Sit in a row and eat fruit

This night was destined to be a difficult one for Horn.The sedation of the anesthetic was completely withdrawn from the body, and what was left was endless pain.

The gringo Horn, who opened his eyes wide and looked at the ceiling, did not feel sleepy.He reached over to grab a blue-eyed doll from the edge of the bed and stroked it.The unreasonable irritability made him unable to stretch his brows.

Soon, Horn sat up from the bed.The shock in his chest made the wound feel tense, and he looked down at the wound on his heart.

After he was 25 years old, he had hardly suffered such a serious injury again, and the pain could hardly suppress the excitement in his heart.When He Qiu's bullet hit him in the chest, Horn's eyes were more locked on the face of the black-haired baby.

What was he thinking at that time.He Qiu must not be allowed to escape from his hands.

He pinned the doll with his powerful, bloodied body.Even when everyone pointed a gun at He Qiu's head, he roughly told them to go away.

What kind of mentality was he doing such a benevolent thing, and what kind of mentality allowed him to disassemble the gun after he was shot, and finally injured him a second time.

"Ring, ring, ring." The piercing sound of the ring was transmitted from the head of the bed to the whole room.

Horn looked at the phone and narrowed his eyes. He couldn't guess who would be so desperate to play such a trick.

Soon, the dark and honest Baggio ran in and looked at Horn in a panic, "Boss, this call is from outside."

Horn knew what it meant to make an internal call from the outside without Baggio telling him.

The other party dialed the number very patiently, and Horn just stared at the phone, watching it ring a dozen times.Baggio walked towards the middle of Horn's bedroom, watching the situation outside the villa from the floor-to-ceiling windows.Their people have already started to investigate in the villa area, the moonlight shines on the courtyard, watching the crowds.

Horn finally chose to answer the phone.He picked up the phone, put it on the table, leaned against the head of the bed, and pressed his hands on his lower abdomen.

After picking up the phone, the other party first let out a very weird laugh.The voice was so cold and funny that it was very uncomfortable.Baggio couldn't bear it and stood beside the bed, cursing obscenities.

"Horn, Giorgini, the black pig you raise is really rude, I have to teach him a lesson." The other party spoke in an arrogant tone, and he lost his voice when he said this.

After a long period of silence, Baggio drew out his gun vigilantly, turned his back to Horn and walked slowly to the window.This feeling of being watched from a distance is not good.

Baggio was holding the gun, and the two mustaches on his mouth twitched slightly because of the tension of the lip muscles.The tangled muscle of the arm was tense with flesh, and he tightened his hands and put on the bolt.

Crash—the bulletproof glass was broken from the outside, and the fragments fell thinly, many of which hit Baggio.

It was too late for Baggio to retreat again, he grinned and shot several times in the direction where the glass first shattered.

pop.Baggio closed his eyes and waited for the moment of death.But when the bullet really hit his forehead, it made a strange sound.As soon as the skin on his forehead shrank, Baggio's pupils shrank twice, and he turned to look at Horn.

"Quack quack quack." The voice came out again, and this time the man laughed even more wildly.

Hearing the gunshots, a large number of men outside Horn's door ran in, all staring at Baggio's direction.

Horn frowned and looked at the thick glass slag on the ground, Baggio also reacted and tore off the things on his head.

He held it in his hand and took a look, only to realize that the bullet was designed as a suction cup for some reason, and it was the end of the suction cup that had stuck the flesh between his eyebrows just now.

It's a pretty nasty trick.Baggio's eyes widened, and he felt that his back was drenched in cold sweat.He didn't spit out a bad word this time.

"Okay, I didn't call to help you control these rubbish." The man laughed enough and turned to the topic, "Horn, Giorgini, someone is going to kill you tonight."

Horn turned his head to look at the phone, reached out and touched his charming chin, "You mean you?"

"Of course, no." The man hecked twice, "I'm the one to help you. The guy who wants your life is in your villa. You have to be careful to guard against him."

Now, there is only one outsider in Horn Villa.Baggio and the men at the door heard it, and immediately turned their heads to wink at Horn.

In the view of Horn's subordinates, any existence that threatens Horn's life must disappear forever.But today, Horn frightened them twice in a row.

"It seems that you are very familiar with the guests in my room." Horn stretched out his hand and pressed Baggio, telling him not to act rashly.

"Of course, I used to be from the same organization as them." The man's voice was sometimes clear and sometimes dark, as if he was moving quickly.

Horn didn't expect to be able to catch this person either, he looked quite cunning.The reason why he continued to talk with the other party was because of his curiosity about the black-haired doll.

"From the same organization." Horn nodded after repeating. He tapped his chin and looked at the doll on the bedside, his eyes were dark. The beautiful doll under her, her previous identity."