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Volume 8 Golden Lotus Phoenix Head Chapter 2197 The End of the Hero (Part 2)

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    A 'Puma' car, which is not ordinary in the UK, but very common, drove into the back door of a university in England. Because of Cyril's appearance, he was quite cautious, and most of the driving on the road was done by Torre himself. This point  It was the time when the university was closing, but when Torre handed a 'pass' through the car window, the latter quickly opened the school gate for him.

    The car went straight to the school's laboratory. In this kind of colleges and universities, there is no shortage of safe storage places for high-tech biological products. On the way, Torre had already made a phone call to someone. As for whom, Cyril, who had rarely asked about it for so many years,  , maintaining a consistent style, which is what Cyril likes most about him. He doesn't ask what he shouldn't ask, and he never listens to what he shouldn't hear.

    "Father and son" have had a tacit understanding for so many years, and they both know everything. As for Torre, he can distrust anyone, but he will never distrust his "adopted son" who was cultivated by himself.

    So when getting out of the car, Torre, who had suffered too many blows tonight, did not shy away from Cyril and took him with him. As before, Cyril wore huge sunglasses when he went out, covering most of his face.  , the old man who had been guarding the door for a long time, just glanced at Cyril behind Torre, and then led the two of them towards the refrigerator room in the laboratory.

    From his dress and the conversation between the two, it was not difficult for Cyril to find out that this old man should be a professor of the chemistry department of this university. He walked along the dark corridor to the cold storage where various high-risk pharmaceuticals were stored. Before the old man took out the key,  At this moment, he couldn't help but paused for a while, and cast his eyes towards Torre beside him. The latter glanced at him, and then said to Cyril behind him:

    "Give him one hundred thousand." Cyril, who was carrying a black bag on his shoulder, opened the black bag without hesitation. After handing the old man ten stacks of euros, the latter checked them one by one with his hands, and then  Satisfied, he opened the cold storage.

    The cold was overwhelming. Following the old man's footsteps, he walked to the safe in the middle of the cold storage. The latter skillfully pressed the secret button and took out the packaged medicine inside.

    "It's all here. The packaging box I used is the most advanced at present. There will never be any leakage. Look at the hundred thousand" Torre, who didn't pay attention to the old man, opened it and checked it. After confirming that it was correct, he turned his head.  Looking at each other, he said with a smile:

    "One hundred thousand, the price we agreed on, everything must be according to the rules."

    "But now we are different from the past, aren't we Mr. Torre" When the other party called out Torre's real name, the latter's smile became even brighter. Before he could take action, Cyril, who was standing in front of him, moved instantly.  When he got up, the old professor, who was still holding one hundred thousand cash in hand, was about to blackmail Torre again, his expression was forever frozen in the moment before his death.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?Packed away the euros and stuffed the old man directly into the cold storage safe. Cyril, who closed the door, followed Torre to the carriage with an extremely calm expression.

    The two of them went one behind the other. Torre was wearing a 'cooling box' containing the medicine, while Cyril was carrying a black backpack containing the two people's IDs and cash.

    From arrival to departure, it only took the two of them half an hour. When the car drove out of the campus, it was already dawn. In the bright sky, Torre, who was driving, could vaguely see the surrounding buildings, and he felt a little reluctant to leave.  But he had no choice but to drive into the distance.

    On the way, Cyril connected two phone calls. One of them was the phone number of Torre's "adopted son" in Algeria. He was said to be an "adopted son". Only Cyril knew best. This person helped Torre secretly run the Algerian industry.  He is Torre's biological son.

    "Cyril, you have been tired all night to work on this. Take a rest and it will take a long time to arrive in Spain." Faced with Torre's true feelings, Cyril nodded slightly without rejecting it.  He was leaning on the back seat and closing his eyes tightly. Torre, who saw all this through the front mirror, showed a kind smile.

    "My child, you can only feel so relieved in front of me." Just as Torre muttered these words in his heart, a speeding truck suddenly blocked the path of the car at the fork in front, and the car suddenly braked.  Torre had just slowed down when a city taxi from behind suddenly hit him.

    Not only that, the cleaning truck running alongside the Jaguar spun sideways, forcing Torre to hit the fence on the side of the road. This sudden change also caused the father and son to  I couldn't help but be shocked.

    "What's going on?" When Torre said these words in shock, Cyril had already kicked open the extremely twisted car door. At this time, there was no room for the two of them to talk about anything anymore. Attacked from three sides, only  There is still a chance to escape from the fence.

    Both of them can be regarded as first-class masters, and their steps are not slow. After diving into the green belt adjacent to the park, Torre, who was carrying a black bag, said softly to Torre:

      "Father, let's go separately. I'll lead them away. You try your best to reach Spain. Hummels has already rushed to Spain from Algeria to pick you up. Everything will be fine when you get there." Before Torre could say anything,  , Cyril threw the black bag to the opponent, turned his head and ran directly towards the obvious place, leaving Torre with a strong back.

    As an out-and-out hero, Torre will never be swayed by emotions. Now is not the time for him to be sentimental. He must not let down Cyril's painstaking efforts. Torre suddenly rushed towards the hinterland of the park, preparing to first  Find a place to hide from the limelight, and once the limelight is over, find a way to get to Spain.

    The green lawns and the red-flowered horse chestnut trees all over the park look so vibrant under the dim light of dawn. This is Torre's favorite ornamental tree and the most common tree species in Europe. Torre has told many people about it.  Frankly speaking, if he really retires, he will definitely plant a few such ornamental trees in his yard.

    Running, running, Torre stopped and evened out his breathing. His eyes were fixed on the figure standing under the red horse chestnut tree. He was familiar yet unfamiliar. His feet on the lawn were stained by dew.  Torre grinned with such bitterness and unwillingness.

    He put down the black bag and the metal thermal box in his hand. At this time, the hazy black shadow had already strolled in front of him.

    "Torre, I remember you once told me that when you retire, you must decorate your yard like a park, with flowers and grass, and there must be red horse chestnut trees. A few years ago, I advised  You and I are retiring together in the Presbytery, but your temper is still so stubborn. If you had listened to me, maybe you wouldn't be here today." The person standing in front of Torre was none other than the second member of the Presbytery of the Holy See.  The boss, Alberto, was also Torre's 'comrade'
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