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    The moon is on the branches, and the insects are constantly singing!

    "Damn it!" Riding Aya and taking his mother and Caroline to the party on the top floor of the Imperial Hotel, Ibrahimovic slipped out alone.  As soon as he stepped out of the back door of the Imperial Hotel, he could no longer pretend.  "Forcing me to almost die on the highway, you dare to shoot me with missiles! If I don't avenge this revenge, I might as well die!"

    Cursing, Ibrahimovic looked around, but he didn't see anyone who helped him avenge him.

    He glanced at his watch, it's past the agreed time!

    buzz buzz

    The phone rang, and Ibrahimovic took out the phone with the card issued by the white kitten.

    When the police checked the R10 sports car, they found his mobile phone and the issuing card. Of course, the issuing card belonged to him.

    "I'm in Bauhinia Manor, and it's very chaotic here."

    After finishing speaking, Smoker hung up the phone.

    Ibrahimovic went around to the main entrance, and took a nostalgic glance at Aya's another car, a fiery red modified Hummer H5, good to see the glowing muscle car!

    Unwillingly, he lowered his head and got into the taxi, and said to the driver in front, "Bauhinia Manor."

    His driver's license was honorably revoked for scaring three women with his outrageous driving skills.  This is not over yet, the three women are worried that he will not be obedient and secretly drive without a license. In order to reassure them, Adolf is very decisive and straightforward, in front of the three women and him, he uploads his photo to the Imperial Transportation System  , Gloriously on the imperial traffic blacklist.

    As long as he dares to drive on the road in a monitored place, the traffic police will come to him immediately.

    It was impossible to imprison him, so Adolf directly noted the fine in the system notes.

    If you are detained for driving without a license, the bail you have to pay is not a small amount, ranging from tens of thousands to millions.

    How much is the fine, Ibrahimovic really doesn't want to try.

    Because Adolf knows how much money he has!  He will definitely be punished to cry!

    When Ibrahimovic arrived at the Bauhinia Manor with a displeased face, the area within a radius of ten miles was under the control of the army.

    There are three armed helicopters overhead, countless green trucks on the ground, and a large group of soldiers with live ammunition, blocking all intersections. In addition, several green trucks are obviously taller than other trucks, and the surface-to-air missiles loaded on them are pointing obliquely at the dark green sky  , in the state of launching at any time.

    After Ibrahimovic got out of the car, the taxi driver saw the situation in front of him and did not leave. Instead, he got out of the car with a curious expression on his face, sat on the front of the car, and looked lively while smoking.

    "No one is taking this, so I definitely can't get in." Ibrahimovic thought to himself as he stood outside the warning line at the intersection.

    He was reaching out to take out his cell phone when a middle-aged man in a black combat uniform came in front of him.  "Ibrahimovic?"

    He nodded.

    "Follow me, don't run around, understand?"

    He nodded again.

    Just like that, the fighter in black led Ibrahimovic into the cordon and walked towards the Bauhinia Manor.

    After walking a few steps, the combatant in black suddenly looked back at him, hesitant to speak.  After repeating this more than ten times, Ibrahimovic stood still and said dissatisfiedly: "Uncle, I'm very honest, let's go quickly!"

    "Hehe, how can you be honest when you raced to more than 400 yards in the car. Seeing that you are young and good-looking, why are you so overwhelmed?"

    "Being chased by this thing, can I drive faster?" Ibrahimovic pointed to the helicopter gunship on his finger.

    The man rolled his big eyes.  "Craig handed over his daughter to you, asking you to take him to the First Hospital to find Gerald. Fortunately, you don't know the way, so you take his daughter to Tim directly. He threatened to see you  I must beat you up."

    "My father-in-law is fine!"

    "ha?"

    "Craig!"

    "Haha!" The man laughed loudly, tears streaming down his face.  "You little bastard, your hair hasn't even opened up yet, you just want to pick up on someone else's only daughter, little guy, it's not like you eat soft rice."

    "Uncle, you know a lot!" Ibrahimovic smiled slightly, completely ignoring his ridicule.

    The uncle didn't want to keep his mouth shut at all.  "Little bastard, do you know which unit my clothes belong to?"

    "Why don't you just wear a black combat uniform! I don't believe you belong to Team M!" Ibrahimovic said angrily.

    "Those bastards are nothing!" said the uncle with a look of contempt.

    "Uncle, I'm recording." Ibrahimovic shook the phone in his hand and said.

    "Little bastard, you are quite alert." The uncle scolded with a smile.

    &nbThe clan refers specifically to the earl.

    The Queen has been in power for sixty-one years, from being radical at the beginning to being moderate now.  From the original twenty-seven hereditary earls, there are now only twelve.  No one knows how much blood was shed, probably even Her Lady Queen can't remember clearly.

    It is impossible for the current 12th Earl not to report to the regiment if he wants to live a good life, but he has not shown it.  Or in the current situation, they don't care whether the queen finds out or not.

    It is the consensus of the upper echelons of the empire that the Bauhinia family cannot fall.  Now that the queen is involved, it is impossible for the other earls to stand by.

    Want to understand this, and then think of the super tornado in the stock market today, a vague chain of interests gradually emerges in my mind.

    "Is this the queen's idea?" Ibrahimovic asked carefully.

    The uncle lit a cigarette for himself, took out another one for Smoker, then glanced at Ibrahimovic, and decisively put the cigarette back in his pocket.  "Huh how could she do such a thing, she must know nothing"

    Smoker lit the cigarette but didn't smoke it, just looked at the flickering sparks, and said flatly: "There was no warning beforehand, and the two of them directly started a long-planned battle.  The Bauhinia Manor has a history of over 1000 years. It is very dangerous inside, even if the two of us participate, we cannot control the balance of victory. Do you still want to go in?"

    "So many masters?!" Ibrahimovic gasped.

    "So I suggest you wait outside." Seeing Ibrahimovic's hesitation, Smoker continued: "Although you gave his daughter a slight concussion, you still saved her. Of course he didn't say that, he  Just let me tell you that next week at Linda's birthday party, he wants to meet you alone."

    "My father-in-law wants to see me! Then I won't go in!" Ibrahimovic said loudly, attracting the attention of several soldiers.

    The uncle laughed and cursed Ibrahimovic a few words.

    Smoker smiled, then lowered his head to think for a moment, and said seriously: "He is just such a daughter, you can test his bottom line in another way, so frivolous, it will only make him think that you are insulting his daughter  .¡±

    Ibrahimovic nodded, a light flashed in his eyes.  "Do you know him well?"

    "Don't make up your mind from me." After a pause, Smoker took a puff of cigarette, and said in a low voice: "Anyway, in my opinion, he is a person with clear grievances, Kahn is Kahn, you are you  .¡±

    Having these words was enough, Ibrahimovic was in a good mood, took out from his arms a box of cigars that Ling had given him, opened it and handed it to Smoker.

    "What kind of smell is this? It's not a Cuban cigar. Why does it smell so good." The uncle rubbed his hands with golden eyes.

    "Experimental product, weird smoke." As he spoke, a silver gun appeared in his hand, and the cigar rubbed against the silver barrel and was lit. He took a deep breath, with an expression of indescribable enjoyment.

    The uncle took out one from the cigarette case without asking any questions. There was a wave in his hand, and a gun with a strange shape appeared.  The mouth is exhaling a faint red mist.

    This foul-mouthed uncle is not easy!  There is a magic gun!

    Then contact him with his identity as the Eastern Army, and his name will be easy to guess.

    ? Captain of the Eastern Army Special Forces Black Prison Lagusdu
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