When Mr. Zhan saw the war start, he hid in the bar. This is not the time to be a hero. Several other customers ran out in a swarm. The black waiter immediately hid with Mr. Zhan. The sound of shooting outside made the two dare not look up. After a while, the party who came to kill suddenly pulled out the original version of the submachine gun from his arms. The continuous shooting sound made the black waiter look terrified. No wonder, in their era, automatic weapons such as submachine guns were indeed a little bit out of the sky.

But Kutman, who has been experiencing adventures all his life, was not given for nothing, and he has received blessings. He will not die in this land of Africa. Although this setting sounds a bit unpleasant, it is just a movie.

In short, if there is a help from the old man Kutman, he killed two killers in succession. The other killer's gun was under the pressure of the protagonist's halo and said that he could not pull the bolt, so he began to fight in hand.

Mr. Zhan took the opportunity to raise his head and looked out. The bomb brought by the killer was outside the bar, ticking. Mr. Zhan returned to the bar and said to the black waiter: "Did you see the box outside? It contains a bomb. It will explode soon after they leave. Your current task is to throw it on the grassland with it. The farther the better. It is best to throw it into the river. When you hear a gunshot, you throw it down and run back."

When Mr. Zhan just told the black waiter that the next gunfight was about to happen, the black man still had a mentality of seeing the truth, but at this moment, everything was fulfilled according to the Asian gentleman's statement. The black man felt that maybe he was a priest on their continent, and he believed in Mr. Zhan, but: "It wouldn't suddenly explode and blow me to death, right?"

"Don't worry, man, when you hear the gunshots, you run back, it's definitely okay." Mr. Zhan looked at the black man's horrified eyes and said, "I could have done this too, but in this way your boss won't be grateful to you. Do you think so?" Mr. Zhan added this sentence when he saw that the black man was still hesitant.

Sure enough, this was more attractive to the black man. The black man suddenly nodded fiercely with a firm look in his eyes, picked up a bottle of strong wine, took a sip, and ran out. After a while, Kutman nailed the last killer in the house to the decorative rhino horn on the wall. Turning around, the old hero asked in a relaxed tone: "Isn't there another guy?"

Mr. Zhan heard the silence outside at the bar, why no one spoke? After slapped his head, Mr. Zhan suddenly realized that the original plot should be the black waiter pointing out the direction of the person who ran away to him, but at this moment, the black man was running on the grassland. He immediately poked his head out of the bar and shouted: "He ran away, Mr. Cootman."

Looking down at Mr. Zhan's finger, Kutman shouted, "Bruce, my guy."

The bartender who had been hiding behind the bar with Mr. Zhan just now immediately picked up a double-tube rifle and threw it out. Mr. Zhan followed the old man out of the bar. Even if he moved quickly, he still felt the rotation of the scene change, but it was only a small time.

The visitor followed and said, "He has run away." Zhan Shao scratched his head and watched Kutman calmly take out his reading glasses and shoot them out with a shot. A few hundred meters away, the runaway killer fell out fiercely.

Looking around, the black friend on the other side had already used his innate talent, put down the bomb, and started running back without delay for a second. Although the time was short, he was familiar with the terrain and found a dry riverbed, which could prevent the explosion from causing fire.

After a small spin, someone was already escorting the killer back, and everyone was surrounded. The black waiter who was walking like a flying distance was now on Mr. Zhan's shoulder, and his breathing in his mouth was no longer so violent. Obviously, this time it was not the scene, but the time.

"Catch him, I need some information." Kutman saw the killer's abnormal movement and ran over immediately, but it was too late. The killer took out the poison from somewhere and threw it into his mouth. He stared at his unyielding eyes and fell heavily backwards.

The visitor immediately ran up to check and confirmed that the killer was dead. He looked up and said to Kutman: "Maybe you don't love the empire, but I know you love Africa. The European war will continue to all colonies."

Before he finished speaking, an explosion came from the grassland, and a huge fireball soared into the sky. The indigenous people around him immediately exclaimed and ran over.

"OH, SHIT." Zhan Shao discovered that even if the explosion in the riverbed was still affected, some dead grass would still affect it. If it was not stopped in time, it might cause a grassland fire. Fortunately, the natives here ran over immediately, and it seemed that the fire would be put out soon.

Taking advantage of the moment when Kutman was stunned, Mr. Zhan immediately stabbed the black man around him, and the black man knew it. "Mr. Kutman, the bomb just now was actually in the room. It was this gentleman who discovered and told me that we avoided the destruction of our home."

"Oh?" Kutman turned around and looked at the Asian man he had never met before.

Mr. Zhan showed no timidity, and smiled and reached out to Kutman: "Sir, forgive me, I may not have much time to introduce myself, but I have heard your story. I really hope to take risks with you and be a hero. Maybe your team will need me." When he said this, Mr. Zhan also looked at the visiting messenger.

"I haven't agreed to join." He meets many young people like this every year, and it's not worth it at all. Kutman said with a sharp look in his eyes, hoping that under his own pressure, he will give up this idea soon.

But unexpectedly, Mr. Zhan did not avoid his eyes at all, and said in a certain tone, "You will join." But he knew that if he lost at this time, there would be no chance at all. Foreigners don't know much about sympathy. They rely on their strength and courage.

"Well, Mr. Cootman?" asked the messenger at the right time, "Are you willing to join us?"

Kutman still looked at Mr. Zhan without a reply. After a long time, he finally said, "Yes, I'll join."

"Then pack your bags and prepare to go to England for summer." The messenger said, put on his hat and left.

Mr. Zhan looked at Kutman happily, "But you can't do it, boy." Kutman said when he saw Mr. Zhan happily.

"You, sir, but you can't get rid of mine." Mr. Zhan said to Kutman's back as he walked towards the tombstone on the edge of the grassland. Yes, as long as the scene changes, he will never get rid of Mr. Zhan.

A dizzy spin, Mr. Zhan appeared on the streets of London where it was raining. According to time, this was a few days later, but it seemed that the scene was only a moment, which made Mr. Zhan a little uncomfortable. Kutman had arrived in London. At this moment, he was sitting in the carriage arranged for him by Mr. M and was driving by the road where Mr. Zhan was on.

"SHIT, can't you show up in the carriage?" Zhan Shao was a little depressed about his unfair treatment. He hurriedly found a roof to hide from the rain. Two black horses drove by the carriage. Through the transparent glass window, Kutman was surprised to find that the Asian boy who was talking loudly on the African grassland was outside. This made the old man's heart move. Thinking of the big fire that was finally put out by himself and the natives not long ago, the old man couldn't help but curl his lips in his heart, the rash boy. However, looking at his figure hiding in the rain, he suddenly felt a little sad. He thought of his son who died young. Perhaps this boy really needs someone like him to guide him.

At this moment, Mr. Zhan's mood was not as complicated as Kutman. He only hoped that the scene would quickly change to a dry room, otherwise what would appear in front of everyone would be his own embarrassing appearance.

After waiting for a while, it turned out that there was a whirlpool around. Mr. Zhan came to the inside of a building, which was the British Museum, but it was also the place where magical gentlemen gathered secretly. Mr. M should be waiting for everyone to arrive in the basement at this moment. Mr. Zhan stood in the corridor, and rain kept flowing, and dim light came from the arched windows on both sides.

Kutman was led into the corridor by his servants, and Mr. Zhan hurriedly hid behind the pillar. When he walked past the pillar, Kutman glanced at the water stains left by Mr. Zhan just now, and felt a little confused, but he didn't stop and continued to walk forward.

Walking through the corridor was a staircase towards the basement. The narrow aisle made Young Master Zhan unable to hide. Fortunately, he was behind Kutman. Looking at the shaking white hair below the tip of his nose, Young Master Zhan was so scared that he immediately held his breath. If he was not careful, the old man would turn his head and shoot it through his head.

The old man complained about the endless stairs, "Where are we going? Australia?"

The person in front of him did not answer and continued walking. Seeing that they finally turned around the corner, Zhan Shao let out a sigh.

After a while, Mr. Zhan heard the sound of the door opening through the corridor, and knew that the two had arrived at the door of the conference room. After rotating, he had already entered the conference room first before Kutman. At this moment, the person who led Kutman had just opened the door completely. Mr. Zhan hurriedly hid behind the door. The light in the room was dim. Kutman, who had been troubled by eyes recently, did not see Mr. Zhan. He taught the waiter the coat, hat and other things and walked straight forward. The door was then closed.

Mr. M, who had been waiting in the conference room, had been impatient for a long time. If it weren't for the ability of these people, why would he have pretended to be this big-tailed wolf? At this moment, he finally walked in to Kutman. Mr. M, who had been holding his pretentiousness, sat up straight, and tapped the card in his hand on the chair a few times. He did this to attract Kutman's attention and also add a touch of dramatic effect to his appearance.

Da, da, da, there was a slow knock sound in the room.

But Kutman was not convinced of this kind of pretending to be a fool: "I don't like the theater sound effects." The old man's voice was sonorous and powerful.

Mr. Zhan took advantage of their speech and sneaked under the table. The sound of Mr. M's rise covered the little noise he made.

"I'm used to staying in Africa. Will the weather in London bring you a good mood, right?" M said as he slowly turned on the lights around him.

"Come on your name," said the old hero Kutman in a stiff tone.

"I have many names, Mr. Cootman." M continued to illuminate other lights as he said. "My subordinates call me sir, and my superiors call me M."

“M?”

"Yes, just M" M replied.

Kutman walked inside and began to look at the conference room. The entire conference room was a room with a long depth, with an arched dome on it, carved with exquisite European patterns. In addition to the huge conference table in the center, the most eye-catching thing in the room was that the walls on all sides were filled with various colors of books. At this moment, Mr. M had already illuminated all the lights in the house, and the whole room was very bright.

"I have to say it is my honor to meet talented people like you and join the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen in the New Age." Mr. M said.

"What alliance?" Kutman asked strangely.
Chapter completed!