After getting the information he wanted, Zhang Jing raised his hand to kill the other party, and the body was put into the Mithril space.

As for the so-called oath?

I'm sorry, Zhang Jing only believes in the God of Wealth, not in God.

Then it's time to clean up, and after an hour, leave the spot and walk along the tunnel pipeline from the ground with the smart beans.

It's easy to see that somewhere underground the guards are visibly strict, numbering as many as 22 rifles and pistols moving around.

Judging from other metals, there are at least 20 people at Zhang Jing's feet at this moment.

As expected, with so many people guarding one place, there is a high probability that it is a warehouse.

At this time, Zhang Jing was entangled in his heart, should he do it now, or wait for the money and goods to be robbed together when he traded tomorrow?

The answer is obvious, it's best to stay in your pockets and avoid long nights and dreams.

The tunnel is very long, and not every place is guarded, Zhang Jing dug a pit twenty-six or seven meters away from the warehouse location, and smoothly entered the dimly lit tunnel.

The tunnel is about 1.2 meters wide and 2 meters high, so two people can walk side by side.

With 20 meters of metal visibility, Zhang Jing'er was fat and oily, holding a gun in one hand and a shield in the other, and headed in the direction of the warehouse.

The guards were very careful, no one spoke loudly, let alone made a loud noise, and it was quiet.

But Zhang Jing knew that they were in front.

There were still about 13 or 14 meters away from the warehouse, Zhang Jing stopped, and an A-line heavy bulletproof card appeared in front of him, and two grenades appeared in his hand at the same time.

Don't hesitate, don't be soft-hearted, pull off the safety ring, and throw the two grenades one after the other.

I didn't feel enough, so I threw the third and fourth grains in.

A group of guards with guns, some were closing their eyes and pretending to rest, some were playing cards, and they heard the sound of metal rolling on the ground, and subconsciously looked at it together.

Then the rolling lumps exploded, and they continued to explode.

The scene suddenly became chaotic, a large amount of dust rose up, and the vision became blurred.

Taking advantage of the danger, Zhang Jing followed him into the tunnel warehouse, holding an enhanced version of the Arca rifle in his hand, and replenishing all the guns that could move and pant.

As his fingers continued to press, watching the blood splash and the skull jumping wildly, Zhang Jing was calm and very calm at this moment.

It's not okay if you don't calm down, after all, there are about 20 people on the other side, and maybe the boat will capsize in the gutter.

Forty seconds, or maybe only thirty, Zhang Jing was sure that he had temporarily gained control.

Then there is the harvest time, like the rice piled up in the supermarket, 2 tons are piled up in the corner.

The action quickly took it all away.

Don't waste time, go back the same way, backfill the tunnel dug by the peas, and leave many tricks in it.

On the ground, Zhang Jing left on a motorbike and returned to San Antonio, 260 kilometers away.

At the same time, five people died in a warehouse underground.

Looking at the position, the mustache, the small suit, the big eyes, the middle-height man is obviously the big leader.

All the mustaches in front of him felt angry and angry, screaming to find the murderer.

The men quickly found the hole with obvious backfills.

Four minutes later, the explosion occurred again, and a grenade with a safe open was dug out of the hole.

The younger brother killed one person on the spot, and the big boss was hit in the eye by a fragment, shattering his brain, and died on the spot.

Unbeknownst to him, Zhang Jing went to the outskirts of San Antonio at four o'clock in the morning, stayed at a Holiday Inn hotel, and slept until noon.

If it hadn't been for Miss Emma's call, he would have slept longer.

"Mr. Jack," Emma called for help, "and after you left, the Titans still refused to cooperate with the study."

"Miss Ava," Zhang Jing confused and poured out the truth, "the Titan is spoiled, you need to give it a little color to see, or it will keep refusing to work."

Emma didn't expect that the cause of the Titans was being spoiled.

With the professional advice of the veterinarian, Emma decided to make the Titan suffer.

Hanging up the phone, Zhang Jingyang lay on the bed and continued to sleep, the next second

His eyes opened suddenly, and he suddenly realized that the treasure of the Southern Army might be buried in the Xu family's 20,000-acre farm.

The reason is simple, "Gettysburg" is more famous.

It's like the recent popular Zibo barbecue, thinking that Zibo is a city, but in fact it is a prefecture-level city.

There are also 5 districts and 3 counties below, which are very large.

But if you are not a local, when you talk about Zibo, you instinctively feel that it is a city.

Or a small place where the range is understandable.

This is the end of the calf.

Xujia Farm covers an area of 20,000 acres, and it is said that the security level is very high, and people are not short of money, how can this be done?

The answer is that there is a way, and Zhang Jing is already doing it, but the process is relatively slow.

Like the godfather Vito Corleone, he has a huge yamen connection.

The business involves pornography and gambling, that is, it does not involve the bread industry.

The reason is that the bread industry has large short-term profits, but it is a long-term thing that corrodes the foundation.

The godfather saw this, and his opponents saw this, so they tricked the godfather's son into the bread business.

Before the elder Dakkin asked, should the business between Greens and Xu Zhengzheng continue?

Zhang Jing asked Lao Dai Jin to follow the method of "The Godfather", and the idea was to corrode the other party.

It just so happens that this replenishment is successful, maybe it will be able to destroy the Xu family's roots in Citigroup in one fell swoop, so as to swallow the elephant once?

The task of finding the treasure of the Southern Army did not fail, Zhang Jing was in a beautiful mood, and went to find Xu Jiu after taking a shower.

Xu Jiu is the general manager of the Bomber Rugby team, owning 20% of the shares, and the actual manager.

It just so happened that there was another game today, and Zhang Jing came to the Alamo Dome, a rugby stadium that opened in May '93 and can accommodate 65,000 spectators.

Zhang Jing saw a female manager with inch hair and a capable image at the entrance of the No. 1 stadium.

"Long time no see," Xu Jiu greeted, "Why did you suddenly come to San Antonio?"

"It's not a sudden," Zhang Jing chatted, "I watched the game here a week ago, and the bombers won by a big margin against the Texans."

Xu Jiu was in a good mood, "Now there are competitions every week, guess how much money we can earn from a competition?"

"What is there to guess?" Zhang Jing refused, "I have seen it all from the financial statements."

Xu Jiu's eyes seemed to be able to see through his heart, "It's not a shame to lose once in me, I know you never read the report, guess."

was exposed, Zhang Jing didn't blush at all, and casually guessed: "800,000 meters."

Syllable!

Xu Jiu snapped his fingers, "Wrong, selling tickets, advertising, and TV broadcasts, all add up, on average, you can earn 1.8 million to 1.9 million yuan per session, which is the result of removing the rent of the venue."

"Uh," Zhang Jing was surprised, one game a week, "why are there so many?"

"Naturally, the audience is willing to pay for tickets, adult tickets are 20 meters each, and the attendance rate of each game is almost full, and advertising revenue and TV broadcast revenue are also the majority."

Zhang Jing gave Xu Jiu a thumbs up, "You did a great job, I almost sold it in the early days."

Xu Jiu's expression was a little proud, she did put a lot of effort and effort into pulling the bomber up.

"By the way," Xu Jiu thought of something, "someone wants to buy a bomber and bid for 7 small rice yuan targets."

Zhang Jinggang was about to ask who it was, but when he heard the movement, he turned to look behind him.

A middle-aged man with an image similar to Xu Mouyin, with a group of suits and white shirts, strode over.