Plinton Ott put on his shirt and looked at his image in front of the mirror.

The mirror appears in a vigorous look, as if at this age, he is still full of unlimited energy.

However, Plinton Ultra knew that this was just a manifestation.

Inside this shirt worth $7,000 is aging body. His skin and eyes are no longer shiny, his muscles are beginning to loosen, his lower abdomen are already appearing, and there are many wrinkles on his forehead.

The most important thing is that the key part of one of his men is not easy to use. He always feels unclean when he urinates, and when facing critical moments, he also has some...

Can't get harder.

"Fortunately, Viagra is there."

Plinton said something in his heart, then turned around and glanced at the woman who was making her late-night snack in the kitchen of the house.

The woman was very young, only twenty-one years old, and was a Japanese female student with a purple color, especially her figure, which was completely beyond ordinary Asian women.

Plinton actually prefers Japanese women because he thinks they are gentle enough. For example, today, with the help of Viagra, after two or three hours of passion, women will get up and make midnight snacks for themselves. If it is a European and American woman, don’t even think about such things.

After looking at the clock, it was already twelve o'clock at night. Plinton knew that a large amount of goods would be delivered to the headquarters of the Ultra Company today, but his nephew Rabbi was already very familiar with the business and could be handed over to him.

Thinking of this, Plinton Ultra sighed. Since his son's death, the heart of the underworld hero gradually faded. Not only did he want to retire early, but he also hoped to bleach his identity before retirement.

"If you do it for another two years, just leave the business to the rabbi. I will wash my hands and stop doing it."

Plinton sighed, thinking to himself.

"ah!"

At this time, the Japanese mistress in the kitchen suddenly let out a cry.

"What's wrong?"

When Plinton heard this, he felt nervous. He touched the pistol on the table and shouted to the kitchen.

The kitchen was silent for a moment, and then he heard the Japanese woman inside say, "It's okay, my dear. I just found something like a mouse here..."

"mouse?"

Plinton frowned slightly after hearing this. But he breathed a sigh of relief and put the pistol down.

"Dear, can you come here? It's still there..."

The woman said again.

Plinton shook his head when he heard this. This woman is good at everything. She is just a little timid.

He didn't doubt it, and walked into the kitchen.

"Dear, the mouse is..."

Plinton walked into the kitchen and just said half a sentence, he felt something cold in the back of his head.

His body suddenly stiffened. He saw that in the kitchen, the Japanese mistress looked frightened and looked at the back of her body. Plinton saw from the reflection of the cabinet that behind him, a man with a Halloween hood was holding a Colt pistol and pressing against the back of his head.

"What do you want to do? Should you kill me or ask for money?"

After all, Old Ultra was a person who had experienced bloody storms. He had not lost his calmness at this time. He just raised his hands and asked the people behind him.

The man didn't reply, but just said to the old Ultra's Japanese mistress: "Come here."

The Japanese mistress, like a trembling quail, walked over. Old Aut saw the man in the mask pressing his Japanese mistress's head with his hand. The Japanese mistress fell to the ground and lost consciousness.

At this time, the man with a Halloween mask took the mask off his face, revealing an oriental face, and said to him with a slight smile: "Mr. Plinton, Mr. Ultra? We can talk..."

...

...

Kirk sat in the villa, in the safest room he thought, his body was stiff and very nervous.

In front of him was a pistol and a telephone.

He looked at the pistol and the phone with cold sweat on his face.

Several times, he picked up the pistol and pressed the muzzle against his chin. He shot from this angle and the bullet would definitely smash his head.

However, every time he just persisted for a few seconds, Mr. Kirk took back his pistol.

The last time, he seemed to have made up his mind and pulled the trigger, but the trigger could not be pulled at all.

At this moment, he realized that he had subconsciously not even opened the security of his pistol.

But just this level has exhausted Mr. Kirk's courage that was already insufficient.

Finally, Mr. Kirk couldn't help but cover his face with his hands and kept crying.

As Su Peng's neighbor, Kirk knew in the afternoon that an explosion occurred in Su Peng's villa.

Of course, he knew very well who did it...he heard it completely when the blonde driver called.

Although he felt a little guilty, in Mr. Kirk's heart, his greatest wish was that Su Peng had been killed. No one would ever find out that it was done by Plinton and Ultra, so that he would not be able to involve himself.

But things went against my wishes. According to the information he learned through some information channels, in the evening, the Canberra Police Department dispatched the entire situation. According to the news from his insider, he was arresting Plinton and Ultra.

After hearing this news, Kirk felt like he fell into an ice cave and was stunned for a long time.

Once Old Ultra is arrested, his affairs will definitely be confessed... Because Old Ultra may receive a commutation of sentence.

Kirk first went crazy and wandered around the house, trying to do something, but found that he could not do anything.

No one can help him in this matter.

Finally, the desperate Kirk, holding a cell phone and a pistol, came to this room that he thought was safe.

He was making the final consideration, whether to call the police to surrender or commit suicide.

But in the end, he found sadly that he could not do either of these choices.

"Why...why..."

Kirk covered his face with both hands and kept sobbing in pain.

At this moment, he suddenly heard the sound of TV news in his living room.

Kirk was shocked. He clearly remembered that he had turned off the TV. Who turned it on at this time?

After thinking for a long time, Kirk picked up his pistol and walked slowly towards the living room.

Walking into the living room, he found that the TV was on at some point, and the Canberra evening news was played.

"Dear spectators! I am now at the headquarters of the Ultra Transport and Warehousing Company in the south of the city. A fierce gun battle has just occurred here. The Canberra Police Station dispatched 130 police officers. The gang members of the Ultra Company have engaged in a gun battle."

"However, according to the witnesses, in addition to the police, there seems to be a mysterious team of suspected soldiers participating in the attack and using heavy weapons. Now let's interview the Chief Vida of the Canberra Police Department, who directed the operation on the spot..."

"Director Vida..."

“Nothing to be told.”

On the TV, Vida, with a blank expression, walked quickly by, and a police officer blocked the reporter.

With a few shouts, Vida did not make a speech, and the reporter was not angry and continued to say to the camera: "According to some news, at least thirty people died in this operation, almost all the gangsters of the Ultra Company were destroyed, and the main leader was shot dead..."

"The main leader was shot dead?"

Hearing this sentence, Kirk's body was shocked.

Immediately afterwards, he suddenly started to laugh and laughed loudly.

"Hahaha... the main characters are all dead? Isn't that Old Ultra dead too?"

"Old Ultra is dead. Isn't no one knows about me?"

"Hahahahaha... I don't have to go to jail anymore, I'm free!"

Kirk laughed wildly from the bottom of his heart, and a kind of ecstasy invaded him.

But suddenly, at this moment, the TV was suddenly turned off.

The surroundings were in darkness, and in the darkness, a sound sounded:

"You seem to be very happy, Mr. Kirk."

"who?"

Kirk suddenly became nervous again, he picked up his pistol and looked in the direction where the sound was made.

However, before he could turn around, he heard a clatter of the pistol in his hand, as if something had been cut.

He was shocked, but then, a cold weapon was placed on his neck.

The lights are on.

"Is it... it's you?"

Seeing the person in front of him, Kirk screamed in shock.

What is in front of him is...

Su Peng!

"Are you surprised? Mr. Kirk?"

Su Peng smiled. He held a soft sword in his hand. The blade of the soft sword was placed on Kirk's neck. Kirk's pistol had been split in half and fell to the ground.
To be continued...