chapter 2 Wrath of the Dragon King

Although it was already late at night, in a high-end apartment in Muscat City, a woman was still holding her mobile phone and watching intently.

"Rose ! Dragon King Mikhail Tarasov , the king of international mercenaries and captain of the Zealot Squad , will perform a mission in Verano. From now on, you will be mainly responsible for tracking the Dragon King. Remember, there is no need to say more about the horror of this Dragon King. Remember to handle with caution.”

After reading it, the corners of Rose mouth curled up slightly.

Did that Dragon King really come to Verano?

And on the train, it wasn't until the police took the short man and the beautiful woman away.

Tyler Jones was always in a state of confusion.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Mikhail Tarasov took off the fork early.

As for what the short man and the beautiful woman would say, that was not his concern.

Looking at Mikhail Tarasov who was sitting on the bed and still crossing his legs, Tyler Jones suddenly walked to the bed.

"I'm sorry, I was too focused on the surface."

Mikhail Tarasov smiled.

"It's a small thing, now you know the power of a bucket of instant noodles. Damn, I moved a little, but I'm hungry again."

Tyler Jones suddenly rummaged through his bag and ran out quickly.

After a while, Mikhail Tarasov suddenly sat up.

There was nothing he could do, but the unique fragrance of instant noodles suddenly drifted into his nose.

Anyone who has taken a train knows this.

Even if you suddenly smell the smell of instant noodles when you are not hungry, it is definitely time for you to eat.

The scent of that thing is really not something that ordinary people can resist.

The private room door opened, and Tyler Jones walked in with a bucket of instant noodles, put it on the table and smiled at Mikhail Tarasov.

"I brought several barrels for you to eat."

Mikhail Tarasov swallowed, he was a bastard if he didn't take advantage of it.

Seeing Mikhail Tarasov wolfing down most of the food, Tyler Jones rubbed his hands and said with embarrassment.

"After eating this bucket of instant noodles, I will be your apprentice."

puff!

The mouthful of soup he just drank was spit out by Mikhail Tarasov.

"Big man, what you want is beautiful, one size fits all."

apprentice?

He is a majestic Dragon King, and wherever he goes, countless people cry and shout to worship him as their teacher.

Just wanting to bribe myself with a bucket of instant noodles is just a dream!

Mikhail Tarasov never saw the beautiful woman again until he got off the train.

He couldn't help but feel a little pity for those beautiful legs. It was inevitable that the subsequent journey would be a bit boring, and he could only listen to Tyler Jones tireless talk.

After leaving the station, Mikhail Tarasov suddenly stopped and looked at Tyler Jones, who was following him and talking non-stop.

"I said, big man, why didn't I notice that you talk so much before? Okay, if we have the chance to meet you next time, I promise to make you the first subject of inspection."

Mikhail Tarasov's face didn't look like he was joking.

Tyler Jones was also afraid that he had really pissed off this master, so he hurriedly laughed.

"Okay, Mikhail, goodbye, Mikhail Kai."

After leaving the train station, Mikhail Tarasov was speechless.

Now we are really in a desperate situation.

It seems that in order to complete the task, I can only find one person, otherwise I will make an egg.

Although Beggar Von told him to keep a low profile and rely on his own efforts for love.

But at least you have to open that door first.

After studying the map, Mikhail Tarasov went straight onto a bus.

In the parking lot of the train station, there was a call from an Audi A6 that seemed to be talking about Mikhail Tarasov.

"Brother, failed."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for two seconds before a deep voice came out.

"How can a monkey fail in his skills?"

"He met a master who was nosy, but the photo has been sent to him. He is a young man."

"If the monkey is caught, it is very likely that it will attract the attention of that department. The plan for Emmie Jenkins will be suspended first, and then we will take action after the news has passed. As for the young man, find him and kill him, otherwise all the cats and dogs will think we are easy to mess with."

"I know, brother."

The miserable Mikhail Tarasov finally wandered along with the bus to the terminal.

He reached out and hailed a taxi.

"Master, go to Fortune Run Club."

Taking a taxi from here to Fortune Run costs just ten yuan.

Mikhail Tarasov is going to find a member of his former Zealot Squad.

His full name is Aleks Makarov, and his nickname is Frostblood.

When we occasionally chatted before, Frostblood revealed that he had opened a club called Fortune Run in Greenland .

Mikhail Tarasov didn't ask too much, as long as he could find someone.

Although he had already remembered the phone number in his mind.

But judging by the shameless spirit of my old man, borrowing a mobile phone to make a call is really dangerous.

Mikhail Tarasov's casual attire of cheap white shirt and jeans made the driver conclude at a glance that Mikhail Tarasov was definitely not related to the rich second generation, and he was still an outsider.

Then he can make some extra money again today.

Fortune Run Club is not a gathering place for sports cars in the literal sense.

It's a casino in disguise.

Every event in it is related to running.

Such as rat race, centipede race and other weird things.

Free betting, the club only provides the venue and rake.

Everyone who can come here is either rich or noble, and the bet amount for a game is at least one million, otherwise they would be too embarrassed to take action.

The Fortune Run Club is located in an abandoned factory area, surrounded by guardrails.

Various infrared detection and other state-of-the-art things are mounted on the fence.

There were four security men in black standing at the door.

Poor Mikhail Tarasov didn't even know that you must have a membership card to enter.

The driver showed a card and was let through smoothly.

The taxi drove straight to the back door of the second factory building.

Two big men in black walked over and motioned for Mikhail Tarasov to follow.

Looking at Mikhail Tarasov's back, the driver smiled.

"I got five hundred yuan easily. It's a great job. I just don't know if this kid will wet his pants in fear."

Enter through the back door and the hall appears.

An old man and an old man were sitting behind the table.

"Listen to the rules clearly. When the door opens, run forward as fast as you can. Do you understand? There will be a reward of at least 1,000 yuan. If you get first place, you can get a reward of 10,000 yuan."

race? interesting.

Mikhail Tarasov didn't say much. If he finished first, it would be a big income.

It's not an exaggeration to call it a pick-up fund.

How can I not know what kind of body I have?

Not to mention racing with people, even a cheetah can be defeated by him.

After entering a long passage, Mikhail Tarasov stood at the end of the passage.

When it came to money matters, he really forgot about Aleks Makarov. Anyway, racing wouldn't waste much time.

This passage is not wide, two meters.

Some dim yellow light can barely see the passage.

At this time, a voice suddenly sounded.

"All contestants are in position, ready to go, countdown."

"three!"

"two!"

"One! Open the door!"

The moment the door opened, a roaring sound reached Mikhail Tarasov's ears.

He poked his head for a moment and was surprised.

Holy shit! What kind of event is this? There are so many spectators. He was about to run when he suddenly turned around.

I saw a lion rising slowly from the ground and roaring towards Mikhail Tarasov.

The casual expression on Mikhail Tarasov face gradually turned cold.

Damn it, how dare you treat me like a monkey.

If it was a normal race and there was a bonus of 10,000 yuan, of course he wouldn't mind.

However, that does not mean that he can be chased by a wild beast like a lost dog in order to satisfy the terrible desires of some people.

As the captain of the Zealot Squad, the mercenary community in many countries around the world is terrified.

How could Mikhail Tarasov, who was given the nickname Dragon King, be viewed as a beast?

At the same time, he also understood that he had been deceived by the seemingly honest and honest taxi driver.

Damn, you are so brave, even I dare!

An anger slowly burned from the Mikhail Tarasov's heart.

Everyone in the international mercenary community knows that this was a nightmare.

Zealot Squad, once saw an anti-government armed force killing civilians for no reason.

In the end, the Dragon King led the Zealot Squad and wiped them out overnight.

You know, there were nearly a thousand heavily armed combatants.

They were wiped out overnight, just like crushing a thousand ants to death.

From this, a saying spread in the mercenary world.

The Dragon King was furious! Corpses are everywhere!

Seeing the roaring lion rushing towards him, Mikhail Tarasov sneered and punched out.

In the hall, a man hurriedly ran to the old man's side.

"Sorry, the one who came in last didn't run out."

The old man replied lazily.

"Put the lion back, teach him a lesson and throw it out. It's not like I haven't seen such a coward before."

The man's forehead was sweating.

"But...but that man punched our lion to death..."

What?

The old man finally stood up.

Then his expression darkened.

"You actually dare to cause trouble in our Mr. Kai's running field. You are simply seeking death!"

Bang!

At the same time, smoke and dust flew everywhere after the explosion in Channel 5.

When the smoke and dust completely cleared, Mikhail Tarasov's figure was revealed.

Even though he was surrounded by a dozen burly men holding swing sticks.

Mikhail Tarasov simply chose to ignore it, and instead shouted suddenly.

"Tell that bastard Aleks Makarov to get in front of me immediately!"