L, stands for Los Angeles.

7, represents the seventh group.

Podolia is familiar with the 5-9 group organized in Los Angeles.

Because these groups were formed by the remaining gunmen she absorbed into the organization after the destruction of the Carmen family, they can be considered to have some affection.

"Asshole, you actually sent a group of cannon fodder!"

Reluctance flashed in Bodolia's eyes, and she stood up slowly.

Now she can only pray that after she leaves the United States, the organization can successfully absorb the 'Dean' she recommended, so that she will not have to start over again when she goes overseas.

She took out her phone, clicked on the new contact list that appeared on her phone, and called out.

"Widow, I'm glad nothing happened to you."

"Thank you. I'm at home now, but I'm not sure if the enemy is watching in the dark. I need you to ensure the safety of the surroundings before I come out!"

".Sorry, our equipment and personnel do not support this, and the order sent to us by the organization is to cover you and leave Los Angeles before six o'clock!

The boat that will pick you up now is waiting at the beach.

Widow, you don’t have much time!”

Hear this.

Bodolia's heart tightened!

The meaning of the other party's words is obvious: If you can't leave before dawn, just stay here forever!

A cold look flashed in her eyes, she licked her red lips and said softly: "I know, I'll be out right away."

Hang up the phone.

Bodolia slowly drew out the small sword from his waist, ran his tongue along the cold edge of the knife, opened the secret chamber, walked with the knife, and rushed out of the darkness in two or two steps.

Under the moonlight.

Shadows fell.

A cold light flashed.

On the bed, the neck of a child who was sleeping soundly rolled down to the bottom of the bed like a rubber ball.

Bodolia shook the blade, took out a piece of white cloth that had been prepared a long time ago, and wrapped the bloody 'ball' that rolled under the bed. After a tender kiss, she put on the loose outer clothes of the Sakura Kingdom and hid the Kodachi on the bed.

In the meantime, I put the ball on my back and walked out.

I have been practicing the ancient fighting method for more than twenty years.

Bodolia was confident enough to kill seven enemies in the blink of an eye, with blood all over his body without fear of firearms.

She is still young and does not want to die.

So who doesn’t have a good eye today!

Who dies!

outside the house.

Two cars parked grandly outside Bodolia's house.

Five or six people stood scattered around the car, holding guns, scanning the surroundings with alert eyes, but they did not notice Dean who had been secretly observing them.

Bodolia's evaluation of them was very fair.

This is a group of rabble suitable for watching construction sites, cannon fodder trained by the Carmen family.

Crunch~

As the house door opens.

Podolia, dressed nondescriptly in a kimono and sneakers, walked out of the house in the shadows.

She frowned and looked at the pick-up person on the roadside.

Don't these idiots know that standing under the light means there is no threat?

Don't wait for her to think too much.

A bearded man wearing a baseball cap waved to her: "We have obtained the retreat route, you have timed out!"

Bodolia scanned the surroundings vigilantly, and after making sure there was no problem, she walked toward the crowd with strange steps.

Every step.

Her figure is hidden by the plants and buildings outside the yard.

This will not only prevent you from being sniped, but also allow you to find a bunker as soon as possible to protect yourself after encountering an attack.

The people we pick up are all rough guys.

Their eyes stared straight at the white and soft skin leaking out from under the crossed hems of their skirts as they walked, and they couldn't help but breathe heavily.

Several people looked at each other and nodded slightly.

Everything is self-evident.

Both sides meet.

Everything is safe and sound.

Bodolia breathed a sigh of relief, faced everyone's fiery gazes, and said with a smile: "L7, you were the organization I recruited back then, can you tell me that the organization is really planning to send me away?"

The leading strong man nodded: "Yes, let's get in the car."

Huh~

The clothes carry a delicate fragrance, flowing into the man's nostrils.

The next moment.

He only felt a slight chill in his throat, and then he heard a sound like a raging fountain, surging through his blood vessels and towards his throat, taking away all the strength and warmth from his body.

The skirt fell down.

Several people behind the leading strong man were still marveling at this woman's openness, even when she was in the Air Force.

Bodolia glared with her little feet and kicked the leading strong man behind her.

Zhi~

A trace of blood exploded at just the right time, and a spring of blood splattered, spraying several people behind him in a daze. They only had time to instinctively close their eyes.

Eyes closed this time.

They completely lost the chance to open again.

Podolia took advantage of the opportunity and slashed with the knife. He was as nimble as a rabbit, cutting through the willow leaves through the wind, and yet he was as fierce as a knife cutting his throat.

Just a moment.

The petite man, dripping with blood, rushed out of the crowd and stood with a knife.

behind.

Five or six big and thick men, armed with rifles on their backs, covered their throats that had been cut in half, and fell down weakly, letting the cold air around them smell of blood.

Bodolia exhaled a hot breath, shook the little hand holding the knife, shook off the sticky blood, sheathed the knife, and walked towards another car without looking back.

In fact, she had no definite evidence that there was anything wrong with the people who responded to her. She just felt that the way they looked at her was too presumptuous.

Only people who no longer fear themselves can have such an attitude.

So they died.

It is better to kill the wrong person than to let it go.

Bodolia never lets fate choose her, she only takes the initiative to choose her fate.

Even if it's the wrong way.

Open the pickup truck door.

What struck Podolia was a body bag and a bundle of nylon rope.

She pursed her lips.

very good.

It seems that the so-called sending yourself to the sea is actually sending yourself to sleep on the bottom of the sea.

What a disappointment.

Bodolia shook his head with some regret, got into the car, started it, and prepared to drive towards the city.

Now that everyone is ready to leave.

Then just kill that pretty boy Dean.

What she can't get or what she wants to lose can only feel comfortable if she destroys it with her own hands!

It's good to attack first and kill later.
To be continued...