There is a kind of cheap style called remembering to eat but not remembering.

There is also a kind of lowly character called good scars, forgetting the pain.

Boss Wang in Kang Jiajun's mouth reminded Yan Murong of the king of kings. That time, Yan Murong forcibly gave him a lot of white ~ powder, which almost killed him, if the boss Wang in Kang Jiajun's mouth was really him, then this guy was really too cheap.

As soon as Yan Murong walked out of the Drug Enforcement Administration, he received a call from Teng Xiangling, telling him that Old Man Zhong had been released and had not been harmed, but he was a little depressed.

When he came to the Drug Enforcement Administration, he was in Wu Gang's car, and when he came out, there was no one to send him, so he walked along the side of the road while sorting things out in his head.

After thinking about it, Yan Murong still took out his mobile phone and dialed Ye Lanjun's phone.

"Is it convenient to speak?" The phone was connected, and Yan Murong asked in a low voice.

"Wait a minute." Ye Lanjun's deliberately lowered voice came from the phone, and there was a burst of music in the background, which sounded like it was outside.

"Yan Shao, what's wrong?" A moment later, Ye Lanjun's voice came again.

"What's the king of kings doing lately?" Yan Murong asked straight to the point.

"I don't know." Ye Lanjun said. "Last time he said he wanted to make a move, but he didn't seem to trust me very much, so he didn't tell me anything."

"Okay, I got it." Yan Murong answered and hung up the phone.

It seems that I have to talk to Wang Chuanru first, Yan Murong thought to himself.

Taxis all over the world are the same, and they are very difficult to get at certain times, such as now, when they get off work.

It was already past five o'clock when he came out of the Drug Enforcement Administration, and it was already time for those white-collar and gold-collar collars to get off work, so it was difficult for the taxi to be empty at this time, Yan Murong waited for ten minutes before he stopped one, or he was quick to outrun a middle-aged woman with a bloated figure, opened the door, sat in, and walked away in a string of Mandarin mixed with Cantonese curses from the middle-aged woman.

After reporting the address to the driver, Yan Murong leaned on the back seat and closed his eyes, but his thoughts were spinning rapidly.

With the slight jolt of the wheels, Yan Murong suddenly opened his eyes.

"You seem to be on the wrong track, right?" Yan Murong reminded the driver. He is not a road idiot, and he has been in Hong Kong for a long time, although he can't tell which road leads to which, but now this road is definitely not to go to the royal villa.

"Nope." The driver looked at Yan Murong from the rearview mirror in the car, and said in Mandarin with a strong Hong Kong accent. "My brother is from the mainland, right? No wonder you don't. At this time, there are many people and the road is blocked, so I am taking a shortcut. You can rest assured, I won't overcharge you. ”

"Really?"

"Of course."

"But you seem to be going in the wrong direction." Yan Murong said. "In the opposite direction, where are you going to go?"

"It's boring to be seen by you so quickly." The driver suddenly laughed, increased the throttle under his feet, and the car turned onto a small road that was not very wide.

"Tell me, where are you going to take me?" Yan Murong's expression remained unchanged, leaned back on the seat, and asked the driver.

"Where are I taking you?" The driver said with a sneer. "Of course, I'm taking you to Huangquan Road."

As he spoke, there was a soft "click" sound from the car door, and in order to prevent Yan Murong from jumping out of the car, the car door had been locked. The moment the car door was locked, Yan Murong turned sideways, raised his foot and kicked the car window, but to his surprise, the car window was still bulletproof glass, and he kicked it, but there was not even a crack at all.

"Hey, hey." The driver laughed sadly. "It's bulletproof glass -- see the guardrail behind me? The glass on top too. Yan Murong, I know that you are very powerful, and it is not so easy to kill you, but now it seems that your force is powerless when it encounters high technology. ”

As he spoke, he pressed the volume button on the cash register on the center console. A white mist drifted out of the air conditioner as soon as he pressed the button.

Poisonous!

Yan Murong held his breath as soon as the fog floated out, and at the same time, he raised his foot and kicked towards the car door with all his strength.

"Bang-"

"Bang

The windows can be bulletproof glass, and the guardrails can also be bulletproof glass, but the doors must not be made of special metal, otherwise the cost will be too great.

As a qualified killer, the first thing you have to learn is how to escape, and the second thing you have to learn is how to kill the target in the shortest time, with the least investment, and the most unaware method. You took a job of 1 million, but spent 2 million to buy equipment, isn't it stupid?

Yan Murong stepped down a few times, and the car door was kicked a little miserably.

"Bang-"

There was another loud bang, the door finally couldn't bear the pressure, and directly broke away from the body, and Yan Murong also jumped out the moment the car door flew out, rolled on the ground a few times, unloaded his strength, stood up and quickly jumped over the barrier on the side of the road, and ran towards the rice field on the side of the road.

The killer disguised as a driver was not slow, and when Yan Murong jumped down, the car stopped. When Yan Murong turned over and jumped over the isolation belt, two bullets chased after him, hitting the isolation belt and sparking a little spark.

"Chirp-"

Yan Murong ran in front, and as soon as he raised his foot, he was hit by bullets on the ground.

This is the 21st century, the era of hot weapons, and simple cold weapons can no longer take much advantage.

There is a popular saying on the Internet - no matter how high your martial arts are, you are afraid of kitchen knives; No matter how many kitchen knives there are, they are afraid of bullets.

Yan Murong thought as he ran, it seems that he will have to get a gun with him in the future, and this is not a loss once or twice, just relying on a sword and a few silver needles, it is difficult to fight with a gun.

Not far in front of you is a rice field, at this time, the rice is in full bloom, and it is difficult to find if people hide in it. Yan Murong went around the irregular route, dodging the bullets at the same time, he had already run into the rice field, the green rice suddenly hid his figure, and the gunfire stopped.

The sound of wading through the water sounded, and the killer had already chased after him, holding a silencer pistol in his hand, and while observing the surrounding situation, he walked into the rice field where the water was knee-high.

It is possible to hide people in the rice fields, but there is also one thing that is not good, that is, the water in the fields.

For a killer, the ears and eyes are the most sensitive, and moving through the rice fields, it is easy to make sounds.

One-step.

Two steps - the killer's footsteps became slower and slower, and then he stopped, his eyes looked around vigilantly, and his fingers were also on the trigger, as long as there was the slightest abnormal movement, he would not hesitate to pull the trigger.