C417 Bruno

In a four-man manor in France, the sun is shining. One. A thin blond man was drawing his bow and shooting arrows at a target in the distance on the lawn. His assistant drove an electric mini 4WD over. He jumped out of the car and came behind him, saying, "Sir, your number." As he said that, he handed the phone to him.

The blond man opened his five fingers and an arrow shot out with a whoosh