C1 It's All My Stories

In a small, Central African country's industrial area.

Under the hot sun, the country's new president is personally inspecting the industrial area, followed by a row of dignitaries and armed men.

On the high ground a thousand meters away, there were two assassins waiting for them. Their eyes were filled with greed.

One of the snipers stared at the President's shiny black head, feeling as if it were a new stack of money smelling of ink.

"The target has appeared. I've already seen five million dollars waving at me!"

"The contacts have been arranged. Hurry up and make your move!" Recently, a Chinese person came here, his methods are extremely vicious, we already have several brothers that fell at his hands. "

"What are you afraid of, we have the oil prince Walid standing behind us. Isn't it just killing the president of a small country? The Chinese are famous for bullying the weak and fearing the strong, do they dare to go against the prince …"

The conversation came to an abrupt stop. The two killers realized in terror that, without knowing when, a Chinese youth had appeared in front of them!

"His methods are extremely cruel, bullying the weak and afraid of the strong Chinese, are you guys talking about me? It seems like your misunderstanding of China is very deep. "

Lu Hao's eyes narrowed, and a cold smile appeared on his face, "I'll give you all a chance to finish yourselves."

Under the sunlight, his unibrow raised and Lu Hao swung his fine, slanted bangs. His eyes that were as black as ink did not contain a single trace of emotion.

"Kill him!"

"I'll fight it out with you!"

Two assassins were in a frenzy. One of them used a knife, while the other opened fire!

However, before they could finish their actions, two thin lines of blood split open on their dirty necks. The lines expanded, and blood spurted out like a high-pressure fountain.

Lu Hao had a faint smile on his face as he moved, avoiding the blood that was about to fall onto him.

In Africa, it was not easy to keep clean. He did not want to dirty his last white shirt for the sake of these two stupid killers.

All of this happened so silently that even the soldiers protecting the president a thousand meters away were not alerted.

"Prince of the Oil Country huh …"

Standing in front of the two corpses, Lu Hao's eyes were clear and cold, as he laughed coldly.

Three years ago, Lu Hao had an encounter with the Prince of Oil.

The oil nation was in a coup, and Walid, the king of oil, was caught in a desperate situation and saved by Lu Hao, who was on a mission.

Prince Walid, grateful, held a great feast in the palace.

Various endangered animals were made into delicacies and brought to the table in turn.

Lu Hao didn't even move his chopsticks as he scolded Prince Walid.

Fortunately, there was no Chinese national treasure panda on the menu. Otherwise, Walid, who had just escaped danger, would have been personally hammered to death by Lu Hao.

Three years had passed since the departure of the palace.

Lu Hao picked up the killer's satellite phone and typed out a string of numbers.

"Prince Walid, have you been eating wild vegetables and bamboo shoots according to what I've said recently? Abstaining from alcohol and meat, cultivating your health?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line before a flattering voice rang out: "Hidden..." Lord Hidden Dragon, why is it you! The Prince sends his regards to you, and the Prince... It had been a long time since he had eaten an animal that was endangered. He was also trying hard to avoid eating or drinking. However, wild vegetables were too horrible, and bamboo shoots were too hard to eat … "It won't rot at all."

Bamboo shoots are too hard? It couldn't be cooked at all?

When Lu Hao thought about how the Prince probably treated the bamboo as a bamboo shoot, he couldn't help but shake his head, feeling anxious about the Prince's IQ.

Lü Hao snorted coldly, "From what I see, Walid doesn't even have a mind of his own, and he still dares to play assassination! Can't I take a good vacation in Africa? "

At that moment, there was a flurry of emotions on the other side of the phone. Prince Walid, who was wearing a white turban, asked anxiously, "What did Lord Hidden Dragon say?"

"Lord Hidden Dragon knows that the killer was sent by the prince. He's very angry!"

"Ah …" This group of useless mercenaries, they actually told me about it. Hurry up and explain it to Lord Hidden Dragon.

Prince Walid's body trembled and his face turned deathly pale. He snatched the phone from the translator's hand and explained in a low voice.

On the other end of the line, Lu Hao frowned.

Of course he could understand Arabic. It was just that he didn't like this kind of language that lacked beauty, so when he was communicating with others, he always insisted on using Mandarin.

"I don't want to see any more assassinations." Lu Hao said in a deep voice.

The oil prince had sent assassins to assassinate the president of a small African country, and with his feet he knew that it was the country behind the plot.

As the vice minister of the dragon department, Lu Hao couldn't sit idly by and let this happen.

"Yes …" "Yes!"

Prince Walid nodded his head like a chick pecking rice after the simultaneous interpretation.

"I've heard that you have started to raise African lions as a 'body builder'. It seems like you still don't understand Chinese, so you should learn more about it. Also, the wild is the home of animals, release the lions for me. If you really like pets, you can have a few Dutch pigs and rabbits, these are more suited to your temperament."

Lu Hao continued.

"Yes, yes …" Lord Hidden Dragon, I understand. Do you have any other instructions? "

With just a few short sentences, Prince Walid was still sweating profusely even after the phone call.

Those who had not personally witnessed that person's terrifying methods would not be able to understand how much psychological pressure that person's calm and slow tone of voice would bring!

"Come to think of it, I will come to the Middle East to find you. Don't disappoint me when the time comes, otherwise, your little brother, Sharim, would be very happy to take over your position as the King."

After giving Walid a deep warning, Lu Hao hung up the phone and casually threw away the satellite phone.

With this phone call, he could at least keep this small country peaceful for five years and ensure the safety of this black president for ten years.

"After this last mission is completed, it's time for me to leave this place."

Lu Hao sighed.

The Stellar Breathing Technique he cultivated had suffered a severe backlash recently, so he had to return home to resolve it.

After making his request to the Chinese Heavenly Policy Manor, the Heavenly Policy Manor's Manor Lord couldn't persuade him to stay, so he had no choice but to agree. He only made two requests.

One is to return home and never go abroad again.

Second, to do one thing for the Tian Zai Manor.

As for not being able to go abroad, Lu Hao was mentally prepared.

Africa, though good, is not home.

As for helping the Tian Ji Sect with something, although he was unwilling, for the sake of returning back home, Lu Hao could only accept it with a pinch of his nose.

After calculating the time, the time to return would probably be today.

He had been assigned to protect the country's president for half a year, and although his mission had ended early, he had done his part by sending him off with ten years of safety.

After he put down the phone, just as Lu Hao was shaking his head and sighing, a loud sound echoed in the vast expanse of red land.

Gazing into the distance, he saw an army-green truck carrying a long line of smoke and dust.

The car did not slow down at all. It suddenly came to a stop a few meters away from Lu Hao. The distance between the front of the car and Lu Hao's body was only as thick as a piece of paper!

"Little Hao Hao, we haven't seen each other for a few months, but your courage has grown."

The car door opened and a beautiful woman got off. She walked up to Lu Hao and sized him up with a smile, as if she could see a flower on his face.

She was tall and slim, wearing a moon-white long robe with long black hair cascading down her shoulders. The beautiful woman stretched out her hand and slowly caressed Lu Hao's cheek.

Lu Hao took a step back and dodged the woman's "Demon Claw".

"If you have something to say, then say it. Don't try it. Even if you are my boss, I, Lu Hao, am still a man that you can't get your hands on."

"These words are said as if I had acquired many men. Little Hao Hao, you hurt me so much, I have stayed as I was for you for 27 years, but I never thought that I would end up like this."

Mu Han Yan pursed her lips and pretended to be heartbroken. She was on the verge of bursting into tears.

Lu Hao looked at her performance with an expressionless face. He didn't have a single ripple in his heart, and he even wanted to laugh a little.

The Division Head of the Warring Dragon Department, a special organization of China, a well-known (and notorious), cold-blooded killer of the African continent, would be a fool, a fool who would believe that he was a pig.

"So boring."

Seeing Lu Hao's indifferent expression, Mu Hanyan shrugged her shoulders and withdrew her infatuated look from before. She sternly said, "The order has been issued. The organization has decided to send you back to the country."

Even though he was already mentally prepared for this decision.

However, even after hearing it from Mu Han Yan, Lu Hao still felt slightly disappointed.

He had been in Africa for five years.

This poor but rich land could bring him true freedom and inner peace.

Are they really going back?

Lu Hao frowned and looked back. The red soil stretched out as far as the eye could see.

After a long while, the relieved Lu Hao finally broke into a smile and murmured, "I won't be able to shake my hand in time. Africa, 10,000 miles, is my legend."

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