Chapter 565 The Blood Angel of the Twelve Angels

"Ha ha, Aunt Melinda, I'm sorry, we practice martial arts, and we eat a little more..." Lin Tianchu looked at the kind old woman on the side with some embarrassment. The implication was very obvious. Lin Tianchu swore that he couldn't eat so much at ordinary times, but Di Feidi's beautiful girl's craftsmanship was not bad, and the ingredients It's also excellent. In order to disgust this stupid girl, Lin Tianchu took the risk today.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I understand. Anyway, there are not many people here to talk to me. I think that when I married Di Fei's father, he ate more than you..."

"Well, my uncle's master is Chinese? We really have some fate... Well, this fish soup tastes good, but the heat is a little worse..."

While eating, Lin Tianchu talked with Di Fei's mother Melinda. Maybe she hasn't been so happy for a long time. Melinda is very talkative. Soon, Lin Tianchu knew that Di Fei's father was the royal family of Austria in the past. He worshipped an old Chinese old man to learn boxing. Di Fei was very naughty when she was a child. She was still wet the bed when she was seven or eight years old. Unexpectedly, now the ugly duckling has become a beautiful big swan...

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Royal Salute Square, Austria.

In an old-fashioned building, a middle-aged man with a hazy face lay on the chair in front of the window, savoring the red ** in the goblet. A good-looking blonde, like a kitten, knelt on the man's knees and was busy. The blonde sent out all The man moaned with blood, but the middle-aged man's face was still cold, without a trace of emotion.

If Lin Tianchu was in me, he would be very surprised. This man looks thin and weak, but the murderous spirit in his eyes can't be concealed so much - he is like a dormant poisonous snake, and he may rush out at any time to entangle people tightly. Lin Tianchu may not know who such a middle-aged man is, but he must have seen that the middle-aged man's hand wine glass is not expensive red wine, but bright blood.

He is sucking blood.

By the way, let a beautiful woman serve herself, and she doesn't mind showing her different hobbies in front of the beautiful woman at all, as if there is nothing great about a sudden beauty. In fact, a beautiful woman is a beautiful woman, but he is just his servant. If he wants, he can change ten a day without heavy weight for a hundred years in a row. With the ability of God to arm him, it is not difficult to do this. His name is Mandogel, the blood angel of God's armed twelve angels, and the head of the European region.

The twelve angels are the twelve disciples of the Holy Father of Christ. Only the most powerful twelve people in God's armed forces are qualified to be disciples under the Father. The blood angel is not the most powerful of these twelve angels, but it is definitely the one that the enemy does not want to meet. He is cruel, he is bloodthirsty, he is ruthless, and he is perverted. As long as you can think of all the words that describe human evil, you can use it on this middle-aged man. Even his subordinates who are most familiar with him, their legs standing in front of him are trembling.

"Ah, ah, cool!"

With a straight waist, Mandokir shouted and looked satisfied, but from his eyebrows, you definitely found a trace of a smile. On the floor, the struggling blonde kept coughing and trying to retreat and open her mouth with a painful face, but her blonde hair was grabbed by a big hand.

"Mir, the blood bear failed..."

"Ah..."

This time, it was not Mandogel's comfortable moaning, but a woman's surprised cry. As the blonde fell weakly on the floor, Mandogel raised her head.

"Tell her away!" After taking a sip of ** in the goblet, Mandokir said with a cold face, as if it was just a bag of garbage to be disposed of.

Blood angel Mandokir, who wants to kill a beauty a day, has not changed this habit for 30 years, and all his subordinates know it.

Two silent strong men came in and carried out the blonde's body with a blank face. In the whole room, there was only Mandokir and the report's subordinates. Seeing such an inhuman scene, his subordinate's body trembled even more, because he knew that Mandokill not only liked to kill beauties, but also killed people even if he was in a bad mood, and the news he was going to bring would definitely not make the blood angel happy.

Rao has been with Mandokir for many years. This subordinate who is familiar with the habits of the blood angel are still very afraid. No matter how strange the temper of other masters is, there is a trace, but no one can tell the temperament of this blood angel clearly: he is happy to kill, and if he is unhappy, he has to kill. Even if he is not happy, he is not hurt. The heart also wants to kill people. If you collect the people who have died in the hands of this humanoid demon these years, their blood can fill the Danube.

"What were you talking about?" Putting down the wine glass, Mandogel asked casually, and the faint blood on the corners of his mouth made the middle-aged man look particularly ferocious.

"Washington, the blood bear failed!" When he came to his senses, the subordinate whispered without any concealment, "We just received the news that the blood bear ambushed an enemy in the outer suburbs of Washington with his 30 subordinates, and was completely defeated! Thirty elites and blood bears were all killed, among which the blood bears didn't even have time to open their inheritance skills..."

After saying that, his subordinates looked at Mandokir carefully, for fear that the master would be furious and kill people again. You know, the blood bear is one of the most proud helpers of the blood angel. The destruction of the blood bear and his team officially announced the fiasco of the blood angel Mandokill. In other words, his Mandokill was slapped in the face, and the opponent was just one person.

"What?"

Mandokir stood up, and his eyes were full of wonder. If only the blood bear and the team of subordinates were killed, Mandokir was at most angry. The world was so big that it was impossible for the blood bear to encounter hard stubbles. However, for the blood bear and the group of people in his hand, it may not be very powerful for Mandokir. The blood angel has been famous for so long, and naturally has his own means. However, if the blood bear does not even open the wine glass and breaks his neck without inheriting skills, this is very problematic!

It is definitely not as simple as a good hand that can make the blood bear hang up without even having time to react. Mandokir never believes that there is luck on the battlefield. Even if the blood bear loses his life because of carelessness and can kill such a group of people silently, he is absolutely a strong man, or the kind who has absolute strength to threaten him. The strong.

"More than 30 elites, and a perfect ambush plan, plus a blood bear with a giant bear transformed, died silently there, not even a little spray?" Mandogel crushed the glass in his hand and looked suspiciously at his subordinates in front of him.

In the same way, the subordinate almost didn't cry. He quickly explained in a trembling voice, "It's true, commander, according to the judge of the corpse collector who cleaned the battlefield, the blood bear was cut off his neck with one move. Except for a few people who were shot, the rest were also killed by the same. The man twisted his neck..."

The corpse collector is a person who is armed by God who specializes in dealing with the battlefield. Because of the secretive nature of the organization, God's armed forces do not want to be exposed to the public, so there are such a group of mysterious people who specialize in dealing with the aftertment of the battlefield. They are loyal to the organization and can absolutely trust the report returned. If Lin Tianchu was here, he would be so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth. I guess he didn't expect that he would leave for three or two. The battlefield on the outskirts of Washington would be handled by someone, and his information was also sent to the Blood Angel in Europe.

"A person broke the neck of more than 20 people? Who is so cruel?" Mandokir looked puzzled and frowned tightly. The man who dared to fight against God and broke the necks of twenty people in a row can no longer be described as ferocious. This man was about to ruin himself, and Mandokir had to admire him.

"Fulletar, we don't know who that person is, but the corpse collector reported that the man is now hiding in Jilu Farm and staying with the people who escaped in those years..."

His subordinates looked at Mandokir with some worry. He knew his temper as the head of the regiment. When he was not the head of the regiment, he had organized a task. As a result, he let several people run away in the Eagle Kingdom, which was his biggest shame. If it hadn't been for those people hiding in the Eagle Kingdom, Mandokill would have killed South America long ago. The district has gone.

"Ha ha, interesting, I think that little blonde girl has grown up..." Mandokir licked his lips and let out a howl of howl. "Gamba, bring that little girl back? I don't want to see that farm and the anonymous can still see the sunshine tomorrow. You do it. Do you get it?"

Gamba did not expect that Mandokir would let him take people to cross-district revenge. In the God's armed forces, this kind of unauthorized action of unauthorized action to other districts without reporting to the organization is very serious dereliction, and he will definitely get retaliation from the organization, even if he has the protection of Mandokir. However, Mandokir's serious eyes have told him that he doesn't want to see the people in the manor live until tomorrow, otherwise he will let himself feel the anger of the blood angel. Whether he was killed by Mandokiel immediately or punished by the organization in a few days, Gamba seemed to have no choice.

"Yes, I'll leave right away!" In Xiao Shengli in Mandoquil, Gamba lowered his head and slowly retreated.