A plane landed at Rikkus. And a thin middle-aged man got off the plane.
The stewardess smiled politely at him and handed out a note with a phone number on it. The man just nodded politely and accepted the note.
Of course, he wouldn’t make this call because he couldn’t speak.
After he stepped on the solid concrete floor, he couldn’t help but stomped his feet lightly, squinted his eyes slightly, and looked into the distance.
“Mr. Evans, where are we going?” Behind him, a man in his thirties with a medium figure and obvious mixed features asked.
This thin middle-aged man was exactly Jagoan. And the man with luggage behind him was a Lobo who became famous overnight for stealing a nuclear warhead!
Jagoan smiled lightly, stretched out his hand and pointed forward, and then left the airport.
Lobo smiled bitterly helplessly, and followed behind with his luggage, muttering in his heart.
I don’t know who provoked Mr. Evans. He is full of murderous aura, it scares me to death!
Jagoan was only wearing a jacket with a simple white shirt, and a pair of looser jeans and sneakers underneath. He looked refined, like a teacher.
But Lobo just sad that his murderous aura could scare a person to death.
If it weren’t for such a refined temperament, the beautiful stewardess just now probably wouldn’t have handed over this note.
It’s rare to see Mr. Evans have such a strong killing intent. Moreover, after landing, the whole person’s energy is at its peak. Once he strikes, it will be like thunder!
The opponent this time is not easy. Mr. Evans is accumulating energy to keep his body in peak condition all the time. He brought me out, and I didn’t know whether he wanted me to collect the body for him or for the person opposite…
Thinking in his heart, Lobo followed Jagoan and got into a taxi.
After Jagoan showed the phone to the driver, the driver nodded and drove directly to the hotel.
An hour and a half later, when he arrived at the hotel, Lobo hurriedly got out of the car and opened the door, then helped Jagoan to get out of the car.
“Hey, fare!” The driver called out angrily.
Jagoan turned his head, smiled, glanced at the driver, and hurriedly took out the cash he was carrying and handed it to the driver.
Jagoan booked a double room. With his personality, he would not be as casual as Jagoan. He still wanted Lobo, the terrorist he brought out from Devendill Prison, to be by his side all the time to watch.
After entering the hotel, Jagoan made a gesture.
Getting along with Jagoan for these years, Lobo could also understand his special sign language. The meaning was very simple, rest.
Lobo lay down on the bed by the window, while Jagoan sat cross-legged on the head of another bed and began to meditate. Lobo glanced at him with a complicated thought, and then, the hairs on Jagoan’s neck immediately stood on end!
I’ll be killed!
Lobo was startled, and hurriedly withdrew his gaze, guarding his mind and not letting himself think about it.
With the slightly malicious gaze just now, Jagoan’s fine hairs on his body reacted. If he looked at Jagoan a few more times, he was afraid that Jagoan who never spoke would violently kill him in the next moment!
Lobo woke up overnight, only to feel that the murderous aura on Jagoan’s body was getting heavier and heavier.
“Mr. Evans, who are we here to kill in Rikkus? Is it worth running here yourself?” Lobo finally couldn’t help asking.
Jagoan wrote Mendez on the bedsheet with his fingers.
Lobo was terrified, and said, “That Heaven’s Punishment from the Mendez family, Flora?”
Jagoan shook his head.
Lobo didn’t know who Jagoan was going to kill. But Flora’s reputation spread so well, even if Jagoan really wanted to kill her, would he be able to kill her?
Jagoan still looked elegant and easy-going, but Lobo felt that his blood seemed to be boiling, and his heart rate reached about one hundred and seventy per minute.
After adjusting this night, your physical fitness has reached its peak, right?
The peak state of Mr. Evans is too terrifying…
Jagoan told Lobo to pack up and leave. And after the two left the hotel, they rushed to the suburbs. There was relatively less traffic and people in the suburbs, so it was naturally quieter.
Jagoan stopped in front of a small courtyard that kept the farmhouse style, then stood still, and smiled slightly at Lobo.
Jagoan shook his head, and then made a gesture.
Lobo understood what Jagoan’s gesture meant.
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