clear!"

"Leung Weihan is also one of the reincarnations, and I am also a part of Chris, but we are different, I am kind..."

"What is one?"

"It's the process of reincarnation that is split, just like a split personality. It's hard for me to explain to you. I have information on my computer, so we can go back and check it..."

"Don't there be computers on the ship?"

Chris failed in his plan. He wanted to lure the killer back, but he made a mistake in his busy schedule and forgot his character. As a super hacker, it is impossible for him to have no internet equipment on the sailboat.

At the muzzle, Chris turned on the computer and called out the database. There were so many dizzying piles of information that could not have been temporarily compiled, including a series of information by Liang Weihan. Although there is no direct evidence that he is also part of Chris' reincarnation, some communication records can prove that he has a close relationship with Chris. Like a brother, the founding of the Science Society also has a contribution to Liang Weihan.

"Why did he die?" Liu Kunlun couldn't understand this problem. Liang Weihan's suicide came suddenly. If he wanted to frame him, it would be too hasty and in fact he did not cause any harm to himself.

"He hates you and wants to take revenge by any means. In addition, his character is about to collapse. He plays too fiercely. If he doesn't die, he may face prison. So he chooses to restart his life and harm you before restarting it. Anyway, there will be no loss." Chris explained.

Liu Kunlun thought of the police's investigation into Liang Weihan, and what Chris said was somewhat reasonable. On the surface, this boy was sunny and handsome, and with the blessing of a music family, with a bright future, and a bright future, but in fact, he had almost overdrawn his life. Once the dirty things behind his back were exposed, his identity would be useless.

Restarting life is simple to say, just like playing a role-playing game in life. If you are unhappy, you will start over. Only a arrogant and arrogant person like Chris can do it.

"What did he do for so many embryos?" Liu Kunlun asked again.

Liang Weihan has made many girls' belly bigger, and each of them has caused him to have a childbirth, and the whereabouts of the dead babies have remained a mystery.

"It's made into capsules, and the effect is the same as the Blood Mass. This is also the original intention of our founding of the Science Society. The old set of things is too cruel and bloody and is no longer suitable for the times." Chris said. "These capsules are provided to our junior members and can make them live a little longer."

This explanation is reasonable, and Liu Kunlun thought of another person, "Who is Ji Yufan's reincarnation?" He pounded Chris with a gun.
Chapter completed!