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"Let me go! I promise, I will never come to Europe again..."

Ronan said softly, "You stabbed me."

So, he stabbed back!

Harvest soul fragments, soul fragments +6!

Ronan left the security room.

Jens Helten was still waiting outside: "It's over."

Ronan said: "You can take people away." He saw Solomon Ryan: "I want to know where Andres Pique is, maybe working in the public sector."

Solomon Ryan has just received 300 million euros, and he is in a particularly good mood, and there are names and departments, so it is easy to check: "I will give you the answer before dawn."

After the Syndicate's people packed up, they separated and evacuated from the nursing home.

Ronan put away his things, then left, took the mobile phone he picked up, and called Katharina as agreed, and she told Oro Ibia that the matter was over.

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The 32-year-old Andres Pique has been working in the Madrid Public Works Department for more than 8 years and is a very capable supervisor.

Because of special work, I have been single all the time.

At six o'clock in the morning, Pique got up and checked his phone, but there was no new news.

Yesterday, the group of mercenaries from the United States asked for information from Hunting Palace, and they may take action, but there has been no movement until now, will there be an accident?

Peake hurriedly washed up, ate some breakfast casually, and went out to prepare for contacts.

He picked up his purse, left the apartment, and frowned slightly when he saw the slightly dilapidated house.

This time, the mercenaries who killed the terrorist named Ronan will be paid 500 million dollars.

For providing such a large logistical and intelligence support, he deserves a share.

Being able to kill that Ronan also has his share of credit!

Peake went downstairs, walked to the nearby Harvest Goddess Square, bought a newspaper, sat down on a bench, and waited patiently.

Due to the lifestyle of the Spaniards who go to bed late and wake up late, there are very few people in this time square.

Pick put down the newspaper from time to time and looked around.

Not far away, a middle-aged tourist was taking pictures of the statue of the goddess Cibeles with a camera in his hand.

You can tell he is a Real Madrid fan just by the white scarf around his neck.

The man looked towards him, then came over with a smile, and pointed to the statue of the goddess behind him: "Excuse me, excuse me, can you take a photo with the statue as the background for me?"

While speaking, the person has come closer.

Pique didn't feel anything at first. After all, this is a common thing in the square, but he quickly came to him and realized that something was wrong.

Before Pique could react, the middle-aged tourist held his shoulder with one hand, and strangled his neck with the other and twisted it hard.

Pique's last memory is hearing a crisp click, and then falling into boundless darkness.

The middle-aged tourist slapped people with his left hand, left the Harvest Goddess Square, turned around in the streets and alleys, entered the increasingly crowded market, and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Pique sat on the bench blankly, like a tired man falling asleep.

It was not until more than half an hour later that someone discovered that something was wrong and called the police.

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Street cafe, Ronan, who looks like an ordinary Spaniard, is sitting in front of a street cafe, drinking coffee and eating breakfast, and reading today's "Aspen".

The entire front page of the newspaper published only one piece of news: French high-end cosmetics brand Ouya is suspected of using corpse oil and girls' body fragrance as raw materials to make cosmetics and perfumes!

The report is well-founded, and there are pictures as evidence, exposing a criminal industrial chain from Billena Island in South America, to the Albanian gang in Paris, to Obia and Granny Xiang!

Everything can only be described as shocking!

Many customers of the coffee shop are discussing this matter. Even though the information is relatively advanced nowadays, many people can't use other words to describe this kind of thing except shock.

Ronan put down the newspaper and took a sip of his bitter coffee.

In any case, it is a good thing to have media reports.

As long as there is a big media in the newspapers, other countries will not be far behind.

It seems that the British have always been at odds with the French.

The gossip and madness of the British media, in the original world, he was far away in southern Xinjiang, and he had heard of it.

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On this day, almost all the British media frantically attacked the neighboring country separated by a strait like a carnival.

Fleet Street seemed to smell a bloody shark, and immediately dispatched capable reporters to France and South Africa. BC and Sky TV started a special news program in the morning, using the advantages of TV media to broadcast a large number of pictures and video evidence , Let the French be indisputable!

The British, caught up in their daily orgy of insulting the law, laughed at which side of the flag the French were going to cut off this time.

In London, an old tailor shop that looks very ordinary.

Anna was doing some chores. Galahad, who came to see her, received a call and quickly turned on the TV and switched to the BBC news channel.

Hearing Billena Island, Anna turned her head to watch the TV screen.

After playing the photos and videos, she let go of her hand unknowingly, and the measuring tape fell to the ground.

In a trance, tears fell.

Because she almost became one of the victims.

If it wasn't for that person running thousands of miles to save her, she might have become someone else's cosmetics or perfume.

Galahad comforted: "It's all over, just treat it as a dream."

Anna said, "Uncle Harry, when I close my eyes, those are the ones who were murdered. I will never forget them, and I will never forget them in my life."

Galahad put it another way: "Downing Street is making preparations to put pressure on the French government. After all, we can get some justice."

Anna was silent, these nightmares would haunt her for the rest of her life.

Pain, remorse, gratitude, sadness, all kinds of complex emotions enveloped her all the time.

Anna no longer had the dimples from the sweet smile on her face.

After a long silence, she made up her mind: "Uncle Harry, I want to ask you a question."

Galahad nodded slightly.

Anna said: "How can I become someone like Ilsa?"

Galahad was a little surprised.

Anna said again: "I don't want to go back to Billena Island, I want to do something to help people in need."

"This road is difficult, it's not as simple as you think." Galahad thought that Anna was too young: "This world is not black and white."

Anna resolutely said: "I can go on!"

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Four Seasons Hotel Suites, Madrid.

Ilsa watched the news reports on TV, with a stern face, she smiled softly.

Several large news stations were replaced in succession, all reporting on France Ouya.

No one knows better than Ilsa where the media evidence comes from.

Back from Billena Island, Ilsa tried and wanted to reveal everything.

Because of national interests, he finally chose to remain silent and hand it over to Downing Street.

The regret, dissatisfaction and anger in it can only be suppressed in my heart.

Leaving Kingsman Manor that night, and then making a big fuss with MI[-], although it was acting, it was also venting dissatisfaction.

Ronan did what she wanted to do but couldn't.

Ilsa agrees with Arthur's words, national interests come first!

There was a knock on the door, Ilsa turned off the TV, went to the door to take a look, and saw a familiar face.

Opening the door, the two looked at each other, and both found the flame in each other's eyes.

Ronan stepped into the door and closed the door behind his back.

Ilsa took off his coat, went to unbutton his belt, jumped up, her slender legs tightly clamped Ronan's waist.

Once, I was familiar with the way.

Type 72 is useful again.

This time, there is also a quick recovery bonus!

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1 second to remember the public:.

Chapter 75 The Baroness (for further reading)

Walking on the edge of darkness, always facing the test of life and death, seeing the injustice and filth in the world, the pressure that people bear is unimaginable.

Draw the thick curtains and turn on the lights brightly, no matter day or night.

Ilsa was crazily lingering with Ronan, tired and sleepy, went to sleep, woke up, took a shower and continued until she exhausted all her energy.

When the curtains were opened again, it was pitch black outside. The hotel provides 24-hour service, and Ronan ordered meals to be delivered from the hotel.

The rapid recovery ability keeps him vigorous in combat, but he also needs to replenish energy.

Eating the crystal clear ham, Ilsa's delicate face gradually regained her usual sternness: "You know a lot."

Ronan was eating steak, and his speech was always concise: "Men, you can learn without a teacher."

Occupation affects a person's character, the two of them didn't talk much, and ate in silence.

After eating, Ilsa said solemnly to Ronan: "I haven't said thank you yet."

Ronan doesn't know why, is it Type 72?

Ilsa said: "The media exposed Ouya, you did what I wanted to do but couldn't do."

For the benefit of the British Kingdom, she chose silence.

Ronan said softly, "So many people died."

"Yes, so many people died." Ilsa saw the oil refining in the oven with her own eyes and collected a lot of evidence: "People must know why they died."

Ronan can only do that.

Ilsa asked: "The mercenaries who chased you are all dead, what are your plans?"

The black man revealed Church's whereabouts to Ronan, but Bucharest is the capital of Romania, and it is difficult to find someone from it. He asked, "Is there any information about Bucharest or Romania's CIA?"

Ilsa understood as soon as she heard it: "You want to deal with the CIA?"

Ronan simply said: "The person who presided over the pursuit of me went to Bucharest."

Ilsa stood up, walked to the window, habitually checked her pocket with her left hand, but she was wearing a bathrobe: "An individual cannot fight against a violent state agency. The CIA is a powerful institution in the world's most powerful country."

Ronan admitted it: "Yes."

Ilsa persuaded: "You have the ability to change your appearance, find a place to change your appearance, and live a stable life."

Ronan knew that she had good intentions: "I need time, and the CIA won't give me time. Only by killing the person in the CIA who wants to kill me the most can I buy time."

Ilsa turned to look at him.

Ronan can tell the difference between good intentions and malicious intentions, so he said a few more words: "Just changing the appearance can't solve the problem. It is not difficult for the CIA to analyze a person's identity through body shape, speech, walking posture, etc. They chased them all the way from France. Spain."

He thought about it: "I need time to design, adjust, train and get used to the new way of talking and walking."

If you pretend to be the same as the existing people, you can't be 100% similar, or even 90.00% similar.

The last time I sneaked into the French manor, I also took advantage of the dark night and the car glass to block it, and I kept my mouth shut if I could.

There is always something special about a person's speech, body shape, the way he walks, etc.