It was Hepburn that many people who had never been here met this city, Rome for the first time. Although the long-standing glory can still evoke some conservative and familiar memories of historical people, no one can deny that the product of the new technological revolution is the most important reason why this legendary divine realm returns to people's vision.

At four o'clock in the morning, after a deep breath, Wang Qibu, who was still steaming coffee on the round table, quietly retreated from the balcony to the room. He pulled the thick curtain, quickly walked to the east side of the room and kicked it hard on the wall, shouting, "Yue Xiaochen, there is someone monitoring us from the third window on the left on the seventh floor of the office building opposite. The surveillance equipment is still his-mother-supported gun."

"You want to live?" About half a minute later, Yue Xiaochen's obvious sleepy voice came from the other side of the wall.

"Do you think I will use 'to die' to insult your peerless martial arts?" Wang Qibu said, not much nervous, because when he said this, he had already thrown himself on the bed, waiting for the arrival of those hunters he had not yet discovered.

"Be careful." The next reminder was followed by the sound of the door of the next door opening and closing. Wang Qibu knew that Yue Xiaochen's "be careful" had a dual meaning. Meaning one; Yue Xiaochen also keenly predicted that the other party would have subsequent actions. Meaning two; in fact, I slept very well just now, so if you, Wang Qibu, were playing tricks on me, it would be a very worthy thing to be careful. You should know that Yue Xiaochen's repair of Wang Qibu is not new at all.

Twenty seconds later, Wang Qibu turned over and got out of the bed like a cat, and did not make any noise except for some dust at the foot of the bed. Like the female ghost in the horror movie, Wang Qibu, who was lying on the carpet with Jiang's body, just exposed his eyes to the balcony. A gust of wind and evening breeze blew, blew the corners of the curtain. In an instant, Wang Qibu, who was pretending to be a ghost, indeed saw several pairs of boots appearing on the balcony.

After squirming and retracting the exposed half of his head back to the temporary cover bed, Wang Qibu screamed in secret without proof of his own wiseness. After all, he was very familiar with avoiding assassination. From the initial panic and fear to the later changes, to the relaxed freehand painting of the Mahayana that was approaching, the ability to counter-assassination has almost turned into a supernatural ability and integrated into Wang Qibu's soul. In his previous life, he thought that there were too many people who died, and he hoped for it in this life.

According to this request, the people who died seemed to be quite a lot. They reached out and pulled out the pistol equipped with a silencer from the pillow. Because they did not hear footsteps, they directly fired all the fifteen bullets in the magazine according to the position of the boots in their memory. Then they took their hands freely from the bullets that were muffled, howling, and counterattacked, and replaced them with a new magazine. After naturally rolling, they felt so arrogant that they felt like "It's still really boring!"

Wang Qibu, who kept holding his ears up, did not hear the other party talking even after someone was injured. In other words, the person who assassinated him this time was either a professional team of killers or soldiers. It was definitely impossible for ordinary gangs or temporary mobs to be organized. Then there were the pairs of boots in his mind, which were ordinary-sized boots that Wang Qibu thought were very ordinary, which gave him some clues. Asians!

Just as Wang Qibu got a little answer, a slight "Wen" sound came from the air, which made him use his ghost-like body technique without hesitation and escape. Yes, the melon grenade that was thrown from behind the curtain with a lot of holes proved that Wang Qibu was not simply nervous allergic.

"Boom!" The huge explosion alarmed most of the city, which would inevitably alarm the security of the hotel. The hotel's duty manager also woke up from his sleep. After confirming from the security staff that the explosion in the hotel's top suite had occurred, he decisively chose to call the police, wiped his cold sweat.

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Tokyo is also the royal city of Japan. In a large courtyard that has been passed down for many years, a young man sat upright on the Tatami in one of the rooms. He burned sandalwood and looked very quiet and peaceful. However, just as time came to the next second, because the wooden sliding door of the room was opened vigorously, all this may be so ethereal that it was finally ethereal, and the ink was splashed open, restoring the most constant color on the drawing paper.

The young man sitting upright still seemed calm. He opened his eyes and said, "Wu Guijun, is our father really so busy that he didn't teach you what kind of politeness?" He raised his eyebrows and said a high posture to the fullest.

"Brother, before exploring my father's education method, can you tell me why I sent someone to assassinate the grandson of the Chinese Prime Minister? Don't you know that this will not only cause huge disputes, but also destroy my huge investment?" Although it was furious, Wu Gui still maintained a very good politeness when facing his brother. Although the Japanese are a nation that likes incest, they are actually very polite even when incest.

"Wugui, I have been curious over the years whether you are the blood of my royal family. Why don't you know how to grow? All killers are dead soldiers trained by the family. They have taken poison before performing their mission, and there is no trouble for living? Besides, your investment is just idiotic. Maybe you have any plans that I don't know, but I believe that the plan will definitely not create benefits for the family. If you take the Concorde plane and rush back from Los Angeles to say these words to me, then your stupidity will refresh my understanding of you again." Wu He said such words without leaving any affection, and did not look at his younger brother. The place where he focused was a vase, but it was gentle, so the atmosphere in the whole room became particularly strange at this moment.
Chapter completed!