"Invitation?"

"Cangmen Sect Master?"

Lin Yunhui was happy in her heart, you don't have an invitation, I do! Moreover, she also got a message from this person's mouth, what kind of Cangmen master is this funeral person!

It's just that she doesn't know what this cangmen does, just like many people in this world don't know what the mafia like Russian Tomahawk and Canadian Hell Angels do. [No pop-ups. 】

However, I don't know if I don't know, now is not the time to figure out what this Cangmen does, the first priority now is to squeeze in! There's no time to spare!

Otherwise, the other party is out of the funeral, what photos do you still take! How to complete the task of explaining yourself in the newspaper! How can I turn positive!

"No matter, fight!"

Glancing at the crowded scene in front of her, Lin Yunhui gritted her teeth and fought hard! Isn't it just squeezing through! She is a little thin, and when she sees the stitches, she can always squeeze through it with some time!

Besides, she has an invitation in her hand!

As long as you get to the front, you don't have to be afraid!

"Whew!"

Hearing that she could go in, Lin Yunhui let out a long breath, and at the same time, thinking of the crazy crowd just now, she herself was a little dazed, looked back at the black crowd, and stuck out her tongue.

Just now, she really didn't know how she came here!

It's just that when she turned her head to see what was happening in front of her, she was suddenly a little stunned.

"This ...... What kind of character is this Cangmen master......"

On both sides of the long street, there are rows of people in black, wearing sunglasses, with white cloth wrapped around their arms, their hands behind their backs, and their waists standing on both sides of the street.

Even when she saw the waists of these men in black, they were bulging! There seems to be something black!

"Guns!"

In an instant, Lin Yunhui reacted, although she had never touched this kind of thing with her own hands, but on TV and movies, she had seen it a lot! My face couldn't help but turn a little pale!

It's just that I was relieved to think that there were police guards here. These men in black may be police officers in civilian clothes!

"This Cangmen master can't be some dignitary in the United States, right?" Lin Yunhui guessed.

Later, she noticed that all the upper bunks and amusement facilities on the side of this Chinatown were all closed, and there was not a single tourist walking on the spacious street.

This road is blocked!

But this does not mean that the streets are empty, but one after the other, black cars drive in from another intersection and slowly move forward.

And these cars, all of which are luxury cars, what lengthened Rolls-Royce, Mercedes-Benz for bodyguards, etc., endure non-stop.

On both sides of the street, that is, on the side of the man in black, there were flashes and other flashes from time to time, and I saw two or three photographers, holding cameras, clicking and taking pictures.

But no matter what, you can't run to the streets.

Moreover, all these scenes only give Lin Yunhui one feeling, that is, "quiet"!

It's as if these police who form a human wall and block people from outside and can't get in are a dividing line, and on that side is noisy and noisy, while on this side, it is quiet and terrible.

The sound of these luxury cars driving on the road can't seem to be heard!

"No matter."

"Now that you're in, you have to get first-hand information!"

"Keep up with these convoys and walk to Tenth Avenue!"

Lin Yunhui's current mind is to complete the task "assigned" to her by the newspaper, after all, the most important thing is to become a regular, and the editor-in-chief is really good to her, and has assigned her such a big task!

This kind of solemn scene is by no means accessible to anyone who wants to come!

She was even thinking that maybe the department had already broken the head for this task! This kind of thing can fall on one of her interns, it's a big pie!

Thinking about it, he grabbed his camera and started running forward, but he didn't forget to stop and take a few photos of the convoy scenery on the road.

Second Avenue!

Third Avenue!

Fourth Avenue!

Each avenue is not very long, that is, the distance of one street, but even so, she Lin Yunhui was still shocked, because how many people and how many cars are there!

The scene at the entrance of First Avenue just now has spread to Fourth Avenue, and it is still stretching forward!

The streets are lined with big men in black! The middle of the street is full of luxury black cars!

Several streets are stained!

"This ...... The funeral of the owner of this Cangmen Gate is also beautiful enough. ”

Lin Yunhui swallowed her saliva, this kind of thing, she has never seen a young intern who has just graduated, this kind of situation is definitely a treatment that only very important political dignitaries can enjoy.

"No matter."

"Gotta hurry!"

Although she was a little tired from troving all the way, Lin Yunhui knew that she couldn't stop, there was no hour or two before twelve o'clock, and she had to rush there as soon as possible to familiarize herself with the situation.

Otherwise, when the other party is about to go into the coffin, he stepped forward and said that he wanted to take a photo, and he would not be killed by the other party!

Meanwhile.

Tenth Avenue.

Cangmen headquarters.

A solemn mourning hall.

In the middle of the room, there was an ice coffin, braving the slightest cold, which lowered the temperature that was not very high, and it was a little cold. Directly in front of the entrance, two meters above the ground, hangs a gray and white portrait, on which is an old man with a beard.

The spirit is vibrant, and the face is still there.

On both sides of the photo, there is a big couplet, on which is written "Six years of solid gold soup, ask who ignores the Tang people, desperate to teach and do their best; Shuangzhong is the same as the road, and when he hears the heterogene, he also admires the Wei Festival, and the soul is like a life. ”

The pen is vigorous and powerful, and it is obviously written by everyone in calligraphy.

Around the house, there are some white and yellow wreaths and the like, which make the whole mourning hall look very elegant.

At the same time, on both sides of the coffin, there were two rows of people kneeling, old and young, men and women, crying and crying, it was the family of Tang Ren, the master of the Cangmen Gate.

Just standing on the side, there are more than a dozen people. In the middle was a young man, in his twenties, with a white cloth wrapped around his right arm, but there was no sadness in his eyes, but he was staring at the entrance of the mourning hall, and the light flickered.

Because he knows that in less than an hour, there will be a big drama here, which will shock the whole world!

And he will be the dominant one!

He is none other than the new League of Legends leader, Ning Tianlin!

"Canadian Hell Angels Represented!"

"The Russian Tomahawk is represented!"

"Representative Jacob of Japan has arrived!"

"The representative of the Yamaguchi-gumi of Japan has arrived!"

"The French skinheads are here!"

......

Soon, outside the mourning hall, there was the sound of singing votes, and these mafia representatives came to mourn one by one, as they had discussed. And there are seven or eight people in each team.

Standing in the middle is the leader of each team's representatives, and the leader of each world-class mafia!

Note: Today's fifth watch. This is the first update.