696: C696 He's Your Son

C696 He's Your Son

Just yesterday, Whiteboard was still crying like a child, patting his chest while telling Gao Fei and James that he was retiring and would not kill people in the future. He was going to live happily in this great and safest country together with Barbara, like countless good people of America who follow the law and follow the law.

However, those words still echoed in his ears. Today, he brought up the improved version of Sniper Rifle, together with his newly-wedded wife Barbara, the Great Orangutan and the monkey, and began to cruelly reap lives.

There was nothing that could be done. Someone with a gun in the hands of so many people dared to wantonly kill their brothers and chase their brothers away like dogs. No matter what, they could not swallow this resentment.

I was kind-hearted, but reality was too cruel and too kind.

In a single move, the four of them killed four outstanding motorcyclists from four different directions.

No matter how skilled these four assassins were, they were shot down during the flight. They could only be called excellent pilots and had nothing to do with the killers.

Ka La, quickly pulled the bolt of the gun, hid in the third floor of Southeast Angle church on the whiteboard, aimed at the head of the driver of a large black SUV, and decisively pulled the trigger.

The silver armored bullets flew through the windows of the car at an unimaginable speed, smashing through the driver's head and blooming into a myriad of peach blossoms!

After the driver's honorable shot, the car crashed into a parked car at the intersection like a mad cow.

Roar!

With a loud crash, the SUV crashed into someone else's car and was sent flying into the air. Then, it smashed heavily onto the ground with all four wheels facing the sky.

That unlucky car was knocked back more than ten meters and crashed into three to four cars before finally coming to a stop. It was unknown whether the driver of that car was still alive or dead.

No one cared about these innocent civilians, not even the four of them, much less Fannie and the rest who were in hot pursuit.

After the four motorcycles and the black SUV in front of them were dealt a devastating blow, the second car that whizzed by immediately came to a screeching halt. Three men in black jackets with guns quickly jumped out.

Just as Mussen said, the subordinates that Fannie brought were all excellent retired special forces selected by Old George from all over the world. Their individual combat abilities were quite strong and they could maintain absolute calm even in times of trouble.

After the deaths of their comrades who had made the path, they immediately reacted in the most correct way. Perhaps, it was a mistake.

The three of them jumped off the car, and before they could find a shelter to observe their surroundings, a few of the detestable sniper bullets mercilessly shot them to the ground. One of them had a good life, and two of them had been shot in the head, turning him into a rotten watermelon.

Fannie, who was in the back, was alarmed. Before she had even seen the enemy, ten of her men had died in battle.

These subordinates were more powerful than the assassins that were sent to assassinate Caesar. They were all the elites of Old George's direct Superior.

What did this prove?

It could only prove that the enemies hiding in the shadows were stronger, colder, and more vicious than these people.

After all, White board, big Orangutan and the others had been fighting for years, regardless of whether it was in terms of individual combat experience or ability, they could not be compared to Old George's men who usually wore sunglasses to act cool, but there weren't many who were almost in combat.

Moreover, the Sniper Rifle that Whiteboard and the others used were all modified. They could be said to be the world's most perfect weapon for killing people.

Whether it was a single soldier fighting alone or a small group working together, the number of people in the elite A Army of the Foreign Legion in France and Britain had to increase by seventeen or eighteen streets.

There was no difference between hiding in the dark to kill them and a butcher wielding a butcher's knife slaughtering a chicken in a chicken coop.

The cruel reality of the instant deaths of ten elite soldiers (Fannie had no hope that the other two in the four-wheel drive, other than the driver, would still be alive) made Fannie dumbstruck and her whole body tremble.

With a crisp bang, a stream of blood flowed out from the head of the subordinate sitting in the front passenger seat and fell limply onto the body of the driver. The strong smell of blood woke Fannie up and she screamed, "Turn around, turn around, let's go!"

Fortunately, the driver of the car was a real man and was not scared by his dead comrades. He only let out a despairing howl and quickly turned the car around, stepping on the throttle to the ground and driving away.

In other words, the brutal gunfight had ended with a one-sided slaughter.

At most, 30 seconds had passed. Fannie didn't even have a clear look at the enemies before her 11 underlings died at the Yellow Springs. This was all thanks to her quick reaction. If she had escaped a little later, they would have been completely annihilated today.

When White Board and the others were killing, they would never measure the number of people killed for their own safety. They were used to taking care of all the dangers before putting away their bloody fangs.

As Fannie fled, the danger was averted.

Silence reigned at the scene. At least within a three hundred meter radius, no one spoke. No cars were seen starting up.

Whiteboard gestured to Barbara, who was sitting in the northwest corner, before he put away his sniper rifle and quickly squatted down to disassemble it. In less than half a minute, the terrifying sniper weapon was disassembled and put into a small suitcase.

Then, Whiteboard took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and put them on his face, carrying a briefcase with him as he slowly walked down the stairs.

Old Barker stared at the second floor of the shop behind him and maintained a 45 degree angle of gaze. He did not move for what seemed like a century before he was awoken by a woman screaming not too far away.

Only then did he realize that the girl with the silk flowers in her hair had disappeared, just like she had never appeared in the window before.

Cold sweat flowed down from Old Barker's forehead. After seeing the assassin's true face, he made a cross over himself emotionally, then ran back home as fast as he could. He shouted for the Arab servants, drove his ten million dollar luxury car, and left Las Vega overnight.

Since then, the Nightless City of the world lost a rich man. In some remote town, there was a benevolent philanthropist who helped many who needed help. He was affectionately called Uncle Buck.

Inside the private club on the whiteboard.

"Damn, I knew you would come back. How can you leave like this before saying goodbye to your brothers?"

When the Great Orangutan smashed a fist on Gao Fei's shoulder, Monkey also kicked Gao Fei on his butt to vent his anger, repeatedly scolding him how he could be as inhumane as the old man.

Seeing that they had helped him before, the magnanimous Mr. Gao ignored their rude behavior, pointed at Mrs. Vigny and said, "Come, let me introduce you to everyone. This is Madam, may I ask who you are?"

"I saw you in Miss Nier's photo, so I know you, Mr. Gao Fei."

After witnessing a massacre with her own eyes, Mrs. Vigny was so frightened that her mind almost stopped. Only when Barbara held her hand and gave her comfort did she stammer out that she was Little Caesar's nanny in America, who was hired by Old George.

Although she hadn't known Little Caesar for long, Mrs. Vigny, who had no children and had lost her husband, already treated her child as her own relative. She didn't want her child to be hurt, and she also didn't want her child to become a fatherless orphan.

In the process of Mrs. Vigny's narration, the white board couple, the big Orangutan and the monkey all looked at Gao Fei as if they were looking at a monster. At the same time, their eyes were filled with anger: Everyone knows about this brat and Nier's troubles, but they didn't know that they already had a son!

It was really a shame that everyone treated him as a brother. Why was he hiding things from everyone after having a son?

How preposterous!

Facing the angry gazes of Bai Pai and the others, Mr. Gao could only raise his hands and surrender. He swore that he only found out that he had a son yesterday, so he could only repeat what happened when he ran into Mrs. Defula, met his son on the street, and killed two assassins in the hospital.

Seeing that this guy's attitude was quite sincere, the newly married Whiteboard was the first to forgive him.

However, at the same time, they were also puzzled as to why Old George was so heartless as to want to kill Gao Fei's son for the sake of the family.

Seeing that the atmosphere had calmed down, Mrs. Vigny forgot that she had yet to say the most important thing, "Oh, Mr. Gao, you … you know that the child you saved on the street was actually Little Caesar?"

Gao Fei, who just asked for a cigarette from Bai Jie, froze when he heard this. He dropped the cigarette and grabbed onto Mrs. Vigny's shoulder as if they didn't see it. "What, what, Mrs. Vigny, what did you say!?"

Mrs. Vigny was getting pained from Gao Fei's grabbing, but she didn't dare to resist because she could tell that this guy was being provoked by this news. She quickly said loudly, "The real Little Caesar has already been sent away by Miss Nier. Mr. Gao, can you let go of me first?"

Gao Fei never suspected that his son, Little Caesar, was the only child Moxie Zhengdong brought with her, because it was exactly the same as the child in the photo.

The child's appearance had already been firmly etched into his mind.

But now, this Mrs. Vigny that had revealed information to him said that the child he saved wasn't his own son at all!

No matter how crazy Gao Fei was, he couldn't seem to accept this reality. As he held Mrs. Vigny's hand, his strength increased a lot.

The Great Orangutan, who saw that something was wrong, quickly pushed Gao Fei's hand away: "Gao Fei, calm down. Let's listen to this lady first."

Gao Fei looked at Mrs. Vigny in a daze. He still subconsciously went to grab her, but was hugged by the Orangutan. He could only struggle and ask: "What did you say? What did you say?"1

Mrs. Vigny could understand Gao Fei's mood, so she didn't explain any further. She took out two photos and handed them to him: "Look, this is Miss Nier's son, Caesar."

In the photo, Nier was sitting on the sofa with a child on her knees and her arms wrapped around her. Nier was sitting on the sofa with a child on her knees and her arms wrapped around her.

Gao Fei recognized this old man, Nier's grandfather Old George.

Gao Fei slowly regained his cool and took the picture while the Orangutan was swatting his back.

Mrs. Vigny pointed at the child in the photo and whispered, "Did you see that, he is the real Little Caesar."

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