chapter 3 misfortune

Ye Xiu didn't care about anything else. He jumped out of the alley and looked in the direction of the small building.

I saw a cloud of smoke and dust billowing in the direction of the small building. Not only that small building, but also the two small buildings next to it, all collapsed and turned into ruins, or in other words, were turning into ruins.

From among the ruins, wailing sounds could be heard from time to time.

Harbinger Campbe's eyes were red, and he clenched his fists tightly with both hands. His short nails dug deeply into the flesh of his palms, almost causing them to bleed, but he finally controlled himself and did not Rush forward.

He knew that at this moment, he must not be impulsive. If he rushed forward impulsively, it would have no meaning other than killing himself. Under the power of the explosive just now, the old man's chance of survival was already gone. There were almost none, and his intuition told him that those who killed the old man might still be lurking around, waiting for him to appear!

At all times, stay calm!

At all times, your own survival must be your top priority, and never do anything stupid!

Because only by living, only by living, can you have a chance. This is what the old man taught Harbinger Campbe!

But at this moment, Harbinger Campbe only felt more uncomfortable than death. He watched helplessly as the people closest to him were blown to pieces in front of him, but he could only stand aside and watch quietly. You can’t even go up there and take a look!

Tears fell down like rain from his eyes, which had not shed tears for many years.

In his blurred vision, he seemed to hear the old man's severe scolding again, and seemed to see the old man's drunken look...

He finally understood why the old man had been so weird for so many years and always liked dark corners when choosing his address. It turned out that he had been hiding from a powerful enemy...

He finally understood why, in addition to medical skills, the old man always forced him to practice fighting skills and the like that were unnecessary and uninteresting to him, and from time to time he would tell him some things that he thought were uninteresting. He was mumbling words that he couldn't understand...

Everything is just because of the enemy behind the scenes!

But, old man, what have you done before, what is your true identity, and why do you have such a terrifying enemy?

Old man, don't worry, no matter who did it, no matter how powerful the other party is, or how terrifying the forces behind the scenes are, I will definitely avenge you!

For a long time, Harbinger Campbe looked at the ruins that were gradually settling down and more and more people gathered around to watch the excitement. Hearing the whistle of the siren getting closer and faster, Harbinger Campbe turned around resolutely. He left the scene and walked to the other end of the alley... He did not choose to see the old man's body, nor did he choose to take a look at the ruins of the small building where he had lived for a long time and left him warm memories, because he knew , the most important thing for him right now is to protect himself, survive, and become stronger!

The enemy that even the old man can't fight against is definitely not something that he can handle now!

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New York, Manhattan.

In the presidential suite of a super five-star hotel.

"Hello everyone, this is the Harlem community. Just thirty minutes ago, a huge bombing occurred in this community that outraged both humans and gods. This was an extremely bad incident comparable to 911. So far, , the number of casualties has reached 31 people...!"

On the wall of the hall, on the large LCD screen, a beautiful reporter with a graceful figure stood in front of a Harlem community that had just been bombed into ruins. She held a microphone and spoke with excitement, reporting what had just happened with great indignation. A bad incident occurred.

On the screen, in front of the ruins, a group of police officers were busy there, and from time to time there were people of various colors crying and wailing...

On the million-dollar sofa in the lobby, a man with a fair face and a handsome face gracefully shook the bright red wine glass in his hand, staring at the large-screen TV in front of him, looking at the pile of ruins on the TV, and looking at a pile of ruins. The female reporter, who had an indignant face and righteously condemned the explosion, looked at the national police who had a righteous face and expressed their determination to resolutely catch the terrorists who committed the crime, with a sarcastic look on her lips.

"Tuk-tuk."

There was a gentle knock at the door.

"Enter."

The man's voice was as full of magnetism as his handsome appearance, but his words were very concise.

An old man with silver hair opened the door and walked into the hall. Although the old man had silver hair and his face looked quite old, his eyes were very sharp, and he had a straight figure. He was in a suit and leather shoes, and his silver hair was meticulously combed. , the leather shoes on the feet are also dark and shiny, spotless.

Entering the hall, the old man walked slowly and slowly in front of the handsome man, bent down gracefully, and performed a standard noble etiquette.

"Have you confirmed your identity?"

The handsome man raised his eyebrows slightly.

"It's completely confirmed that that person is No. 1."

The old man replied respectfully. When he mentioned No. 1, a strange cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Where are the clues."

There was also a strange light flashing in the handsome man's eyes.

"No clues found."

The old man shook his head, a look of shame and anger flashed in his eyes, "No. 1 seems to have sensed our appearance in advance, and has eliminated all possible clues in the family in advance. We have already investigated However, all hard drives and disks have been smashed by special means, and there is no possibility of restoration."

"Damn it!"

The light in the handsome man's eyes dimmed instantly, and a ferocious look appeared on his handsome face. The hand holding the red wine glass dropped it on the table hatefully.

"Check, check for me, check all the places he has stayed in these years, check everything he owns, I don't believe that he can really leave no trace at all! In this world, it is possible to leave no trace at all. Completely obliterated! Moreover, I don’t believe that he was willing not to leave any traces!”

There was a cold light shining in the handsome man's eyes.

"yes!"

The old man looked serious and responded respectfully.