Chapter 451 Who is Zhang Wufeng

Once they get in touch, I will definitely be the first to know that the current Zhang Wufeng who came forward is actually a similar person pretending. Gu Yuxia sneered.

"I know this kind of method of yours, but do you think Su Ru will be monitored by you so easily? The little abnormal mark you left behind, in my calculations, has actually been known to Zhang Wufeng for a long time, and the reason why Su Ru didn't take this thing is probably deliberate. Of course, I can't know for sure, because it's just extrapolation. However, if your induction fails at any time, then it is likely that the mark you left behind has been shielded, that is, the real Zhang Wufeng has appeared. Huang Yiyi said contemplatively.

"Is this possible? I think you're still worried. Gu Yuxia was obviously very confident in this, and at this time, she didn't try to sense the so-called monitoring device.

"This is still possible, after all, Zhang Wufeng's IQ is not lower than you and me, if you face him with a contemptuous attitude, I am afraid that you will suffer." Huang Yiyi said.

"It's not a matter of triviality, I'm in terms of monitoring, you know. Okay, let's not talk about this problem, let's talk about it, let's look at Zhang Wuming's performance first, he is a little suspicious for the time being, let's not be too affectionate, just show a little care, it's enough. ”

"That's easy to say."

……

Zhang Wuming pondered in the hotel room for a long time, and finally remembered some past events that he didn't remember, and these past events gradually penetrated into his heart, making him have a real and vague feeling about his existence, as if he had a split personality.

This is not a pleasant feeling.

What's going on, and why does it always feel unreal?

Zhang Wuming pondered, put his hands in his pockets, and then lit a cigarette from the Yellow Crane Tower and smoked.

"It's okay to go out and walk around." An inexplicable irritability welled up in his heart, and whenever he remembered that he was Zhang Wufeng, his mood was a little unpleasant, as if something was a little involuntary.

After thinking about it, he took out his mobile phone, and Zhang Wuming dialed the phone number of Su Ru in his memory, this phone number, because there are many things related to Su Ru in his memory, so the mobile phone number is naturally remembered.

The phone was quickly connected, and then there was silence.

"Are you, Windless?" Su Ru was slightly stunned on the other side, and then asked tentatively.

"Well, it's me, I'm fine, I'll give you a call to report safety." Zhang Wuming said softly, and his tone was exactly the same as Zhang Wufeng.

Su Ru was slightly stunned again, and was a little silent for a while, but after a while, she said equally gently: "It's okay if you're fine, where are you now?" ”

"I'm in Jinan, are you in Burma?"

"Hmm...... I'm here, Fifi and I are fine, don't worry. ”

"Okay, don't leave the underground palace in Burma for now, I'll be looking for you soon." Zhang Wuming continued to say gently.

"Hmm...... Then you should also take care of yourself and take good care of yourself. Su Ru's tone was equally gentle.

It's just that, to Zhang Wuming's ears, it seems that there is a little bit of estrangement? It seems that the voices of the two are very close, but the hearts seem to be a little distant.

"Well, yes, something happened before, I lost my memory, I just recovered, I feel a little strange with you, but I will adjust as soon as possible, don't worry, I won't lose you and Feifei."

“…… I believe you. Su Ru's tone suddenly softened a lot, and it seemed that the doubt disappeared because of this sentence.

……

"Su Ru, what's wrong?" Sun Feifei held her stomach and walked around the hall of the underground palace, exercising her body properly, and asked Su Ru next to her.

"Now, I'm a little confused, you know? Just now, Wufeng came to call, and you heard his words, but now, it's another call from Wufeng, and it feels ...... How to put it, it seems that it is impossible to judge anymore. Su Ru pondered, her beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if she was a little strange about this matter.

"Your current ability is already very strong, if you feel that you can't judge, then things are not simple" Sun Feifei hesitated slightly, and then said in a deep voice.

"I think so too, now I can't judge, the previous windless feeling is very real, and I myself am a little emotional, so there may be some deviations in judgment, but this one, there is a sense of strangeness, but a different kind of familiarity is very real, you know, a person's temperament is the most unchangeable." Su Ru said with some hesitation.

"Then, we can tempt, a very simple temptation, because if there are really some real strong people, for these outfits, they can be changed by temperament, and this is the real master.

And such a person may even grasp a lot of details, so just take some things that they can't know to judge, we can use plans such as wanting to capture the old and indulging, Ming Xiu plank road secretly crossing Chen Cang, well, this matter, we go to the inner temple to say, where others can't monitor it. ”

Sun Feifei whispered, purely in the mode of lip language, because Su Ru had long had a feeling of being monitored, and after marrying Zhang Wufeng, Zhang Wufeng pointed out the problem, just to paralyze the enemy, and did not get rid of the special thing on his feet, before answering the phone with Zhang Wufeng, Su Ru temporarily blocked that kind of surveillance in a special way almost instantly, but her own ability is not strong, and she can only hold on for a moment, so at this moment, Sun Feifei's words are the wisest choice.

……

After Zhang Wuming hung up the phone, he continued to smoke a few puffs of cigarettes, and then left the hotel without saying hello to Huang Yiyi and the others.

The night was a bit cold and dry, and from time to time there was a strong wind blowing on the streets, blowing some plastic bags and waste materials flying around, and some of the yellow sand would suddenly fill the air.

Zhang Wuming walked all the way, the street outside the hotel was not lively, this area because of the construction of the subway, resulting in traffic jams, so the number of vehicles here is reduced geometrically, especially at night, people are even more scarce.

The night was very quiet, the orange lights were a little flickering, Zhang Wuming walked all the way across the human-shaped overpass, through the tunnel of the bridge, and walked into the distance.

"Tut, isn't this Zhang Wuming? What's the matter, stinky boy, you're developed, and you're wearing Armani, it's really yours, come, give your buddy some money, and let your buddy be happy" A young man with dyed yellow hair said with a sneer.

Zhang Wuming stood still, and then turned around silently.

"You're talking to me?"

"Little seed, who are you talking to if you don't talk to you? Are you *** pretending to be stupid? The young man smiled, but his hand reached out to his waist, ready to take the machete.

In the past, he bullied Zhang Wuming a lot, but this time he found out that this kid was out of the way, and if he didn't slaughter and abuse him ruthlessly, it would be in vain for him to call him 'Brother Xiong'.

"Talk to me? Okay, okay" Zhang Wuming was still the cowardly and incompetent shrug he was before at this moment, he was silent, took two steps towards the young man, and when the young man slashed at him, he burst out with a punch

This punch, with a powerful sonic boom, slammed into the opponent's head.

"Bang"

Blood splattered, and suddenly a white and red liquid burst out and splattered in all directions, and the young man screamed, and his head suddenly rotted like a watermelon.

Zhang Wuming bent down, wiped a little blood from his fist on the corpse that had fallen to the ground, and then turned around and left with an indifferent expression.

And in the distance, a young man who was also a gangster suddenly trembled a little in his legs, Zhang Wuming sucked his right hand, and suddenly there was an extra machete in his hand, and the machete that the young man was hanging on the ground suddenly shot out under the casual swing of his hand that he didn't even look at.

The machete flew around a few times, and then slashed at the forehead of the other gangster, this time, almost directly split the opponent's head in half, the strong force, the great pain and the terrifying killing, so that the gangster screamed almost instantly, fell to the ground and struggled twice before convulsing and dying.

Not far away, some whizzing cars left quickly, as if others had ignored him at the beginning, and they seemed to be afraid of provoking themselves all the time.

Zhang Wuming suddenly felt a slight sense of familiarity with such a scene, he shook his head, it's just killing, isn't it used to it? Why do your hands still tremble? Why are you still a little nervous?

This situation, in fact, was not taken to heart by Zhang Wuming, he just kept walking forward, it seemed that there would be something he sensed there.

……

After calling Su Ru, Zhang Wufeng, who was relieved, immediately walked towards a place he had calculated.

In the past few days of cultivation and recovery, although he has devoted himself to it, but in the same way, Zhang Wufeng has also thought about some things more thoroughly in his heart.

The enemy is in the dark, he is in the light, and now he has turned to the dark, so the enemy will gradually appear in the light, and taking this opportunity to take the initiative in one fell swoop is obviously a good decision.

The reason why this is so is only because the fate of him and Zhang Wuming may be about to begin.

On an overpass, Zhang Wufeng walked here, and then stood silently on the overpass.

He waited for the arrival of the man he had reckoned with.

This will be another beginning of the coming of a storm.

Perhaps, from the next moment, everything will become more leaky and bloody.

Looking at the individual pedestrians under the bridge, who seemed to be as small as ants, Zhang Wufeng's expression was very cold and calm.

In the distance, a figure walked over step by step.

[Dedication]