After several Nobel Prize winners exchanged, Thunderstorm's itinerary in Sweden this time is coming to an end.

When they left, the organizing committee drove them to the airport in a special car.

Chen Ruihu's private plane has been waiting at the airport for a long time. Logically speaking, he should have taken this plane when he comes and left, but Guo Dalu disagreed.

Under Guo Dalu's strong suggestion, the plane was sent to the airport for full-scale inspection, and another special shipment was sent from China.

Lei Yu Chen Ruihu and others don’t know much about Guo Dalu’s actions, but since this guy asked to do so, as Guo Dalu’s loyal younger brother, Chen Ruihu naturally obeyed the rules and did not dare to go against it.

"Brother Dalu, what are we doing?"

When he arrived at the airport, Chen Ruihu couldn't help but wonder, "What's going on? Our plane was made from the drawings you provided, and the pilot said that everything was running normally and there was no fault, and there was no need for maintenance at all."

Guo Dalu's face was not very good-looking, "There is no fault? That is no fault that can be seen at a glance!"

After he sent all the people onto the plane, he said, "You go back to China first, I will meet a few old friends!"

After all, Chen Ruihu knew a little more, "Brother, are you saying that our plane was tampered with?"

When he saw Guo Dalu nodding, he said in a lost voice: "What organization is so bold? I'm..."

He wanted to say, I am a world-renowned rich man and a Nobel Prize winner, who dares to do so randomly? But then he realized that maybe he, the rich man and Lei Yu, the Nobel Prize winner of the Chinese Nobel Prize, are exactly the kind of people that the terrifying figure likes to kill. It is a bit naive to say this, and I don’t say the rest of the time.

"It's me who the other party wants to kill, not you!"

Guo Dalu patted Chen Ruihu on the shoulder, "After returning home, it's best not to go abroad if you have nothing to do, just stay here."

He stood at the door of the cabin and looked at the rising and falling plane outside, his face turned cold and sneered, "What a courage!"

Seeing Guo Dalu get off the plane and disappear into the airport with great strides, Song Qian felt a little chilled in her heart, and looked at Chen Ruihu with a puzzled look on her face: "Dr. Chen, what's wrong with Brother Dalu? Why do I feel like he looks murderous?"

Chen Ruihu said: "He said he wanted to meet a few old friends!"

After Guo Dalu walked out of the airport, he raised his hand and called a car and headed straight to the city. Just as the car was halfway through, Guo Dalu looked at the rearview mirror and asked the taxi driver to stop.

The taxi driver was very curious and looked at the desolate surroundings, "Brother, you get off the bus now, it's hard to call a taxi halfway!"

Guo Dalu looked helpless, "I don't want to do it either, man! But if I don't get out of the car, you will be the first one to die!"

The taxi driver was puzzled, "Water?"

Just after Guo Dalu got out of the car door, a loud noise suddenly sounded from the side of the car. The cement roadside next to the car exploded, and gravel splashed, hitting the taxi car, making a dense sound like rain.

The fat white driver screamed in shock, "Hey, hell! What's going on?"

He looked at Guo Dalu, but found that Guo Dalu, who was standing at the car door just now, had long disappeared.

Not far from the taxi, several convertible cars were slowly coming. On one of the cars, a big man was slowly retracting a sniper rifle, and there was still a fog at the muzzle.

In the remaining cars, several people were holding rifles and pistols, shooting at a tall figure slowly walking on the road.

But no matter how they shoot, they always miss the target.

Guo Dalu didn't walk fast and didn't dodge much, but these gunmen just couldn't hit him.

Seeing him getting closer and closer to the car, everyone in the car became panicked, and a hint of coldness rose from their hearts. This was the first time they encountered such a strange situation.

"The goal is too strong, and the task difficulty estimate is incorrect. Please evacuate quickly!"

In a luxurious RV at the end, a middle-aged white man sweated instantly after seeing the situation in front of him, "God, we shouldn't have followed this task!"

He looked at the driver beside him, "Damn guy, why are you moving forward any more? Don't you know how to retreat? I'll order you to retreat..."

A knife appeared at the driver's neck at some point. Amid the middle-aged man's curse, the knife slowly moved and slowly placed on the middle-aged man's shoulder, "Explain it, man."

The middle-aged man was trembling all over and his hair was about to stand up. He slowly raised his hands, "God, how did you do it? When did you come in?"

It was Guo Dalu who held the knife. He was dodging bullets on the road dozens of meters away the moment before, but the next moment he silently got into the little leader's car. This strange method was simply beyond the scope of normal people's thinking.

Seeing the middle-aged man in front of him in horror, Guo Dalu chuckled softly: "Don't ask me how I did it. You should answer me, why do you do this?"

As he spoke, the smell of blood suddenly rose and filled the entire carriage.

The middle-aged man exclaimed: "Mr. Guo, what's wrong with my subordinates?"

Guo Dalu said lightly: "I'm sorry, they are what you think now."

There were originally six white men in the carriage, but at this time, all of them were cut off by Guo Dalu, and blood was squirting out, unable to even speak, and they were dying in struggle.

The middle-aged man screamed, "No! God, they are excellent warriors, how did you kill them?"

Guo Dalu sighed, "You don't have to be sad, you will die in a while!"

As he spoke, his body flashed and suddenly changed his position with the driver, and he was in front. The driver was driving sat behind. However, the driver had just landed behind and had a hole in his neck. He showed a great look of fear on his face, but his body slowly fell down.

Guo Dalu slowly drove the car to several cars in front, turned his head to look at the middle-aged man beside him, "What do you call me?"

The middle-aged man's face was pale, his body moved, and the pistol hidden in his sleeve was about to be pulled out, but a white light flashed in an instant, and his entire arm was cut off by Guo Dalu, "Okay, okay, is it okay to be more rational? Do you think you still have a chance to turn the tables in this situation?"

He took out a coin from his pocket. When the car passed the convertibles in front, the window opened and a coin spilled out. The group of big men in the cars, holding guns and looking around with a blank look on their faces, all fell silently. Several people rolled out of the car and didn't move.

After seeing this situation, the white middle-aged man around Guo Dalu looked as if he was ashamed and his whole body became stiff, "Devil, you are the devil!"

Guo Dalu shook his head and smiled, "Okay, stop pretending, I'll give you a minute to tell me who entrusted you to kill me? Is it a mafia or another organization?"

He chuckled and said, "Since they want to fight, then give them war!"
Chapter completed!