It was night, it was dark early, and the night fog was full of cold moon.

Wang Qiang wore a night suit and quietly appeared at the checkpoint location of District 11 with a bone knife. These eight-meter-high barbed wire fences could not stop Wang Qiang from climbing over at all, and they were not even obstacles.

After passing this level, you will arrive at the headquarters of the Green Snake Gang.

Zhang Qingsnake, the boss of the Green Snake Gang, started in the slums of District 11, and a few years ago, by chance, Zhang Qingsnake got a third-level genetic medicine.

In other words, the average poor person will definitely sell it to pay back, which is a huge wealth, and there is not much difference from winning the lottery before the end of the world.

But Zhang Qingsnake is not an ordinary person, as a poor teacher with knowledge and ideals, Zhang Qingsnake injected a third-level genetic medicine by himself. Then everyone knows that Zhang Qingsnake became a genetic warrior, and gradually raised his level to level five, becoming a master with major general-level combat power.

But this Zhang Qingsnake did not defect to the military, nor did he become a mercenary leader, but became a gangster. This is unexpected, but it also makes sense.

Everyone has their own obsession to protect, and maybe Zhang Qingsnake also has it.

After listening to Brother Mang and Zhang Feifei talk about Zhang Qingsnake, a legendary gangster, Wang Qiang still decided to find Zhang Qingsnake, because he and Feifei had no way out!

Grabbing the barbed wire, Wang Qiang climbed up the rock like a gecko and jumped down from the other side. Before landing, Wang Qiang gently bent his knees, jumped a few steps after landing, and then walked casually to the residential settlement of District 11.

Walking on the streets of District 11, Wang Qiang clearly felt that District 11 was different. Compared to other settlements, District 11 is too clean.

Other outer ring settlements are more or less messy, and some settlements use kennels to describe them as insulting to dogs. But the 11th arrondissement is different, the trails here are unusually clean, the green belt on the roadside is trimmed and renovated, and the large trees stand in the shade, which is quite a bit of a small town.

Wang Qiang walked on the path, slowly approaching the population gathering area, the architecture here is very classical, but there are also a lot of Western elements, mixed styles in the night intertwined with a different style, so that Wang Qiang suddenly felt refreshed.

Walking through a closed commercial street, Wang Qiang walked into a community tavern. The 11th arrondissement at night is exceptionally peaceful, because the drunkards who can't sleep are hiding in four hidden taverns, like this one!

Pushing open the sliding door with ridiculously good sound insulation, a wave of sound and alcohol ignited Wang Qiang's cells.

Standing at the door, Wang Qiang couldn't help but stop, and was shocked by the scene in front of him.

Heavy metal melodies echoed through the tavern, and the drums of electric guitars and drums struck earth-shattering sounds.

The super singer holding the microphone on the stage is crying and howling, but in Wang Qiang's opinion, this guy is only a little better than the zombie.

As soon as Wang Qiang entered the door, there was a waiter with a loud voice standing next to the oak door shouting at the throat: "There are guests!" The sound was so loud that Wang Qiang's ears were numb.

The crowd of dancing crowds in front of Wang Qiang made way for a passage to the bar, Wang Qiang squeezed through countless small passages composed of round butts and choppy **, and finally reached the bar.

"This little brother is really familiar, what should I drink?" The bartender glanced at Wang Qiang, and then continued to wipe the cup casually.

"I want to ask you for a message...... "Wang Qiang didn't want to stay in this damn place for a moment, and immediately asked.

The bartender glanced at Wang Qiang with a little disdain, and yelled at the work room behind the bar: "Boss, someone has come to inquire about the news." ”

Out of the workshop came a middle-aged man with a height of 1.9 meters and a sturdy physique, this man was holding a shaker in one hand and a cigar in the other, and was swallowing clouds and fog while mixing wine.

The bottle size of a mineral water bottle looks very small in the man's fan-like hand, and the man's ultra-short-sleeved sweatshirt can barely hide the exploding muscles on his body.

"Young man, you want to inquire about it?" The man asked, taking a drag on his cigar and draining the smoke ring.

"Yes." Wang Qiang replied that time was pressing, and Wang Qiang did not hesitate to go straight to the topic.

The man smiled, put the shaker on the table, and then took out an empty glass from under the bar.

"You've come to the right place for news, and Evening Primrose Bar is always good news." The man said meaningfully.

Wang Qiang was overjoyed, and immediately said: "I want to inquire about ......"

But when Mei spoke, the man rudely interrupted Wang Qiang: "Alas, little brother, you have to understand the rules, you know." The rule here is to buy the glass of wine and drink it before you are qualified to inquire about it. ”

As he spoke, the man poured the freshly mixed wine into the footglass, and then unceremoniously flicked his fingers, and the wine glass flew across the bar and flew to Wang Qiang.

"This cup of Martinina, five hundred yuan, thank you." The man said as he puffed on his chin with one hand and enjoyed his cigar.

"I'm sorry, I don't drink." Wang Qiang took out five 100 new coins and handed them to the man.

This money was still given by Hao Yunlai when he bought the scale armor zombies.

The man's eyes puffed up and he said, "Little brother, don't drink, no news, this is also the rule!" ”

Wang Qiang was helpless, picked up the wine glass and drank the wine in the glass.

A violent cough followed, and Wang Qiang felt that his lungs were about to explode, and fire was about to erupt from his throat.

"Hahahaha, this cup of Martinina is very domineering, like me, I can only taste it, the little brother actually killed it in one bite, it's not simple, hahahaha." The man leaned back and laughed.

After coughing, Wang Qiang relieved the torment of alcohol a little, raised his head, and said to the man: "Now I can inquire about the news, right?" ”

"Of course you can, the night evening hotel is very disciplined." The man said.

"I'm asking someone." Wang Qiang said.

"Who?" The man extinguished the cigar in his hand, and the remaining half was put into his arms.

"This person's name is Zhang Qingsnake, and it is said that he is very famous in the 11th district." Wang Qiang replied.

The man's hand as he put away his cigar trembled, his lion-like eyes looked at Wang Qiang, and asked, "What are you looking for him?" ”

Wang Qiang's eyes condensed, squinted and said, "It's nothing, find a way to live." ”

"What's the way to live?" The man asked matter-of-factly.

"That's not what you should know." Wang Qiang replied coldly.

"Well, I won't ask. Zhang Qingsnake lives not far from here, and he is still a regular customer of our tavern, so he will come for a drink or two if he has nothing to do. If you're lucky, wait and so on. Ah, you see, Cao Cao Cao is here, he is coming. The man's eyes lit up, he pointed out the door and said.

Wang Qiang turned sideways and looked back, and suddenly there was wind in his ears, Wang Qiang felt a chill in his heart, knowing that he was careless!

hurriedly turned his head sideways to dodge, but Wang Qiang felt that his hands and feet were a little disobedient, and his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, what was going on?

There must be something wrong with that glass of wine, Wang Qiang thought to himself.

The wine glass smashed on his head, and then the man punched Wang Qiang on the back of the neck, Wang Qiang only felt that the sky was dark, and a string of small stars were flickering, and then he fainted.

The man looked at the fist with the misplaced bones of his hand, and muttered: "This person is really worthy of his reputation, no wonder Sky Eagle Song Ye will die at his hands, fortunately, Lao Tzu is prepared, otherwise I am afraid that this time I will be planted." ”

There was a fight in the bar, and everyone instantly fell silent, as if they were quite afraid of the owner of the bar.

"Alas, why did you stop, the wine drank and the song danced!" The man smiled, held Wang Qiang in one hand, and turned around and walked into the workshop.

Entering the workshop, the man pulled open the freezer near the innermost, and the floor where the freezer was pressed was a steel plate. The man grabbed the protrusion of the steel plate with one hand and pulled it hard, and the steel plate was stretched up.

It turns out that there is a secret passage here! The man took advantage of the moment when the steel plate fell, and jumped into the underground tunnel. The steel plate fell with a bang, shaking the ground, and the freezer that had been removed was affected and was shocked back to its original position.

The bartender outside the door heard the noise, and scolded while wiping the wine glass: "This square steel, doing things carelessly, is really fucking unreliable." ”

When Wang Qiang woke up, he found himself sitting on a jumping wooden chair.

It was a small house, about twenty square meters in size, dimly lit and a low-watt incandescent light bulb flickering with an erratic glow. Wang Qiang blinked hard, and his eyesight finally returned to its due clarity.

What caught Wang Qiang's eyes was the boss of Nightshade, a muscular man Fang Gang.

It was this person who attacked him, Wang Qiang was annoyed for a while, and he couldn't help but raise his hand to beat this guy!

"Hey, boy, don't get excited, there's something to say." Fang Gang pinched Wang Qiang's fist, but his hand was not honest at all.

Wang Qiang felt the strength coming from Fang Gang's hand, and knew that this muscular man wanted to subdue himself with force. immediately fought back, and his fist came out and hit Fang Gang's palm.

With a sound of flesh, Fang Gang's cheeks twitched, the tendons and flesh on his body trembled together, and the whole person fell out.

"I you have so much strength! Martinina's effect passed so quickly? You're such a monster. Fang Gang lay on the wall, gasping for breath.

Wang Qiang's heart is uncomfortable, just now this guy smashed a wine glass on his head, but he didn't hesitate, for this kind of person, Wang Qiang doesn't plan to be reasonable, he knows how to beat him.

"Slow down, lad." A voice came from the front.

Wang Qiang's hair stood on end, in such a small room, he didn't even notice the existence of a third person!

In the shadow of the corner, a man in his fifties was holding his bone knife and studying.

The man's face was rough, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and a pair of glasses with stickers tied to the shelves hung from the bridge of his nose.

The man looked very thin, wearing only a black sleeveless vest, a pair of five-point pants, and a pair of single-ended plastic slippers tucked at his feet on winter nights.