Chapter 348: Good kill, don't let it go

   Chapter 348 It's a good kill, don't let it go

   At the same time, late at night, in a small city, an inconspicuous black cafe welcomed a black man who was not tall but had unusually sharp eyes.

I saw him holding a 1958 10-yuan bronze franc coin in his hand, which suddenly appeared in front of the counter like a trick, and said lightly to an old man in his seventies and eighties who was wiping a red wine glass: "Give me a glass of Tequila. Scarlet." He said in broken Chinese.

"Oh?"

The old-fashioned white old man raised his head swayingly, his cloudy blue eyes looked at him quietly for a long time, and then he suddenly grinned and said, "Not bad. It seems that the recent boys are doing well." The words were spoken in Italian.

   Hearing this, the black man frowned slightly, but then the old-fashioned white old man got up swayingly, turned and entered an inconspicuous small door behind the counter.

   "This is what the guests left for you." After a while, his roll of white envelopes came back tremblingly.

"…Who are you?"

  The black man silently put the envelope away, turned around and left without saying a word.

   However, just as he was about to walk out of the door of the cafe, he suddenly couldn't help turning his head back, frowning lightly. Originally, he was not a person with so much talk, but the white old man somehow made him feel a little threatened, which made him really couldn't help asking this sentence.

  Because you know, he is the silver-medal killer of Italy's strongest killer organization-Crimson Teeth. It can make him feel dangerous just by looking at it. How many can there be in this world?

   "Me? It's not good for you to keep your mouth shut like this... You can call me old Pete, or... Shark." The old-fashioned old white man muttered, and shook his head slightly. But then, the corners of his turbid eyes suddenly showed a sharp look.

   Suddenly, the temperature in the entire cafe seemed to drop sharply, causing the black man who was originally very calm to tremble suddenly, his pupils constricted: "Are you a shark?"

   As the silver-medal killer of the Italian Bloody Moon, of course he is not unfamiliar with the title of 'shark', because that is one of the three most terrifying trump cards of their organization. He only knew that the shark disappeared inexplicably back then, and some people guessed that he was tired of it, so he chose to quit... But he didn't expect that today, twenty years later, he would actually meet each other here.

   followed, and he left without a word with a trembling corner of his mouth.

   "Hehe, unlucky boy."

   And the old white man watched the black man walk out of the cafe, and didn't close his eyes until he disappeared into the darkness of the night, went to the door, closed the door, and closed the door to thank you. And he murmured an intriguing sentence.

   It seems that those old guys are really old, confused, and have forgotten how terrible this ancient and mysterious country is.

   On the other side, the black man returned to the hotel room, took off his clothes, and the tights showed his sturdy figure. And those hideous scars on his body show his difference even more.

   "I don't know what the target is this time. It's actually worth 200 million by the Chinese."

While licking his lips gloomily and excitedly, he opened the envelope, took out a note full of numbers, then took out the microcomputer he carried with him, logged on to a website, The numbers on the note were entered.

   Chen Fei, from Beishan City, Jiangnan Province, 26 years old, has certain connections with Chen Zhenjun of the Chen family in the capital. I am an ancient Chinese martial artist, with a four-and-a-half-star combat rating and a four-star danger level.

   After seeing the introduction about the target on the website, the black man finally understood what the sponsor was willing to spend 200 million to buy the head of that person. Unexpectedly, the target is actually an ancient Chinese warrior, and the danger level is as high as four stars, which is a little troublesome.

"Ha ha."

However, he still twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, and a look of disdain appeared on his rude black face, and said: "But what if it is an ancient warrior? God is standing in our dark world in the west, our superpowers, is the most powerful!"

  Puff!

   As he said this, Ling Lie's coldness suddenly appeared in his eyes, and the corner of his mouth drew a cruel arc.

   The crackling sound in his hand was towards the tearing sound, but a white ball of light was faintly throbbing.

   Obviously, this guy is not an ordinary character, he is actually a light attribute ability user. Among the many elemental abilities in the western dark world, the attribute of light and darkness is known as the rarest and most powerful.

   So he is naturally qualified to be proud.

   And he has been in the line of killers since he was eleven years old, under the tutelage of one of the four most powerful trump cards in their organization - Blade Czech.

   You must know that the blade Czech, just by this title, can be regarded as a legend in the world of their killers, because he has never failed a mission. Even the werewolf castle on the ice and snow in northern Russia, and the corners of the Nordic mafia world, are rumored to have his reputation, and no one will be afraid of his master.

   However, his master has never stepped into the land of China to perform a mission. He doesn’t know why, and of course no one dares to ask. It's just that he was extremely disdainful of this in his heart.

   Is it because of those ancient Chinese warriors?

   But what if they were? Could it be that they can still be greater than our power users?

  Please, stop kidding, God is on our side.

   That's why he illegally and privately borrowed this business from Huaxia this time. After all, he was short of money recently because he was too dashing, and 200 million was enough for him to continue to be dashing for a long time.

  …

   The next day, when Chen Fei bought a train ticket and returned to Beishan City. Wang Dashan, one of the five deputy instructors of Flying Leopards in the special departments of the three provinces of Lingnan, has now appeared in Dong Wencheng's office in Tongzhou City.

  Since he successfully became an innate powerhouse, his position naturally followed, and he was promoted to 'director' by exception. Second only to Chen Fei, the flying leopard's nominal chief instructor.

   "Director Wang is here, and he has lost his respect and respect." Dong Wencheng made a cup of tea for Wang Dashan himself with a smile, and handed it to him with both hands.

   is different from Chen Fei, because he and the other party met for the first time, and the other party was still a director-level 'head' of a special department like Feibao.

   "Secretary Dong is very polite. But you should also know that I will go to the Three Treasures Hall for everything." Wen Yan Wang Dashan smiled like a Maitreya Buddha, but he didn't put on any airs or gestures. Because he vaguely knew that Dong Wencheng in front of him seemed to have a good relationship with Chief Chen Fei and Chen, so he was naturally his own.

   "Director Wang is very polite. You can just say anything if you have anything." Dong Wencheng's expression froze when he heard this, and his face became straight.

   "Well, this is what Chief Instructor Chen asked me to investigate last night. Secretary Dong, take a look first." Wen Yan Wang Dashan squinted and smiled, and then handed Dong Wencheng a file in his hand.

   "...Sure enough."

   Hearing this, Dong Wencheng couldn't help but shrink his eyes slightly, and then his expression showed a solemn expression.

  Because he noticed that the title and words used by Director Wang Dashan... Instructor Chen? Of course he could react to who the name was referring to.

   Even though he was mentally prepared before that, when he really heard the other person's name, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. As expected of Mr. Chen Fei Chen, who can kill the innate powerhouse with his own hands, is his position in Feibao so powerful?

  Thinking like this in his heart, he quickly took the portfolio without falling hands or feet, took out the information in it, and looked down slowly in front of the other party. Look carefully.

   It's just that the more he looked at the thing in his hand, the more anger he felt, and a little bit of uncontrollable panic!

   It's no wonder, after all, sitting in his position, how can you not see that Niuniu won the first place in the civil service exam, but failed to be selected for this kind of tricky? But the information in front of him at this moment, the content written on it, was so detailed that even he couldn't help breaking a cold sweat.

   After all, how long has it been? In just one night, the other party has already investigated the whole matter clearly and thoroughly. How can this make him an official who is not worried?

Not to mention that this is not the most frightening thing, the most frightening thing is that this document also clearly describes all the people involved in this matter, and the big swells under their buttocks, which makes people annoyed just by looking at it, completely. unclean stuff.

   Especially about Liu Tianping, there are at least seven or eight lines of text about him.

  From when he stepped into the officialdom, to the various actions he has done over the past few years... It's almost as good as every detail, and Dong Wencheng almost broke out in cold sweat on his forehead.

   Because he knew very well that if this kind of thing was taken out, Liu Tianping would definitely not be able to eat it! It's useless even if there is someone behind you, because it's so dark.

   "Director Wang, I don't know what Mr. Chen means about this?" After a long silence, he said slowly.

   "It's easy!"

   Wen Yan, Director Wang Dashan Wang grinned, suddenly his tone sank, leaving a hint of coldness: "It's good to kill, don't let it go."

   It’s a good kill, don’t let it go!

   Hearing this, Dong Wencheng felt a shudder in his heart, and finally couldn't help the cold sweat dripping out of his forehead. He followed his expression slightly and said righteously: "Well, Director Wang, please rest assured, I already understand what to do here."

   "That's good. If that's the case, I'll leave you alone for now, and leave... Oh, yes, you can contact me if you need anything."

  Wang Dashan left a note with his phone number written on it, got up and left.

   (end of this chapter)