Chapter 559
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
Have you seen The Fast and the Furious?
Yes, that's the family man, the one who released nitrogen to speed up when he disagreed with each other.
Now in London, there is such a guy, although he did not release nitrogen, his speed has already exploded two speedometers.
Canary Wharf car god, so terrifying...
Watson sat in the car with a serious expression on his face.
He held the seat belt tightly with both hands, and said to his wife who was driving, after careful consideration, "Actually, we can slow down a bit."
"To shut up!"
Mrs. Wick kicked the accelerator, and the strong push back made Watson shut up.
Leave a rear light for the GTR you're up against.
Watson somewhat regretted why he secretly changed the car behind his wife's back. The speed of the car was obviously beyond his control.
Mrs. Wick's eyes darkened, allowing her to catch the golden beetle better.
The two owls in the back seat of the car squinted their eyes, and the white one looked at Watson with a very contemptuous look, as if laughing at him.
Since knowing her son was trapped, Mrs. Wick has become an outlaw.
The car was so fast that it even alarmed more than a dozen police cars to chase after him.
Watson, who was terrified, received a phone call.
"Yes, yes, Mr. Mycroft, it's me, Watson."
"There is a reason for this. I know that it is not a hunt or a bomb. The hotel will proceed as scheduled."
"Can you remove those policemen first?"
"Well, I'm mainly afraid that they will have a car accident..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Watson saw Mrs. Wake, pulling the handbrake, turning the steering wheel, and drifting around the corner in a drain way.
The police car behind him was too fast in a corner, and it crashed five times in a row, blocking the entire road.
A suspicious voice came from the other end of the phone.
"What is that sound, Watson?"
"Uh...no." Not long after Watson finished speaking, there was an explosion.
He swallowed hard, turned his head back, and repeated as if nothing happened: "Nothing happened."
The man on the other end looked at the phone suspiciously. He had clearly heard an explosion just now.
The golden beetle flies very fast, except for Mrs. Wick, the witcher, no one can keep an eye on the golden beetle without missing a second.
Rushing across Tower Bridge, they arrive at the Tower of London.
The golden beetle headed for the Tower of London, no need for racing.
The smoking car was abandoned and abandoned, and the husband and wife quickly chased after it.
The golden beetle had stopped, and in the sky, two owls, one black and one white, hovered over the famous White Tower in London.
They broke in and searched all the way. In St. John's Chapel, they saw a broken hole above.
The sun shines through the hole, and the golden beetle stands out of nowhere.
No, not right.
Look carefully, under the brown prayer platform, a looming sword shape emerges under the sunlight.
"Is this John's sword?"
The golden beetle crawled on the hilt of the sword, and the red gem was full of magic.
Watson and Mrs. Wick looked at each other.
Go forward.
The couple stopped before the sword of Silver Wick, and Watson took a deep breath.
He slowly stretched out his hand, and when he was about to grasp the hilt of the sword, his palm passed through.
"What's going on here?" Watson didn't know why, so he tried a few more times.
This sword is clearly here, but it cannot be touched.
Mrs. Wick also reached out to touch, but couldn't touch it.
"magic."
A flash of light flashed in Watson's mind, and he remembered what his son had said.
He muttered to himself, "This sword was forged with my blood, and only my closest relatives can find it."
Looking at the beetle on the creeping sword hilt, the thought in Watson's mind became clearer.
Just then, a gunshot interrupted his thoughts.
"Haha, Watson Wake, you sometimes make mistakes."
Dozens of menacing men armed with weapons, led by a dark-skinned man.
He wears a large gold chain, a gold ring with a ruby on his left hand, and a revolver in his right.
"It's you?" John frowned. "The Nigerians have been exiled."
"Fake!" The leader, Dahei, was furious, "Only those fools will let you manipulate, Nigerian lions are not afraid!"
This place was originally the site of the Nigerian gang, and it was this group of people who troubled the hotel last time.
Watson, who has united with the government and the entire underground, exiled him, but he did not expect this group of people to be very tenacious.
It's a bad situation right now, they're in Nigerian gang territory and they're alone.
Mrs. Wick turned around silently. She kicked off the high heels that were in the way, flipped her fingers, and there appeared two tea spoons brought in a hurry.
Putting on a fighting posture, Mrs. Wick said coldly: "I will kill anyone who prevents me from saving my son."
"Spoon?" Dahei laughed when he saw what was in her hand.
Provocative, Dahei said, "You want to make me a cup of coffee with a spoon?"
The laughing Dahei didn't pay attention to Mrs. Wick at all, and without warning, he raised his pistol and pulled the trigger.
The bullet was so fast that it was invisible to the naked eye, rushing towards Mrs. Wick.
The long black hair was dragged, and a hole was punched by the bullet.
Mrs. Wick lowered her body in an instant, making it easier for her to sprint.
The tea spoon in his hand turned into a golden light that passed through the mind of another subordinate who was about to raise his gun.
She appeared in the crowd like a ghost.
Fist, finger, palm, elbow, knee, leg, shoulder...
Anything that can be driven is a deadly weapon.
No matter how vicious a lion is, it should bow its head before the demon hunter.
What's more, he is a witcher looking for a son.
The alpha wolf of the Jovonovich family.
Silver light flashed and gunshots poured out.
Mrs. Wick ran into the sheep and started killing.
Someone intended to sneak behind him, and Mrs. Wick's head spread out and straightened, slicing the man's neck like a steel wire.
Blood splattered, and bloody flowers bloomed on the white skin.
"What the hell is this?"
Dahei saw his younger brother being slaughtered by that woman with a teaspoon like a carrot.
Nigeria, where he lives, is located in Africa, where there are many people with various strange abilities. He even saw a man who was too old to walk and could make people jump off a building with just a stick.
But this humanoid killing machine simply subverts imagination.
Before today, he never knew that hair can kill people.
"Come on, keep coming, shoot her!" Dahei shouted in panic.
The younger brother who came in behind directly held the gun in his hand, and the bullets were vented.
Even a demon hunter should avoid such dense weapons.
Mrs. Wick was running fast, hiding behind the wall.
The walls were hit and stones flew.
Watson was very anxious.
His people didn't arrive so soon, and Dahei had already set his sights on Watson.
With a grinning smile and a hand ax in his younger brother's hand, he walked towards Watson step by step.
"Watson Wick, President of the London Underground?"
"You trash has a beautiful woman." The ax in Dahei's hand reflected the gloomy side face, licking his lips and making a lewd smile, "My subordinates are all good at work."
"Wait until I cut off your limbs, and then let you watch."
After all, Dahei struck down with an axe.
Watson didn't dodge or dodge, and suddenly burst into Dahei's arms.
The two wrestled together, and Watson punched Dahei on the back molar.
The big black hand ax sliced through Watson's arm.
But Watson held Dahei's arms with both hands, and bit Dahei's throat with the most primitive weapon bestowed by God.
The smell of blood rushed into the nostrils, Watson's eyes were red, his teeth pierced the big black skin, and touched the throat.
Under the tearing, he directly bit off a piece of black meat from Dahei's neck.
Blood splattered, and Watson spat out the meat in his mouth, his eyes fixed on the dying Dahei.
He held out his hands and stretched his fingers towards the big black eyes.
Miserably, only the scream of air leakage came.
Watson abruptly plucked the eyeballs out of his big black eyes and crushed them.
"It's okay to touch me, but you shouldn't touch my family, you can't see the way to heaven, and you will go to hell forever in this life."
He looked sideways, and the gunfire stopped.
A group of little blacks were terrified by his ferocious scene, especially the way he bit off his elder brother's neck in one bite, he was like a ghost from hell.
"Don't be afraid of him, kill him!"
The second in command roared angrily: "He is alone, kill him!"
Mrs. Wick was suppressed by fire, and Watson took the hand ax from Dahei.
Shaking stood up, the group of people raised their guns, and he raised his axe.
"The blood of the father, the sword of the son."
Hold the sharp ax blade with your left hand.
There was a stabbing sound, and blood flowed horizontally.
Everyone in the Nigerian gang thought he was crazy, and he was still hurting himself at this time.
But Watson moved his hand to the illusory sword under the sunlight.
Blood dripped from his hands.
Touched by the blood of kin, the sword of Silver Wick gradually appeared.
Watson let go of the hatchet.
He reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword, this time, he didn't go through it.
Watson growled and drew the sword.
The silver and luxurious sword body is inlaid with precious stones.
This is not a sword, it should be said that it is a work of art.
Watson held the sword in his left hand and pointed it at the Nigerian gang.
"Let me see what you are capable of," Watson said to himself.
"How did John say that..."
"I am a fire dragon."
Flame ignited on the sword, and the fire dragon roared in it, shaking the church.
The father holds the son's sword.
...
Yes, that's the family man, the one who released nitrogen to speed up when he disagreed with each other.
Now in London, there is such a guy, although he did not release nitrogen, his speed has already exploded two speedometers.
Canary Wharf car god, so terrifying...
Watson sat in the car with a serious expression on his face.
He held the seat belt tightly with both hands, and said to his wife who was driving, after careful consideration, "Actually, we can slow down a bit."
"To shut up!"
Mrs. Wick kicked the accelerator, and the strong push back made Watson shut up.
Leave a rear light for the GTR you're up against.
Watson somewhat regretted why he secretly changed the car behind his wife's back. The speed of the car was obviously beyond his control.
Mrs. Wick's eyes darkened, allowing her to catch the golden beetle better.
The two owls in the back seat of the car squinted their eyes, and the white one looked at Watson with a very contemptuous look, as if laughing at him.
Since knowing her son was trapped, Mrs. Wick has become an outlaw.
The car was so fast that it even alarmed more than a dozen police cars to chase after him.
Watson, who was terrified, received a phone call.
"Yes, yes, Mr. Mycroft, it's me, Watson."
"There is a reason for this. I know that it is not a hunt or a bomb. The hotel will proceed as scheduled."
"Can you remove those policemen first?"
"Well, I'm mainly afraid that they will have a car accident..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Watson saw Mrs. Wake, pulling the handbrake, turning the steering wheel, and drifting around the corner in a drain way.
The police car behind him was too fast in a corner, and it crashed five times in a row, blocking the entire road.
A suspicious voice came from the other end of the phone.
"What is that sound, Watson?"
"Uh...no." Not long after Watson finished speaking, there was an explosion.
He swallowed hard, turned his head back, and repeated as if nothing happened: "Nothing happened."
The man on the other end looked at the phone suspiciously. He had clearly heard an explosion just now.
The golden beetle flies very fast, except for Mrs. Wick, the witcher, no one can keep an eye on the golden beetle without missing a second.
Rushing across Tower Bridge, they arrive at the Tower of London.
The golden beetle headed for the Tower of London, no need for racing.
The smoking car was abandoned and abandoned, and the husband and wife quickly chased after it.
The golden beetle had stopped, and in the sky, two owls, one black and one white, hovered over the famous White Tower in London.
They broke in and searched all the way. In St. John's Chapel, they saw a broken hole above.
The sun shines through the hole, and the golden beetle stands out of nowhere.
No, not right.
Look carefully, under the brown prayer platform, a looming sword shape emerges under the sunlight.
"Is this John's sword?"
The golden beetle crawled on the hilt of the sword, and the red gem was full of magic.
Watson and Mrs. Wick looked at each other.
Go forward.
The couple stopped before the sword of Silver Wick, and Watson took a deep breath.
He slowly stretched out his hand, and when he was about to grasp the hilt of the sword, his palm passed through.
"What's going on here?" Watson didn't know why, so he tried a few more times.
This sword is clearly here, but it cannot be touched.
Mrs. Wick also reached out to touch, but couldn't touch it.
"magic."
A flash of light flashed in Watson's mind, and he remembered what his son had said.
He muttered to himself, "This sword was forged with my blood, and only my closest relatives can find it."
Looking at the beetle on the creeping sword hilt, the thought in Watson's mind became clearer.
Just then, a gunshot interrupted his thoughts.
"Haha, Watson Wake, you sometimes make mistakes."
Dozens of menacing men armed with weapons, led by a dark-skinned man.
He wears a large gold chain, a gold ring with a ruby on his left hand, and a revolver in his right.
"It's you?" John frowned. "The Nigerians have been exiled."
"Fake!" The leader, Dahei, was furious, "Only those fools will let you manipulate, Nigerian lions are not afraid!"
This place was originally the site of the Nigerian gang, and it was this group of people who troubled the hotel last time.
Watson, who has united with the government and the entire underground, exiled him, but he did not expect this group of people to be very tenacious.
It's a bad situation right now, they're in Nigerian gang territory and they're alone.
Mrs. Wick turned around silently. She kicked off the high heels that were in the way, flipped her fingers, and there appeared two tea spoons brought in a hurry.
Putting on a fighting posture, Mrs. Wick said coldly: "I will kill anyone who prevents me from saving my son."
"Spoon?" Dahei laughed when he saw what was in her hand.
Provocative, Dahei said, "You want to make me a cup of coffee with a spoon?"
The laughing Dahei didn't pay attention to Mrs. Wick at all, and without warning, he raised his pistol and pulled the trigger.
The bullet was so fast that it was invisible to the naked eye, rushing towards Mrs. Wick.
The long black hair was dragged, and a hole was punched by the bullet.
Mrs. Wick lowered her body in an instant, making it easier for her to sprint.
The tea spoon in his hand turned into a golden light that passed through the mind of another subordinate who was about to raise his gun.
She appeared in the crowd like a ghost.
Fist, finger, palm, elbow, knee, leg, shoulder...
Anything that can be driven is a deadly weapon.
No matter how vicious a lion is, it should bow its head before the demon hunter.
What's more, he is a witcher looking for a son.
The alpha wolf of the Jovonovich family.
Silver light flashed and gunshots poured out.
Mrs. Wick ran into the sheep and started killing.
Someone intended to sneak behind him, and Mrs. Wick's head spread out and straightened, slicing the man's neck like a steel wire.
Blood splattered, and bloody flowers bloomed on the white skin.
"What the hell is this?"
Dahei saw his younger brother being slaughtered by that woman with a teaspoon like a carrot.
Nigeria, where he lives, is located in Africa, where there are many people with various strange abilities. He even saw a man who was too old to walk and could make people jump off a building with just a stick.
But this humanoid killing machine simply subverts imagination.
Before today, he never knew that hair can kill people.
"Come on, keep coming, shoot her!" Dahei shouted in panic.
The younger brother who came in behind directly held the gun in his hand, and the bullets were vented.
Even a demon hunter should avoid such dense weapons.
Mrs. Wick was running fast, hiding behind the wall.
The walls were hit and stones flew.
Watson was very anxious.
His people didn't arrive so soon, and Dahei had already set his sights on Watson.
With a grinning smile and a hand ax in his younger brother's hand, he walked towards Watson step by step.
"Watson Wick, President of the London Underground?"
"You trash has a beautiful woman." The ax in Dahei's hand reflected the gloomy side face, licking his lips and making a lewd smile, "My subordinates are all good at work."
"Wait until I cut off your limbs, and then let you watch."
After all, Dahei struck down with an axe.
Watson didn't dodge or dodge, and suddenly burst into Dahei's arms.
The two wrestled together, and Watson punched Dahei on the back molar.
The big black hand ax sliced through Watson's arm.
But Watson held Dahei's arms with both hands, and bit Dahei's throat with the most primitive weapon bestowed by God.
The smell of blood rushed into the nostrils, Watson's eyes were red, his teeth pierced the big black skin, and touched the throat.
Under the tearing, he directly bit off a piece of black meat from Dahei's neck.
Blood splattered, and Watson spat out the meat in his mouth, his eyes fixed on the dying Dahei.
He held out his hands and stretched his fingers towards the big black eyes.
Miserably, only the scream of air leakage came.
Watson abruptly plucked the eyeballs out of his big black eyes and crushed them.
"It's okay to touch me, but you shouldn't touch my family, you can't see the way to heaven, and you will go to hell forever in this life."
He looked sideways, and the gunfire stopped.
A group of little blacks were terrified by his ferocious scene, especially the way he bit off his elder brother's neck in one bite, he was like a ghost from hell.
"Don't be afraid of him, kill him!"
The second in command roared angrily: "He is alone, kill him!"
Mrs. Wick was suppressed by fire, and Watson took the hand ax from Dahei.
Shaking stood up, the group of people raised their guns, and he raised his axe.
"The blood of the father, the sword of the son."
Hold the sharp ax blade with your left hand.
There was a stabbing sound, and blood flowed horizontally.
Everyone in the Nigerian gang thought he was crazy, and he was still hurting himself at this time.
But Watson moved his hand to the illusory sword under the sunlight.
Blood dripped from his hands.
Touched by the blood of kin, the sword of Silver Wick gradually appeared.
Watson let go of the hatchet.
He reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword, this time, he didn't go through it.
Watson growled and drew the sword.
The silver and luxurious sword body is inlaid with precious stones.
This is not a sword, it should be said that it is a work of art.
Watson held the sword in his left hand and pointed it at the Nigerian gang.
"Let me see what you are capable of," Watson said to himself.
"How did John say that..."
"I am a fire dragon."
Flame ignited on the sword, and the fire dragon roared in it, shaking the church.
The father holds the son's sword.
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