In the two assassinations, Zhang Xiaolin knew that he had already been on the assassination list of the Yucheng Military Command Bureau, and he stayed at home in the Zhang Mansion, where he had strict security measures, and only carried out remote command through those disciples who came to the mansion regularly to report to him.

On this day, I rushed to Zhang's Mansion, and through repeated audits and inspections by the gendarmes and bodyguards, the person who finally entered Zhang's Mansion was Wu Jingguan, a disciple of the current director of the Hangzhou Tin Foil Bureau.

"We searched for three or four days in Shanghai, and we could receive hundreds of pieces of information every day, but it was all nonsense. This thunder earthquake was as if it had gone up to heaven and into the earth, so that we didn't even feel a shadow. Even if we are still looking for him like this, as long as Lei Zhen takes that widow and continues to be a turtle with a shrunken head, it will be difficult to find him. ”

Wu Jingguan nodded again and again, "Yes, yes, yes, your old man's analysis is reasonable!" ”

"In Shanghai, I am the leader of the gang, I sharpened my head, and finally squeezed into the upper class, even if I see me Zhang Xiaolin, I have to pay three points. But what's the use of being famous? Out of Shanghai, I'm afraid that the name Zhang Xiaolin is not so good. ”

Zhang Xiaolin narrowed his usually thin and long eyes, stared at Wu Jingguan, and while reaching out and gently flicking the table top of the Eight Immortals Table in front of him, he said indifferently: "At least in Hangzhou, it is far from being useful to bring out your name Wu Jingguan." ”

"That's because they don't know Taishan with their eyes, and they don't have the opportunity to see your tiger power with their own eyes."

Wu Jingguan has been in the officialdom for so long, he is really familiar with the way of officialdom, how can he not know the real intention behind his teacher saying such words?

"Besides, the kind of small door and small temple in Hangzhou, why do you need to waste energy as a great god, teacher? Aren't you me contemplating, as long as the master sends a sentence, go up the knife mountain and go down to the sea of fire, there is absolutely no second word for contemplation! ”

Listening to his disciple's words of loyalty and loyalty, Zhang Xiaolin nodded with satisfaction, he picked up a file bag that had already been prepared from the table of the Eight Immortals, and handed it to Wu Jingguan.

"This is Xie Jinyuan's mother-in-law and two children, as well as all the information and photos of the little rabbit cub named Lei Zhen. I thought that even if the wind passed, there would definitely be many people staring at his head, and he might not dare to appear in a public place. It is likely that he will leave Shanghai by land, transfer to Hangzhou, and then take a boat to send Ling Weicheng's mother-in-law back to Guangdong. You have to prepare there in advance, let your subordinates keep their eyes open, and keep an eye on every strange face in and out of Hangzhou. When they run to Hangzhou, as long as they think they are safe, they will be careless, and they will reveal fatal flaws! ”

Zhang Xiaolin looked at this disciple who was like a little white rabbit in front of him, and said with a smile: "As long as you can catch Xie Jinyuan's mother-in-law and child, not to mention the 100,000 yuan bonus of the ocean, just by virtue of the merits that make you overjoyed, it is enough for you to climb another level in the officialdom!" ”

Wu Liangguan grinned, he carefully held the file bag that Zhang Xiaolin obviously received from the intelligence agency, and said respectfully: "Thank you Master for your advice, Liangguan must live up to his mission and set up a net in Hangzhou." As long as he dares to show his head in Hangzhou, I will definitely let him know that your protégés are all over the world. No matter where he flees, he can't escape your tiger might! ”

As the saying goes, thousands of clothes are worn, and sycophants are not worn, in the face of such a sweet-tongued disciple who can be reassured by his ability to do things, Zhang Xiaolin also smiled. At this time, the pair of master and apprentice suddenly heard a noisy noise in the courtyard downstairs, with a faint mixture of scolding.

Zhang Xiaolin and Wu Jingguan hadn't figured out what was going on, and there was a sound of flower pots being knocked over and broken in the patio.

Zhang Xiaolin poked his head out of the window and looked down, and as expected, it was his bodyguards who were good at the corners of their eyes and high enough, and there was infighting there. These guys keep Zhang's mansion to the brim, and in the case of extreme boredom, it seems that quarrels and fights have become an alternative spice in their lives. The only thing that surprised Zhang Xiaolin a little was that the protagonist who caused the dispute this time turned out to be the one who looked a little wooden and never liked to talk much, even if he pointed his nose and scolded him because he took too much leave, he didn't say a word.

This time, Zhang Xiaolin's disciple Wu Jingguan was by his side, so he saw that the bodyguards had infighting, although Wu Jingguan was smart and didn't say a word, but Zhang Xiaolin still felt that he had lost face.

"Fuck you!" Zhang Xiaolin's temper was violent, that was everyone's attention, he patted the window edge, and shouted angrily: "With Lao Tzu's banknotes, you have nothing to do when you are full all day long, right?" It's so noisy and unseemly in my place! Like you, don't follow Lao Tzu, lest you give Lao Tzu a face! Raising you, I might as well call my own gendarmes to show me the door. Give me your guns and get out! Get lost! Get lost! Get lost! Get the fuck out of here! When I see you, I'm fucking angry! ”

These bodyguards are usually used to being scolded by Zhang Xiaolin, as long as Zhang Xiaolin gets angry and scolds, whether it is a quarrel, a fight or almost a knife to steal the guy, they will immediately stop and obediently disperse. And they all know that with a surname like Boss Zhang Xiaolin, the anger comes and goes quickly, and it doesn't take a cup of tea to make his old man's anger disappear, as if nothing had happened.

At this time, the honest Lin Huaibu, who was scolded by someone and couldn't talk back, and Lin Huaibu, who had a relationship with Zhang Xiaolin, suddenly raised his head and shouted: "I'll fuck your sister, if you don't do it, you won't do it, Lao Tzu listens to you every day as a traitor, I'm fucking tired!" It's a big deal, everyone breaks up, and let Lao Tzu send you to the west!! ”

Seeing that Lin Huaibu dared to talk back in public, Zhang Xiaolin, who was already sixty-five years old, was so angry that his eyes straightened, and when he heard Lin Huaibu's last words clearly, he just screamed "not good" in his heart, and before his body had time to react, Lin Huaibu had already pulled out the pistol he personally issued to Lin Huaibu in a flash of lightning.

"Bang!"

The gun in Lin Huaibu's hand rang out, and a shiny bullet shell rolled happily in the air, sighing, and pulled out a circle of round-colored fog lines. And almost at the same time, a gorgeous blood flower suddenly bloomed on Zhang Xiaolin's throat, and Lin Huaibu, a sharpshooter known as a hundred steps through Yang, had already shot through his neck. And because Zhang Xiaolin was lying on the window of the three-story building, the bullet shot by Lin Huaibu hit Zhang Xiaolin at a 60-degree angle, coupled with the irregular movement of the bullet after it entered his body, this bullet finally rolled out of Zhang Xiaolin's right eye socket and jumped out.

Faced with this scene, everyone was stupid, stunned, and crazy. They stared blankly at Lin Huaibu, and watched Lin Huaibu finish firing a shot, and the whole thing shot out like an arrow off the string, rushing towards the Zhang Mansion that they had jointly protected for two years!

Standing next to Zhang Xiaolin, Wu Jingguan, who was watching the incident downstairs together, was even more frightened. It was under his stupid gaze that Zhang Xiaolin's right eyeball suddenly jumped out of his eye socket, but several blood vessels and several tenacity glands stubbornly pulled the eyeball that had already taken out of his eye for the master. As Zhang Xiaolin's body trembled like an electric shock, the eyeballs hanging upside down under their sockets were dangling there. And blood and a lot of sticky and greasy, God knows what kind of bezoar dog treasure stuff, was still squirting out of Zhang Xiaolin's right eye socket and his throat.

At this time, God knows if it's just the body's instinctive reflex nerve that is still working, or Zhang Xiaolin, the hooligan leader who has been mixed up by Shanghai Tang, does have the strongest vitality, his neck was broken, the bullet popped out of his right eye socket, and he could still reach out and cover his throat with all his might, and between his constantly trembling teeth, there was a "Gege" sound.

Wu Jingguan stood dumbfounded for a few seconds, he suddenly came to his senses, and he rushed to the telephone like crazy. The teacher, Zhang Xiaolin, is obviously no longer good, but no matter what, he must immediately notify the gendarmerie and ask them to immediately send someone to investigate and deal with Zhang Xiaolin's death.

Wu Liangguan, who usually holds the power of life and death, as long as his mouth moves, he can let a living person be thrown into the wilderness, or simply sink into the Huangpu River, at this time, his whole body is trembling, his fingers are on the dial of the telephone, he tries to calm himself, and tries to make himself dial the number that is too familiar, but his fingers are like the wind is evil, how can he not listen to the call, and his overly violent heartbeat makes him only feel that his whole body is weak and his legs are weak.

"Bang!"

The door of the room is made of precious wood and carefully carved by skillful hands, and suddenly the whole door with the frame flies up, drawing a short-lived, but absolutely graceful arc in the air, and then hits a precious vase that is more than one meter high, which is said to be an antique of the Song Dynasty.

In this chaos, a blood, and a burst of broken porcelain pieces flying around in a radial shape, Wu Jingguan Huo Ran turned his head, and he suddenly let out a hysterical scream, because the bodyguard who hit his mentor Zhang Xiaolin with one shot, Lin Huaibu, who had already committed a shocking bloody case and no longer had any scruples, had already rushed up!

The voice of "Mao Xi, Mao Xi" came from the phone, and Wu Jingguan finally broadcast the phone number of the Gendarme, but at this time, unless those Gendarmes are said to have practiced light skills to the peak and can play the super ninja of the instantaneous movement, otherwise, even if they dial the phone, what can they do?

He said that he was awesome, and he said that he was strong, but can they be faster than bullets, and can they bring the dead back to life?

Lin Huaibu stared at Wu Jingguan, who was standing there like a puppet, still holding the microphone in his hand, and he shouted loudly: "You're not a fucking good thing!" ”

"Bang!"

The gun in Lin Huaibu's hand rang out again, and Wu Jingguan only felt that an unstoppable force struck him in the head, and his body involuntarily flew backwards, and then he didn't know anything.

Lin Huaibu looked around the room, Zhang Xiaolin fell by the window, and his protégé disciple fell in front of the desk. The whole room was a real mess, the red was blood, the white was brain, the red and white colors were intertwined, and in this room, such a cruel, yet so beautiful pattern was drawn.

In the face of these two corpses, Lin Huaibu was laughing, he was laughing hard, he was laughing loudly, he was laughing so happily that he even laughed out of tears! He withstood a strange gaze, he withstood the infamy pointed out by Qianfu, joined Zhang Xiaolin's door, worked for Zhang Xiaolin with his own hands, saved Zhang Xiaolin's life, listened to Zhang Xiaolin's scolding, endured Zhang Xiaolin's violent noise, what he was most afraid of was that he had not completed the task assigned to him by Boss Du, and had not lived like a real Chinese in a dignified manner, and fell under the guns of others.

If that's the case, even if he dies, no one will stand up to correct his name. No matter what he has done, no matter how much he hates Zhang Xiaolin, in history, in the eyes of the world, he is still a scum who worked hard for Han Annihilation!

Now he finally doesn't have to worry about it anymore, and now he can finally puff up his chest!

Lin Huaibu really raised his head, he carried two pistols with slightly hot barrels in both hands, and strode down the attic. As he walked, he laughed, laughed, wiped his tears, wiped his tears, and shouted: "I killed Zhang Xiaolin, I killed the big Han Jian!" I, Lin Huaibu, killed Zhang Xiaolin, a big man! ”

The other twenty-seven bodyguards who got along with Lin Huaibu day and night all looked at Lin Huaibu silently, and it was only at this time that they suddenly discovered that this companion's body could burst out with such brilliant light and heat, and even had such passionate enthusiasm and loyalty to the motherland! Although they had subconsciously pulled out the pistol on their bodies, in the face of such a Lin Huaibu, no one was willing to raise the gun in their hands!

(To be continued)