Zhang Jinyang secretly hated in his heart, this is why you dare to be so arrogant in New York City, try it in Yanhuang? The Chaoyang crowd will let you know what are the bright eyes!

The newcomers are much more imposing than the soldiers waiting here, the sound of the engines of the two black commercial vehicles is inaudible, quietly and silently stopped directly behind the truck under the gaze of the group, and the five people who opened the door and came down were all dressed in black suits and black sunglasses, looking extremely cold, like people in black appearing in front of people. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The well-cut suit lined the demeanor of several people, and Zhang Jinyang's eyes were hurt by the reflection in his hair - this was just the afterglow of the headlights - the wax was as smooth as a mirror.

"Hell, are these black suits noodles in boots or John Bull? Are these pretentious bosses from the world's top 500?", Zhang Jinyang secretly despised these pretentious guys in his heart. While slowly crawling towards the sniper, he also easily extracted a little bit of steel from the container and made several palm-sized axes.

A flying axe turned into a four-edged military thorn, silently stabbed deep into the brain from the sniper's jade pillow hole, because of the posture, it stabbed straight into his vestibule before stopping under the block of the skull, and a big hand silently took off the finger that had been on the trigger.

When I really made a move, I found that these people looked good, but they were certainly not elite soldiers - of course, these underground families in New York City were elite enough, but obviously they had not experienced many crises, except for the black beret who didn't know why, the eyes of the others never took off the last woman to get out of the commercial car.

Zhang Jinyang ripped off the sniper's headset and came out of it with a lot of words such as "This woman is really strong" and "I am willing to live five years less last time", which are frequently mixed with various words starting with F and S.

Zhang Jinyang felt that his trigeminal nerve was painful, the woman at the bottom was at least forty years old, and her figure was generally reluctant, but the clothes on her body continued the style of the man in black, the same decent and comfortable style. But what the hell was that one-foot-old white feather on her hat? Was she going to watch the horse race later? It was early in the morning, and it wasn't yet dawn.

Zhang Jinyang, who was standing at the highest point, clearly saw that there was a strange commotion at those ambush points, and felt empty in his heart, probably because the alpacas had run cleanly-he was now beginning to wonder if his aesthetics were really so bad? Is the lady in her forties hat half-covering her face, wearing a light blue suit skirt with gloves of the same color, and her breasts and buttocks connected to her beauty really be beautiful?

Zhang Jinyang shook his head and raised the sniper rifle, he noticed in the headset that a voice called a name twice in a row, and the second time the black beret pressed his ear with his hand, then, this name is the name of the sniper lying next to him, right?

Really, the howling of a male dog in heat can also be used as a signal of existence? If you don't have heat, it's an accident, right? What an advanced squad.

Zhang Jinyang shot when the black berley put down the hand covering his ears, but he still missed, one was that he was not familiar with the gun at all, and the other was that the black berley ran into the shadow of the truck as soon as he put down his hand, and his sniper rifle lost its firing range.

But it doesn't matter, Zhang Jinyang didn't have much hope for his rifle shooting, and it was okay to hit a fixed target, so it was normal to miss in this situation.

Then he turned his gaze to the black van, and the four remaining rounds in the magazine had hit the tires of the two vans, so that they could not move, and could only be parked there as cover, and they also blocked the trucks' path.

Throwing away the M700, Zhang Jinyang pulled out his silver python, this good guy has an effective range of more than 200 meters, not to mention that he has also made modifications.

With the six gunshots that were almost the same as before, the bullets that were generally scattered at Zhang Jinyang were instantly thinned, and the results of the previous careful observation were revealed, and all the knitted caps with automatic weapons like MP5 were knocked off by him one by one - except for the Black Bailey, this guy didn't come out at all, he hid under the truck and made a phone call, as if he wanted someone to report it, and then crawled under the car like a truck cab to advance, not slow.

Zhang Jinyang jumped down from the container one by one, and with each jump, the giant python in his hand would release two balls of gun flames, accurately hitting the vicinity of the remaining enemies, and once someone came up, the fireworks would bring him a big steaming hole - usually near the head or shoulders and neck, and the specific position depended on how high he leaned out.

By the time he was down-to-earth, all that survived was the black Bailey under the truck, the feathered aunt hiding in the car, and the last black suit. This guy was lucky, he stood up too violently, so he was shot in the stomach, but he didn't breathe on the spot, but he didn't live long, look at the convulsions, that is, every minute and second.

Zhang Jinyang originally wanted to kill them all, not only did the sky be bright, but the body of Pier 43 should have been discovered, and the gunshots were ringing all over the place, and there were already sirens approaching in this direction.

Zhang Jinyang quickly moved his steps, mainly to prevent the black berley under the car from hitting his calf, with his physical fitness and this equipment, he was not afraid of those small-caliber bullets, but there was no need to expose this, right?

The Black Bailey didn't need to pay attention to him, so he jumped directly into the truck in a few steps, jumped from the roof of the truck car to the business car, pulled out the lotus hammer in the frightened eyes of the woman, and easily opened the bulletproof front windshield with the three-edged armor-piercing cone at the tail, and stretched out his hand to pull out the screaming aunt and carry her on his shoulder, and threw her in the cab of the truck.

Although the door of the carriage was not opened, Zhang Jinyang already knew that there were some long and short guns in it, and the reason why he wanted to drive the car away was because the bullets in this car accounted for three-fifths of the total volume, and these little guys of Huang Chengchen could save him a lot of money and time.

The Black Berley brother under the car didn't notice Zhang Jinyang who entered the cab from the roof of the car, so he was startled when the car started, he quickly rolled under the car to avoid the oncoming wheels, got up like a cab shot, MP5's excellent rate of fire gave him confidence.

However, before the magazine was half gone, a silver short-handled axe was set on his face, and as he fell on his back, there was a round blood-colored labyrinth insignia.

The noisy investigation of the scene lasted for a day, and the women crammed into the two open containers at Pier 43 alone made the police at the scene anxious, and most of the women were in collapse when they saw the police, and a group of media were afraid that the world would not be in chaos.

Zhang Jinyang sat in the office watching the news, drinking the coffee in his hand, and suddenly remembered a good idea.

"My dear cousin, there's a business you can do for your advisor. He leaned comfortably on the back of his boss and picked up the internal phone on his desk.

"What's the matter? Got spare money to invest again? I'm not good at that. Jiang Shuyan's voice was cold, which showed that she was now in a state of work.

"Have you watched the morning news? It's so lively inside, do you have any ideas?"

"I'm looking, you're talking about the containers at the terminal, right? Today's newspaper came late, and I guessed there might be some big news, so I turned on the TV. Jiang Shuyan put down the pen in his hand, "What does this have to do with business?"

"In New Yorktown, the only one who does this kind of business is the Pirats, and that's something that the whole of New York City knows. So what is the future of these women, no one will doubt it, right? I saw that the reporters on TV clearly mentioned that these women were kidnapped and trafficked for what purpose, right?"

"Uh-huh, and then?"

"Guess what the neighbors will look at when these women are sent home?"