Wang Fuxing considers himself a very trustworthy person.

This seemingly nonsensical crazy kidnapping directly blackmailed the Tang family, and one billion yuan was released as soon as it was in hand, this is the oral agreement between Wang Fuxing and Tang Qianxi, the third elder of the Tang family.

Now that the money has arrived, Wang Fuxing did release Tang Xing, but after breaking his two legs, he killed the person who came to pick up people, in a sense, although Tang Xing is now broken leg, he is already safe.

As for whether he can return to the capital to live his life as a young master again, how to go back, these are not things that Wang Fuxing is willing to care about, and if he makes money, he will not lose his credit, which is enough.

"When I go back, I have to live the life of a rich man, shooter, what do you like? The young master bought it. We're big money now, big money knows? It means that it is not bad for money. You and Lingxi both like Yonghe soy milk, don't you? Bought. And we have to buy more, how about we have a drink and a drink? ”

Wang Fuxing walked out of this abandoned factory slowly, without the consciousness of just leaving a large amount of bloody sins, but a huge amount of money in hand, in a good mood, complacent, subconsciously wanted to hug the woman who had been with him most of the time to tease him, but he stretched out his hand and found that this time Huangfu Lingxi did not follow, he could only touch his nose and joke with the shooter.

"Young master, I like to eat beef noodles made of Yonghe soy milk, the kind that adds more beef."

The shooter followed behind Wang Fuxing lightly, smiled and smiled, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, this woman who is two years younger than Wang Fuxing always keeps in mind her identity and position, that is, the Sagittarius of the zodiac, most of the time, she even forgets her gender, only when she faces the young master alone, she can realize that she is still a woman who can still warm his bed as long as the young master is willing, not a killer who can only kill people with guns.

What blood, sins, these are not things she cares about, and she doesn't bother to care, the young master is happy, and she is happy.

"Then buy two bowls, eat one bowl and throw one bowl."

Wang Fuxing laughed, left the sword three breaks, walked out of the gate of the factory with the shooter, stood at the door for a while, and slowly took off the pure white gloves he was wearing and threw them to the shooter.

This is a disposable clean glove specially taken before departure, which will not leave any fingerprints, Wang Fuxing has been breaking the rules since his debut, but no matter how much he destroys, he will not exaggerate that he dares to hold a gun and kill people on the street.

There is no underworld in the Celestial Empire.

This sounds very fake, but it is not false, no matter where there are illegal gangs, even Wang Fuxing's group of people, including Wang Fuxing, they cannot reach the height of a real epic gangster, and the battles between the various forces of the Celestial Empire generally cannot involve high-end weapons, most of them are some pieces of knives and iron rods.

Gun?

All the forces have their own channels to get these things, but they rarely use them.

Buy a clean gun, but also buy a clean bullet, the AK in Wang Fuxing's hand is different from the kind of thing that shoots five shots and has three shots in the small weapons workshop, they are all imported real guys bought from the black market, the gun is easy to buy, but it can really be regarded as clean, even if the bullet is found, the murderer's bullet is limited, and the bullets that Wang Fuxing just shot in the factory are enough to buy a QQ.

And what Ken San, who stayed behind to deal with the aftermath, had to do was to eliminate all traces of the few of them coming here, and try to recover the warheads that a few of them had shot out and collect them, and finally put a fire on this place to destroy all the evidence of the crime.

The shooter skillfully took the gloves, took out the lighter, lit it, and threw it in the grass next to him, watching them burn into ashes before he said softly: "Young master, let's go back to the car first." ”

"Well, go back to the car first, it's not safe here, someone will see it."

Wang Fuxing nodded, and first raised his feet and walked towards the A8L a few hundred meters away.

The shooter's face turned red for no reason, glanced at Wang Fuxing, didn't say anything, and followed silently.

Wang Fuxing walked forward for a distance of about ten meters, his footsteps suddenly stopped, and he turned around in an instant.

The shooter who was thinking crankily didn't pay attention, and directly put it on his chest, and raised his head with a flushed face, only to find that the young master was frowning, carefully looking at the dark environment around him.

Several dilapidated factories look more and more eerie and cold in the night.

"Young Master, what's wrong?"

The shooter suddenly reacted, his mind instantly focused, and he looked around with some vigilance.

Wang Fuxing was silent for a while, shook his head with a self-deprecating smile, grabbed the shooter's shoulders and asked her to be side by side with him, and said flatly: "It's nothing, it may be a natural reaction after a windfall from the sky, wherever you go, you feel that someone is secretly watching and getting into the car." ”

The archer pursed his lips and smiled, feeling the hand of the young master holding his shoulder, and only felt a sense of peace and tranquility.

The figures of the two gradually walked farther and farther away in the night, and finally formed two small black dots under the street lamp.

Fifteen minutes later.

Kensan, who had a calm face, also walked out of the factory, holding the AK47 in his hand tightly in one hand, and a faint figure in the other hand.

Tang Xing, Young Master Tang.

For the first time in his life, he was tortured and psychologically frightened by this kind of **, and after being overstimulated, he now has no strength to even moan and beg for mercy.

Jian San's eyes were sharp and cold, and after scanning the surroundings for a week, Tang Xing in his hand was still on the side of the road and left quickly.

In the factory building behind it, thick smoke billowed and flames soared into the sky.

In the dark and cold night.

Fell back into a long, peaceful silence.

Only the growing firelight raging, the black smoke and the black night, after merging into one, do not distinguish each other.

A long time, a long time.

Kensan's figure has completely disappeared and never returned.

In the shadow of the wall of Fangshan Machinery Factory, I suddenly remembered a crisp and pleasant coughing sound, which seemed to be choked by the burning billowing smoke.

Two beautiful-looking women slowly appeared in the dark, and the one who walked in front was an unusually young-looking woman, staring at the direction where Wang Fuxing and Jian San left, her cold and beautiful eyes were full of pleasure and resentment before revenge.

Behind her, an indifferent woman who looked very mature was holding a camera, subconsciously aiming at the direction of Wang Fuxing's departure.

It was Tang Ning and Song Qingyu, who originally decided to find a random hotel to stay in, but changed their minds halfway!

"Miss, should I go and bring Young Master Tang Xing back?"

Song Qingyu held the camera and said softly, looking at Tang Xing, who was lying on the side of the road twitching slightly, there was no emotion in his eyes.

"Wait, let him suffer for his father. Recently, the third uncle has been very restless and has been very close to Tang Xiao, if we don't wait for Tang Xing to appear when he is completely desperate, why would he be grateful to us? ”

Tang Ning said coldly, looking at the cousin who was the same grandfather as himself not far ahead, without the slightest sympathy.

Song Qingyu was wisely silent.

This kind of topic, no matter what her identity is, is not easy to express her opinion.

It's just that Tang Ning didn't seem to realize this, she was silent for a while, sighed, and continued: "Since the death of the second uncle, the pressure on our side has increased, but the third uncle still turned his elbow out for some interests, supporting the eldest grandfather's faction to be the master, if it weren't for everyone's family affection, I really want to leave directly, Tang Xing's life and death have nothing to do with me at all." ”

Song Qingyu hesitated slightly, and said appropriately: "In this way, it may not be impossible for the third master's family to teach a little lesson." ”

She deliberately accentuated her tone with a slight two words.

Tang Ning snorted coldly and said viciously: "Lesson? It is useless to teach one's own family. The source of all this is Wang Revival! It was he who influenced my status in the Tang family! He killed my second uncle, I want revenge, I want him to die, let him die! ”

Song Qingyu turned off the camera in his hand with a calm face, and sighed secretly, after the last time Miss returned from Jinling, her personality seemed to have become more and more extreme.

Is it good or bad?

Song Qingyu was reluctant to comment more, and he didn't think he had that qualification.

Tang Ning's voice was sharp, the look in his eyes became more and more crazy, and finally snorted coldly, took the camera in Song Qingyu's hand, turned on the video content, squinted his eyes, and said softly: "Wang Fuxing, you finally fell into my hands once." Once, that's enough. ”

She raised her head and glanced at Song Qingyu, and ordered softly, "Sister Song, go and bring that waste to me." ”

Song Qingyu agreed, and walked directly to Tang Xing, who was lying on the ground and dying.

Miss Tang carefully held the camera in her hand, walked to the two Passats she parked on the side of the road, and looked at the contents of the camera while walking, the content of the camera was actually very simple, nothing more than the scene of Wang Fuxing coming out of the factory and taking off his gloves and handing them to the shooter, as well as his high-spirited posture, and finally the picture of Jian San carrying Tang Xing out of the factory.

These are a few worthy pictures.

But Tang Ning watched it with relish, and after watching it twice in a row, he muttered to himself: "Xia family? Hmph, I'll see who dares to save you this time! ”