The military spear, which had been suffering for a day and a night, has blood-red eyes, and its body is swollen, and its mind is almost crazy. Monroe should come back even if she returns home. This kind of intangible waiting is the most heartbreaking and unable to grasp the traces of fate, which makes everyone, including the military spear, confused and confused.

Old Zhou also had a calm face in his poker face. Now he is a fool and knows that something must have happened to Monroe. But what happened? It’s too unusual to have no news! Even if he was captured by aliens, he would at least give him a message to his home.

Everyone sat quietly together, staring at the anxious Mengfei and Junta in a daze. Their mood was as heavy as the river water covered with ice in winter. For a moment, the bone-bending feeling of muscles infected all those who were waiting silently.

"Ding Ding Ding." Lao Zhou's phone suddenly rang during such a quiet waiting, and the sudden sound scared everyone.

Lao Zhou hurriedly took out the phone, and there was only one person who would contact him, and he did not dare to neglect him.

"Hey, magpie, yes, yes,, what? How is that possible?" Lao Zhou suddenly changed his face and stood up with a cry of anger. The teacup in his hand fell heavily to the ground.

He hung up the phone blankly, his face still full of shock, and he felt more regretful and unbearable.

"There's news for Monroe."

The military sect rushed to Lao Zhou's side with a quick step, and couldn't wait to ask: "Where is it, where is it?"

He spoke very fast, and he was eager to listen to the phone just now. Looking at Lao Zhou's serious expression, he knew something must have happened.

"She was arrested by Matsumoto, and Matsumoto spoke and asked us to find him by ourselves." Old Zhou said this result that had been guessed by everyone, and suddenly, the room fell into another frozen field.

Roaring, a shocking shout broke out from Junzhan's throat, shocking everyone's eardrums to hurt.

He was extremely sad and angry, and his hand could not help but smashed his coffee table hard. The whole coffee table could not withstand his angry blow. With a bang, the wooden coffee table broke from one to two. The remaining momentum continued. After hitting the ground, the broken table bounced up again, and hit the mine heavily. It stopped its crazy jumping, and fell back to the ground.

"Damn Matsumoto, my god, grandma. Captain, Lao Zhou, we'll have fucked him now and copied his nest." The military spear roared violently, his voice roaring to the extreme hoarseness, his terrible blood-red eyes, like a dull monster. His hands couldn't help but take out the saber in his arms. Seeing that he looked like that, he didn't want to stay for a moment.

Meng Fei also had a white face and struggled to come over tremblingly and said sadly: "Captain, what should I do?" He could still remain calm and knew that this moment was not an impulse time. Although he was very anxious, he still asked Nighthawk silently.

Nighthawk was also shocked. How could Monroe fall into Matsumoto's hands?

With the Matsumoto personality they knew, how would he deal with Monroe, an assassin who was her enemy?

He didn't dare to extend the slightest idea. He could see the scarred team members as long as he looked up and looked at Lao Zhou. He turned his head helplessly and looked at him as if he wanted help. At this time, he could only wait quietly for his decision.

Old Zhou had gradually calmed down and sat back on the sofa with a thud, as if someone had been drained of energy made the final difficult decision. He slapped his thigh and said in pain: "Don't panic, Matsumoto's purpose is to lead us to the bait. We cannot be too blind, otherwise Monroe will still take his own life if he can't save Monroe."

"What should we do? Let's sit here and wait for Matsumoto to send Monroe's head? Isn't it just a life? You care, I don't care. If you don't save me, I'll save me."

Junta was so jealous that his face was twisted and his facial features were almost impossible to tell. He looked furious like a messenger of hell, ready to give this prosperous human world a fatal blow at any time.

He picked up his gun, threw away the mines that were blocking him and rushed towards the door.

"Stop it!" Lao Zhou suddenly yelled, stood up and pointed at the back of the military spear. His angry appearance was no worse than the military spear now.

Jun Zhi was red with his eyes, his mouth was panting heavily, his eyes were almost falling out, and he stared at Lao Zhou. If Lao Zhou did not give a reasonable explanation now, Jun Zhi, who had lost his mind, could use any weapon at any time, or even bite to death the obstacle that blocked his lover's rescue.

"What do you want to do? Where are you going to find Monroe? What's the use of you? Have you ever thought about it? Impulsive like you will only kill Monroe. She is also my student, my favorite student, will I feel worse than you are now?"

Lao Zhou stared at Junzhan fiercely, and he didn't mean to retreat. Instead, he took a step forward in the murderous gaze of Junzhan: "Now sit down for me, everyone is thinking of ways not to ruin our major affairs because of your intent."

Lao Zhou's tone was stern and unquestionable. The military sting was like eggplant hit by frost, and it immediately became silenced. His head was almost on the ground. Suddenly, he shook the gun in his hand, and his head slammed hard against the wall twice, squatting on the ground and burst into tears.

Everyone was silent. Looking at the army stinging in tears, everyone felt as if they were being poked hard.

Monroe is just an ordinary team member to them and has no deeper friendship.

But for the meaning of the military sect, it probably has to be life.

Looking at this usually arrogant man, he burst into tears at the moment, and as his closest comrades, they were just helplessly standing aside.

Everyone clenched their fists, and was deeply saddened by the helplessness at this moment.

Ye Ying quietly walked behind Jun Shishi, squatted down, and pulled up Jun Shishi, who was squatting on the ground and crying loudly.

Jun Zhi's face was covered with tears, his face was full of helplessness and loss, and the sky was falling.

Seeing the nighthawk that was blurred by tears, tears were like the river water that was leaking from floods, and they could no longer stop them. They hugged the nighthawk's shoulder and shouted: "Captain, what should I do, what should I do? Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo w

I couldn't hear his voice very clearly, and all I left was choking.

"Don't worry, your Monroe will come back without any loss. I promise you that you still have our brothers, we still have lives, six lives." Nighthawk said to the military sect heavily.

"Seven lives." Meng Fei took a step forward, wiped away the tears in his eyes, and only resolute.

The military sect stopped crying, and everyone's eager and firm eyes shone in his eyes. His heart was much clearer. It's great to have you!

Old Zhou slowly stepped forward and comforted him, "Okay, stop crying. Now is not the time to cry. Don't be like a sissy. I don't like this one the most. Let's go find Shimada, ask where Matsumoto is, and we go find him."

"Hey, ah!! It's Yoshinobu. Hello, I haven't contacted you for a long time. How are you doing recently?" Matsumoto greeted the other end of the phone with a smile.

"Well, very good, Matsumoto-kun, I won't talk much nonsense. I heard that you were threatened by a group of killers, and you have to deal with them alone. Do you need my help? With your words, our intelligence department will fully support you." Yoshinobu said sincerely without any politeness.

"Thank you for your kindness, Yixin. However, for our friends over the years, don't you understand me? The matters of my Matsumoto family must be solved by yourself. If outsiders intervene, my Matsumoto family's reputation will disappear from then on." Matsumoto said to Yoshimoto with gratitude but firmness.

"But......"

"Okay, thank you, Lyuxin. If you successfully resolve the problem of my life this time, haha, maybe it will be the biggest crisis! I will definitely give you a good drink, but please don't interfere in the middle, please!"

Listening to Matsumoto's desolate words, it was like saying the final farewell in life, Yoshinobu was very sad.

But in order to respect Matsumoto, he still said very respectfully: "Yes, Matsumoto, I'm waiting for your triumphant news!"

After hanging up the phone, Matsumoto smiled slightly: "Is that true? Come on, let me see your strength!"

"Mr. Shimada, let's come..."

"I know, you need to say nothing." Shimada raised his hand and interrupted Lao Zhou's words and said anxiously: "Matsumoto has sent out news and wants you to go to his castle to find him. He will break everything there with you."

"Ancient castle? Where is it? Will this be a trap?" Lao Zhou asked in confusion.

"That is his Matsumoto family's property, an ancient city that has been around for hundreds of years. I don't know whether it is a trap. However, what I know is that he has no power at all now. With all his personnel and the killers of the Black Dragon Society, there will be no more than 100 people at most. It depends on you having the courage to go? Or..." He took a sip of tea comfortably and said lazily: "Or you are going to give up your companions!"

Shimada smiled all over, and it seemed that he didn't take them seriously at all. In his eyes, there was only another chance to assassinate Matsumoto. As long as he angered the people in front of him, he had a lot of hope for success.

"Mr. Shimada, I guess you don't understand the relationship between us. Now please tell us the location of the castle. We will not stop and we must save our friends immediately." Nighthawk said deeply when he held his excited side and was about to step forward and beat Shimada's ventilated military sting.

"Okay, I just appreciate you, the people of the Heavenly Kingdom, forever. Wait for a moment, and I will send someone to bring you the floor plan of the castle.

You know, I used to be the security director of this castle, and I am very familiar with the terrain inside, hahahaha." I couldn't help but feel his manic pride, Shimada laughed haha.

Junta looked at the fat pig who had lost his legs and liked to pretend, and wanted to stuff the teacup on the table into his mouth and make him laugh again.

Soon, Shimada's subordinates brought a slightly yellowed artwork, and Shimada handed it to Lao Zhou with both hands: "I wish you success."

A thick fog soared into the sky, and the entire bar was shrouded in raging fire, and the figures kept flashing around the bar were running and shouting nervously.

The nighthawk ran towards the flames and rushed into the bar full of smoke.

Several corpses lay in a row. Sister Fang fell behind the counter, covered in blood. She obviously suffered inhuman torture before her death.

Nighthawk couldn't bear it. Just yesterday, this gentle middle-aged woman was cooking delicious food for them to eat, but now...

Nighthawk couldn't bear to watch it anymore. The fire was getting bigger and bigger at this time, and he couldn't stay in this place anymore. Just as he was about to go out, a ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-moving-cut-moving-cut-moving-cut-moving-cut-moving-cut-moving-cut-moving-cut-moving-cut-moving-cut-moving-cut-moving-cut-moving-cut-moving-

Nighthawk turned around and saw that it was a cell phone on the bar, lying there alone, chirping.
Chapter completed!