A man in black flashed in front of Zhao Ping'an, and suddenly his neck was chopped off, and blood was sneering. The other black-clothed people didn't have any fear, and still chased and killed Zhao Ping'an, waiting for an opportunity to find Zhao Ping'an's weakness.

The little girl was unconscious and motionless.

"Whoever stands in my way, die!" Zhao Ping'an glared back.

Two of the men in black were already lying on their bodies, and the other men in black fell to the ground in pain clutching their bleeding necks. The rest of the people in black were actually stunned by Zhao Ping'an, and they were extremely cautious.

In a moment of caution, a scimitar clicked, and a stream of blood burst out.

"Ahh The middle-aged uncle shouted angrily, his face twisted in pain. Zhao Ping'an is more ruthless than anyone else! The middle-aged uncle suddenly hugged Zhao Ping'an with both hands, lifted Zhao Ping'an up, and threw him to the ground.

Zhao Ping'an felt that the middle-aged uncle's strength was so great that he could no longer stand up when he fell to the ground, and his chest tasted a dull sense of oppression.

The middle-aged uncle stepped on Zhao Ping'an's chest and smiled fiercely. It's a bit funny that the middle-aged uncle's lower body is still bleeding, he doesn't care at all, seventeen people in black come forward one after another, surrounding Zhao Ping'an, who is now in prison.

"Boy, do you think you're very capable?" the middle-aged uncle smiled, with a bit of smugness on his painful face.

Zhao Ping'an laughed, but he wanted to speak, but he coughed violently, and his tongue faintly tasted a trace of blood. Damn, the middle-aged uncle actually threw him so hard, this force is so great, I guess I can go to Japan to be a sumo wrestler.

"Boy, have you heard of the corpse hiding case?"

The middle-aged uncle smiled, "It just so happens that I know an outlaw, and his spirit is still a little sick." You've kept me from lifting for the rest of my life, and I'm going to torture you to the point of torment. ”

Zhao Ping'an's pupils contracted suddenly, the case a few years ago happened in Jinlingdi, and the body of the victim in the case was decomposed.

Seeing that Zhao Ping'an was finally scared, the middle-aged uncle laughed even more presumptuously. So, the middle-aged uncle leaned down, wanting to see more clearly how Zhao Ping'an's face was panicking.

Suddenly, the middle-aged uncle was stabbed and fainted. Zhao Ping'an relaxed the scimitar and said very calmly: "You are too nonsense." ”

Suddenly, Zhao Ping'an was smashed with a stick on the back of his head and fainted. Before his eyes went dark, he vaguely saw Mu Weida holding a baseball bat.

"It's obviously a negotiated deal, but it's actually messed up by this kid!" Mu Weida said indignantly, and angrily scolded the gang of black-clothed people: "You still don't want to kill him quickly!"

The man in black slapped Mu Weida a few times, and Mu Weida instantly wilted and didn't dare to resist.

"We don't need you to order us. The man in black said in a deep voice, and then he lifted Zhao Ping'an.

"What are you doing!" Mu Weida panicked, and immediately pointed at the man in black and shouted.

Mu Weida wanted the man in black to cut off Zhao Ping'an the most, but now the man in black didn't seem to want to kill Zhao Ping'an.

So, after Mu Weida finished speaking, he wanted to rob people! Suddenly, the sixteen men in black flashed their scimitars and aimed their spearheads at Mu Weida.

"Deal, we want it. We have to take this person back and wait for Team Leader Jia to deal with it. After the man in black finished speaking, he picked up Zhao Ping'an and walked into the car.

The man in black picked up the middle-aged uncle's mobile phone, pressed it quickly on the phone, and then

Nodding his head and saying, "Okay." Suddenly, Mu Weida's mobile phone rang, and it turned out to be a transfer of one million money.

The strength of the men in black is simply greater than that of a cow! The eagle eye pattern of their silver necklace makes their identity as a man in black so confusing.

The middle-aged uncle was taken away by the man in black, and the girl Wang'er who is still unconscious. The man in black put them all on the big truck, and then the car roared and left the abandoned factory.

The big truck drove away.

Ma Zhong came back, looked at Mu Weida, and said in a deep voice: "Where's the money?" Ma Zhong was also uncomfortable, he had a bandage tied to his arm, and he couldn't move.

At this time, the dozen thugs also came over, all looking at Mu Weida with unkind faces.

"Why didn't you stop that ** silk! Do you know, the one million that I said was all in vain. Mu Weida scolded, his hands empty, as if he hadn't taken a penny.

However, the million was actually transferred to Mu Weida's account. It's just that Ma Zhong didn't know.

"Damn! I'm going to take the guys and them!" Ma Zhong said fiercely, his face very angry.

Mu Weida smiled and deliberately provoked: "It's time for this, you'd better go and kill them quickly." I think that underground prince doesn't have much strength. ”

It only rose half a year ago, although he killed Xu Wenqiang, but his power was not stable, the limelight was not yet strong, Ma Zhong did not speak, and left with his gang of thugs.

After more than ten minutes, Mu Weida dared to take out his mobile phone and take a look, at this moment he was already sweating on his hands. I saw that the one million was in the account, and Mu Weida secretly said that it was okay, the one million was still there.

In the city, it is still so noisy and prosperous.

All kinds of advertisements are overwhelming, and there are all kinds of unknown power and sex transactions on the ground, men are willing to sacrifice for power, women are willing to be cheesy for money, they all exude the secular taste of urban money.

Night has fallen...... The atmosphere of wild rock swept the audience, and all kinds of people jumped and danced, all of them with passion and joy.

Inside the glass façade of a building opposite, a boy in a plaid coat holds a cigar in his mouth and holds up a glass of red wine to see the world happen.

It's just that the boy is a boy after all, and he can't help coughing a few times while smoking a cigar, and that childishness is still there. He looks like an Emperor Xian of Han who was forcibly put on the throne, and he looks young and ignorant.

But on the contrary, he is a very scheming character, who knows how to play with power in the palm of his hand.

A man in black stepped forward and said, "A deal was completed today. But one leader died, and two killers. Jia Ye. ”

The boy's eyebrows moved slightly, but he didn't care: "So powerful, but I'm not interested today, whatever you do." ”

"Yes. The man in black sighed, then dropped a puff of smoke and retreated secretly.

"It's okay, don't throw smoke bombs around me! Jia Zhengke was a little angry, "Throwing smoke bombs also has to be divided into occasions." ”

I don't know if the man in black heard it, and Jia Zhengke was also helpless. They are ninjas of the island country, who know all kinds of secret tricks, are technically professional, and have excellent quality.

At the beginning, it was Long Hui who recruited them, a total of one hundred, and it cost ten million.

Jia Zhengke looked at the outside

City scenery, eyes slightly pensive.

Now, under the persecution of Brother Peng, the remnants of Xu Wenqiang's forces were forced to withdraw to the northern part of the south. Half a year ago, after Zhao Ping'an left, Brother Peng has been taking care of the company, and it is still growing!

Of course, this still needs an opportunity, and it was Li Ning who gave it! He helped Brother Peng step by step to the highest peak, and the intention of doing so was just for Zhao Ping'an.

Fools won't believe it, but everyone took a risk, and for the sake of their boss Zhao Ping'an, they unanimously allowed Li Ning's assistance!

"Brother Zhao, where are you? You haven't been a big brother for half a year. Jia Zhengke said in a regretful tone, staring at the cityscape outside.

A dozen miles away, in a humble basement. At this moment, Zhao Ping'an seemed to wake up.

Not...... Zhao Ping'an opened his blurry eyes, and his head was still faint.

"Where the hell is this?" Zhao Ping'an was a little confused, he remembered that he seemed to be knocked unconscious. I slept for a long time, woke up and showed up here.

At this moment, Zhao Ping'an himself was tied to a shelf, as if Jesus was about to go to heaven. Zhao Ping'an looked around and found that the room area here was very empty.

There is also a puddle of unclean black blood on the floor of the chamber area, which can't help but conjure up a series of images, this place is not simple, and it is chilling. The door opened, and in walked in was a man with a thick beard, his name was Mo Yang.

"Your life is very hard, and more than twenty ninjas can't take you. Tell me, where did you train?"

Mo Yang pulled out his leather whip and said in a threatening tone: "Otherwise, I will be tortured to extract a confession." ”

"On weekdays, I just run a few laps, and sometimes I do a few tai chis. ”

Zhao Ping'an said with a smile, his face was very flat. He is not afraid of Mo Yang's threat at all, and he is strong at all times, which is his Zhao Ping'an's unique tough guy style!

You are the only man who is calm, don't you know that here, you are destined to lie down and go out.

Mo Yang put away the leather whip and groped his chin to look at Zhao Ping'an interestingly.

"I'd like to try! If I die, not to mention you, all your people will have to bury me. Zhao Ping'an smiled solemnly, but threatened Mo Yang.

"I don't believe it. Mo Yang said lightly, smiled, and then took a few steps back and closed the door.

Suddenly, there was a faint sound of conversation outside the door, but the voice was mixed and the tone was very vague.

But Zhao Ping'an heard it, and the voice was not Mandarin, nor was it English. The tone is mixed, but a little hoarse, much like the Tsarist language.

Zhao Ping'an himself is also a language researcher, and he still knows some things about these.

The door opened, and in came a man in a white coat. The white-clothed man in the coat carried a medical kit on his shoulder, with a very professional posture. The coat in white placed the medicine box and pulled out a syringe from the box.

What is this for? Zhao Ping'an was shocked, could he be used as a guinea pig experiment? I didn't expect this kind of thing to befall me, fate is really fucked up.

The white-clothed coat injected a medicine bottle, and finally, under the dim light, his eyes stared at the syringe, and a fine streak of needles hissed out.