The next afternoon, Los Angeles' Century Plaza was bustling with children, with balloons in one hand, millet and cookie crumbs in the other, and a huge number of doves of peace flapping their snow-white wings to peck at them. Straddling tall horses and lobster-dressed cavalrymen wore heavy steel helmets on their heads, and the tall flower feathers were gently lifted by the warm wind, looking funny and warm. Classical bronze sculptures are "urinating" a stream of clear spring water, a waterfall falls into the water jar, and colorful ornamental fish swim happily in the gentle sun. Huge and fluffy Mickey and Donald Duck took pictures with tourists from all over the world in their arms, and the glittering roller coaster with screams of horror, excitement and excitement filled everyone's faces.

The crowd suddenly let out a cry of surprise, and then thousands of heads were crowded, shoulder to shoulder, Meng Lihuan, who is known for being "close to the people", wearing a simple linen-colored suit and showing a charming smile, suddenly appeared in the venue, and frequently waved to the crowd. There were only four bodyguards behind him, although everyone knew that Meng Lihuan would come to give a grand speech this afternoon, but no one would have expected him to be so relaxed and unrestrained, which in itself was a huge trust in the people. People immediately surrounded him, asking this and that, Meng Lihuan was not surprised, and he was full of witty, which won the applause of everyone and the applause was like thunder. Soon, the atmosphere in the venue was pushed to the top, and many people actually lifted him around the square.

In the crowd, Meng Ying laughed and trembled, shouting her father's name with a flushed face, and a large group of young people she found lost no time in playing aggressive slogans. At the other end, Ning Yongye's sharp gaze moved away from Meng Ying and turned to Meng Lihuan again. He sighed regretfully, after all, in his eyes so critical, Meng Lihuan was still a rare incorruptible person, and if it was possible, he wanted Meng Lihuan to become the supreme leader of human politics more than anyone else.

But reality and hope often run counter, Ning Yongye took out a pistol from his arms and aimed at Meng Lihuan. At this time, Meng Lihuan had already moved to the other corner of the square where it was difficult for ordinary people to observe clearly with the naked eye, but Ning Yongye could still see clearly, he couldn't get too close, so as not to be noticed by Meng's bodyguards, and then he would have to kill more people.

But at this moment, a burly bodyguard behind Meng Lihuan seemed to sense something, quickly pulled out his gun and turned around beautifully, and the other three bodyguards immediately understood, pulled Meng Lihuan down, and surrounded him in the center on all sides. The people who were close at hand were startled and dodged. But despite the excellence of these bodyguards, they still couldn't see who was the danger signal in the vast sea of people in the huge square. Ning Yongye's gun rang out, and the forehead of a bodyguard was like a chicken breaking out of a shell, bulging out a bubble of blood, sneering out, and falling down with a bang.

The other three bodyguards were not as frightened as the crowd that was frantically fleeing at this time, but made a quasi-group judgment for the direction of the bullet very professionally, although they had already found the still thin young man in the crowd running in all directions, but although there were three of them, it was difficult for them to fight back because they were afraid of accidentally injuring the crowd, but Ning Yongye was just the opposite, he could still accurately aim at the next bodyguard, although Ning Yongye's gun did not carry far-infrared scanning, But the strong message of death had firmly grasped the bodyguard with an indescribable unprecedented fear, and he couldn't move.

At the last moment, Ning Yongye turned around suddenly, a shot was fired, sparks flashed on the roof of an office building in the distance, and a sniper screamed and fell with a gun, screaming one after another. It was just an ordinary pistol, which was almost out of range, not to mention the head.

It can be seen that Meng Lihuan's pro-people behavior is somewhat hypocritical, and his bodyguards are far more than four. When Ning Yongye turned around again, a tourist who was less than three meters in front of him who was originally running with the current had already raised his gun and aimed it at him. But the man's eyes suddenly flickered, Ning Yongye had already passed by him, and quickly shook the fingernails splashed with fishy blood, and there was a thin pale red line on the man's neck, which then expanded more and more, the color became more and more intense, and there was a fluttering sound, and it splashed outwards fiercely.

The cavalry did not have pistols, but they had long sabers, one of them tried to come up and pounce on Ning Yongye, Ning Yongye wanted to shoot too late, so he stretched out his hand, the horse's eyes bulged out with bloodshots, and then went crazy, several horses trampled on each other together, and the cavalry fell down one after another.

After evacuating most of the tourists to safety, the plainclothes guards in the crowd also appeared, stretching their hands into their arms. Ning Yongye dodged a few times and floated in front of the first person, the person was startled and was about to draw the pistol out, Ning Yongye pressed his left hand, and the person screamed, and his hand could never be taken out. Ning Yongye used him as a shield and tapped the trigger outwards with precision. Although he did not have any shooting training, his eyesight grasped all the hard-to-observe distances and small movements in time, the gun hit, until the bullet was finished, he took advantage of the situation to hold the gun in the arms of the "shield" and continued to shoot back, and when he threw the crimson body on the ground, only Meng Lihuan himself who was trembling in the distance and three bodyguards who ran out of bullets were left, until now, none of their bullets had ever hit Ning Yongye.

Suddenly, there was a boiling and thunderous shout of anger not far away, and dozens of fanatical Meng Lihuan supporters rushed towards Ning Yongye with wooden sticks and tools that could be used. Ning Yongye knew that they might not all be the masses, but he didn't want to kill the people who were not lethal, anyway, the other party had no power to resist. Suddenly, an iron rod hit him on the top of his head, and as soon as Ning Yongye shook his hand, the attacker rose into the air and fell into the fish pond under the bronze statue.

After passing through the layers of obstacles, Ning Yongye could already see Meng Lihuan fleeing in embarrassment towards the Lincoln car not far away, surrounded by three bodyguards, he immediately increased his speed, and three seconds later, his hand had reached the back of the bodyguard's head at the back of the hall. The bodyguard had already expected this situation, and turned around with a knife, and before he could stab it, he felt a strange coolness in the gums under his tongue, and suddenly secreted a large amount of saliva, and it turned out that Ning Yongye had already put the five fingers of his right hand into his mouth. Suddenly, the bodyguard let out a terrible wail, and more than a dozen teeth mixed with saliva and blood were pulled out of his mouth like a bean, Ning Yongye grabbed his hair again, and shook the ground, and the bodyguard hit and injured the other two peers, and the three of them slid straight out of ten meters away, knocking over Lincoln's glass window, the car turned over, and the sharp fragments cut their bodies into a blur of flesh and blood, and the large flow of blood was like the red graffiti of hippies on the street, which looked shocking.

Meng Lihuan didn't expect that the other party alone could kill and injure nearly 100 people in a row, and now that he was isolated and helpless, he could only sit back and wait, he tried his best to stabilize his emotions and asked, "Young man, what grudge do you have with me?" Why do you have to kill me? I'm a decent person when I ask myself, I don't have any bad habits, and I haven't done anything harmful......"

Ning Yongye took a step forward, but was suddenly covered by a huge shadow, and before he could turn around, the fluffy Mickey had already pulled the trigger, Ning Yongye's body twisted strangely, and the sound of gunfire resounded in the lonely square. Ning Yongye slowly turned around and faced "Mickey". The actor of "Mickey" took off his heavy hat and approached him step by step. Ning Yongye stretched out his hand and took out a smoky bullet from the place where he was shot in the abdomen, but there was no blood dripping, and the muscles in his abdomen slowly became smooth from a depression, leaving only a small trace of burnt black. The actor of "Mickey" looked at Ning Yongye in disbelief, his whole body trembled violently, and he forgot to run for his life. Ning Yongye flicked his fingers, and the bullet nailed the plasma in the skull into the bark behind "Mickey's" head.

"You...... Who the hell are you? Meng Lihuan has lost his fighting spirit, he only knows that no matter how he resists, he can't escape the poisonous hand of the devil in front of him......

"Ah——! Ning Yongye! Ning Yongye turned his head, and Meng Ying was trembling and holding a gun at him. At this time, Meng Ying's image was unacceptable, due to excessive fear and anger, snot and tears were mixed together, and her face was confused.

"Qin ...... Ningyong Night ...... Why? If you don't support me, forget it...... Why are you doing this...... Why did you kill my dad and kill so many people? I...... What a grudge I have against you! ”