Chapter 420 Target, Hong Dali

"Oh? This is really good news..." Lucifer, who looked about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, did not turn his head, and concentrated on playing the game. Let him finish the game.

This waited for about twenty minutes.

Finally, Lucifer won the victory, turned off the game contentedly, and then slowly turned around.

It was a face that people could never forget just by looking at it once.

The forehead is broad and full, the bridge of the nose is straight and upright, the eyes are slender, and the gaze is soaring, like lightning flashes. What is particularly impressive is a long and narrow birthmark on his right cheek that looks like a black wing, coupled with his cynical smile , with charming golden hair, the whole person is full of a kind of enchanting charm.

"I remember, when you came to notify me last time, you said that you wanted me to do something for you." Lucifer crossed his legs and smiled, "I think I should know what it is now Bar?"

"Yes, Mr. Lucifer," the guard Snow said respectfully, "please follow me."

"Oh, I understand. It seems that today is a really good day. Maybe I should celebrate after I go out." Lucifer laughed and stood up. His figure is a bit taller than ordinary people, about 1.85 meters, especially his shoulders are much wider than ordinary people, and he doesn't have the thin feeling of an otaku who stays here all day.

"Mr. Lucifer is free, so of course we have to celebrate it." Snow flattered him, "I don't know if Mr. Lucifer has any good suggestions, and you can give me some advice?"

"Don't bet on football recently." Lucifer said lightly, "You know I always hate that stuff."

"Okay...Okay!"

After bringing Lucifer to Horace's office. The guard directly took out his mobile phone and dialed out without saying a word: "Hey, Harris, listen, Lucifer clearly said not to gamble, he hates that stuff! Don't gamble on any kind of ball recently, did you hear that! "

"God!" The caller exclaimed, "Today is the Chivas Regal team vs the Moscow team, and I'm just about to bet 50,000 yuan! Brother Chivas Regal, who is sure to win, just give up?"

"Nonsense, don't you listen to what Lucifer said!" The guard said anxiously: "Did you forget the last time? If you bet, you will definitely lose your pants!"

"Okay...Okay!"

...

"what.

Mr. Lucifer. Hello. When Horace saw Lucifer Vincent Iverson entered the room, he immediately stepped forward to hug him and said with a smile, "I'm really sorry for wronging Mr. Lucifer for staying there for a while. "

"It's easy to say." After the hug. Lucifer found a seat by himself very familiarly. He took the drink, opened it and took a sip. He said with a smile, "I'm quite satisfied with the annual salary of 5 million, and the best computer and network for me to play games."

"Yes yes yes." Facing Lucifer, Horace could only be careful, and said, "Please come out today, Mr. Lucifer, our goal is to be alone." He said and took out a photo of Hong Dali Come on, pointing to the photo and saying: "This is the man. His name is Hong Dali, a very talented young man who has recently risen from heaven. A prodigal son who has mastered quite advanced technology. In order to avoid his possible threat to our United States in the future , Therefore, we need Mr. Lucifer to act, and we will give you his specific information later," Horace said here, and said in a deep voice: "Kill him!"

Lucifer took the photo strangely, looked at Hong Dali who was smiling brightly and happily, and murmured: "This person looks pretty good, well, then it depends on my mood. Well, your It means I'm going to heaven, right?"

"Yes," Horace nodded and said, "All the formalities have been completed for you. You can take a rest today and leave tomorrow afternoon."

"Yes." Lucifer shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile, "Heaven, a mysterious kingdom, I like this."

...

American Football League.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today's matchup is Chivas vs Moscow!" On the field, the commentator was shouting: "Great God, Chivas is the most powerful team in the United States, What kind of blow will the Moscow team encounter? Three to one? Four to one? Or even five to one?"

"Brother, what do you think will happen this time?" Harris asked Snow beside him in a low voice, "No matter how upset this game is, it will be nothing more than a win or a draw for the Moscow team, right?"

"I don't know, but you just need to know that in this game, let's not bet a dime." Snow touched his chin: "What Lucifer said is definitely not wrong. Look Well, I'm also curious now, what will happen."

"Ladies and gentlemen, the game is about to begin," the commentator shouted: "Let's enjoy this wonderful game to the fullest! Of course, maybe this game also needs to watch the performance of Chivas Regal."

Harris took out a cigarette, put one in his mouth, and threw another one at Snow.

After the two lit their cigarettes, they puffed out the clouds for a while.

The game started soon, and the Chivas Regal team really deserved to be a strong team that the commentator was optimistic about. The whole first half was almost in front of the goal of the Moscow team, taking turns to attack wildly. The Moscow team was completely struggling and had no room to fight back. .

Harris looked at such a scene and coughed violently from the smoke. With such a violent offensive, today's football will really be upset? This is unlikely, right?

"This... this..." Harris' eyes almost popped out: "Is this really okay?!"

"Should...it should be..." Snow was also dumbfounded: "Why is this Chivas Regal team so scary today?! They didn't do this before. Could it be that Lucifer is not sure this time?"

Soon, at the end of the first half, although the score was still 0-0, everyone could see that the Moscow team had only relied on their last breath to support themselves. The army was defeated like a mountain.

At the beginning of the second half, the Chivas Regal team was still bombarding wildly, the commentator spat all over the floor, the Moscow team seemed to have no defensive strength, and the audience shouted hoarsely, and their voices overwhelmingly supported the Chivas Regal team.

"This... there shouldn't be any accidents, right?" Harris asked strangely.

"Should...it should be?" At this moment, even Snow became a little uncertain.

Then, as if confirming the words of the two, an accident finally appeared...

"The great Chivas Regal did not let anyone down..." Just as the commentator said this, his neck suddenly seemed to be strangled, and he stopped abruptly. After a short silence, there was a scream that broke through the sky: "My God--!!!!"

It wasn't that the Chicago team scored a goal. Just as the audience was wondering what was going on, suddenly gunshots rang out!

"Chug chug——!!!"

Still the sound of a machine gun!

At this moment, the speaker's microphone was snatched away, and a gloomy and terrifying voice sounded: "Ah, dear audience friends, hello, my name is a clown, of course, I am not a clown performing acrobatics, I did it The job is very simple—killing is my profession, robbery is my hobby, everyone had better not move, otherwise, if something happens, I will not be responsible, hahahaha!"

"This... this..." Snow and Harris were dumbfounded: "This is also okay?!"

The entire stadium was silent at first, and then there was a shocking scream: "Ah——!!!!"

The clown's subordinates raised their machine guns and fired another round, and the whole scene finally fell silent.

"Well, I am very sorry for frightening everyone," the clown snapped his fingers with a smile: "Then, I announce that the game will stop, and everyone should hand over all the money. If you cooperate well, I will I will consider killing fewer people..."

...

The U.S. News reported that afternoon: “At the match between Chivas Regal and Moscow, the match was terminated unexpectedly due to the participation of the cadre of the terrorist organization ‘Joker’. It is reported that all the cash of the match was robbed except for the audience’s cash. In addition, the gambling money is completely chaotic, and the police are currently investigating..."

...

In Tianhai, the capital of magic, in the secret house of Baishi and Ma.

"Young Master Qian, how much popularity is left on the Lingjian side?" Bai Shi and Ma lay on the bed, their eyes glazed over. He has always claimed to be unstoppable. But this time, he was really hurt, and he was hurt thoroughly.

In the previous station, it can be said that he made a small mistake and underestimated the hatred of the people of Heaven against the Japanese.

And this time in the online game battle, Baishi and Ma can be said to have made no mistakes. He did everything perfectly, but despite this, all the previous efforts were in vain after a few days, and the total amount of nearly 500 million yuan evaporated. Completely evaporated, the game of Spirit Sword will not earn a dime back in the future.

"Mr. Shi, the current popularity of Lingjian is only..." Qian Youjin's voice was helpless and disappointed: "There are only about 50,000 left... Many servers don't even have a single person. One hundred and eighty servers Ah, it's so empty..."

"Hehe, this time, we lost completely..." Baishi and Ma waved their hands lightly: "You go out first, I'll lie down for a while and think about it..."

"Okay, Mr. Shi," Qian Youjin whispered, "You should have a good rest first, and don't think too much."

After Qian Youjin left, Baishi and Ma looked at the ceiling blankly, and murmured: "Hong Dali...Hong Dali...you are indeed a terrible person, your luck against heaven has given you It's a pity that you are not from our country, since we can't get it, then we can only - completely destroy you!"

Thinking of this, he took out his mobile phone, installed an encrypted signal device, and then dialed an extremely complicated number... (to be continued...) ()