The Strongest Violent Soldier Chapter 203: Pretending to be B must be struck by lightning! (Two

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If this is a cowardly person, the aura of Wang Meng's body alone can scare him to death.

He is actually a master of masters?

Peter felt that Wang Meng's momentum was similar to his father's, and even a bit stronger, because Wang Meng was young and youth was the advantage.

Peter chaotic face pale, knowing that he is definitely not Wang Meng's opponent.

"Let's go together!" Peter suddenly shouted, but his body quickly retreated, rushing to the door.

He is arrogant, but he is not a fool, he will not do things to die.

It's just that he forgot the qualities he should have as a killer, calm! He made a fatal mistake, that is, forgetting the dozens of gunmen in front of the rostrum, forgetting that there was no one at the door, and forgetting that he became a living target where no one was there!

If he is still standing there, he will only face Wang Meng alone, and there are several killer elites beside him, he can hold it for a while.

Besides, there are still many reporters squatting on the ground, shivering. Those are his bunkers, and it may even make the other party scrupulous and dare not shoot the reporters. After all, this press conference was organized by Li Feifei, and Wushuang Media was unable to explain to the Italian government when the reporter died.

It's just that, although Peter is a killer, he has always grown up under the protection of his father. Under Wang Meng's powerful momentum, he panicked and couldn't choose his way.

DaDaDa...

The burst of gunfire suddenly sounded like a puff again, and Peter, who was praised by the Assassin's Guild as a martial artist and hopeful of inheriting his father's position, was instantly beaten into a sieve and fell to the ground.

A killer needs to be cultivated, not your martial arts high-strength rice wine is suitable for a killer. Peter, who was always sheltered under his wings, was sad. Even before his death, he had forgotten that he knew how to martial arts, and he had forgotten to avoid him. Everything was messed up because of fear. Killer, what you need most is calmness...

At the same time as the gun sounded, Wang Meng's figure flashed out quickly, shuttled between the killers.

The army thorns in Wang Meng's hand were dazzling brilliance. Although the several killers in front of him, although they did their best, they were not able to withstand a single blow.

In just ten seconds, these killers lay dead on the ground. Moreover, all the parts of the heart were pierced to the heart, and the blood ran back and forth, and the blood was gurgling, and the dead could no longer die.

After Wang Meng killed all the killers, he glanced at Peter's corpse not far away, and couldn't help but wonder, is this Peter's killing technique based on death? Why is it so vulnerable?

"Peter..." Suddenly, there was a sad roar outside the door, and a figure shot from outside the door, at an incredible speed.

Wang Meng raised his hand to stop the brothers of the mercenary group who were raising their guns to shoot.

The visitor is a tall, skinny old foreign man with all white beard and hair, dry skin, old folds, pale skin, and he seems to be skinny except bones.

Wang Meng just glanced, his eyes condensed, he saw that this person is a master.

Although he is a master, he is extremely fast, but he may not be faster than the dense bullets. But Wang Meng's eyes were sharp, and he saw a large number of policemen at the door.

Killing in front of the local police? Even Wang Meng had to be jealous. He was not worried about his own safety, but worried that Li Feifei would be involved in the event.

Wang Meng regrets it now. He had long known that he would not say that he was Li Feifei's younger brother at the press conference. Now, he can't run even if he wants to.

The monk ran away, the temple is still there!

"Why don't you listen to the words of being a father? Why are you here?" Old Paul held his son's corpse, tears all the time.

"Did you kill my son?" Suddenly, old Paul stared at Wang Meng with a pair of green eyes, his eyes flooded with fierce light, hatred, and infinite sorrow.

"He is only allowed to kill? I am not allowed to kill him?" Wang Meng looked at the foreign old man and said lightly.

"Do you know his identity? Is he still responsible for killing? What qualifications do you have to kill him?" The old man gently put down Peter's body, said every word, and walked towards Wang Meng step by step.

Although the old Paul is skinny and skinny, his momentum has improved step by step as he moves forward.

This is not murderous, but a strange aura.

Wang Meng's eyes shrank again.

Internal strength?

This is the breath of internal power!

This old man has actually cultivated his internal strength.

Internal power, also called Dantian power, belongs to the internal power of martial arts. The internal power of martial arts is equivalent to the true qi produced by qigong, but it is definitely much stronger than qigong.

In today's world, all martial artists who have cultivated their internal strength are fabulous, but they are not without them, but they are definitely rare.

You can only be called a warrior if you have internal strength.

Strong!

Very strong!

Wang Meng made a comment.

Wang Meng calmly looked at old Paul who was walking step by step, and the wind said lightly. "You are Kanio Paul, the president of the Paradise Killer Guild? He is your son Peter? Actually, I know your identity very well!"

Wang Meng faced old Paul, who was pressing every step of the way, without moving, suddenly the murderous intent on his body disappeared.

In a blink of an eye, Wang Meng's momentum disappeared, even his anger was gone. It was like a dead person without a breath of life, but Wang Meng's eyes were moving and he could speak, which proved that he was still alive.

Old Paul was stunned when he heard Wang Meng's answer. He suddenly saw Wang Meng's strange changes. Old Paul's expression changed drastically. He immediately stopped and stared at Wang Meng, but his momentum was still improving.

At this time, more than a dozen local police officers with live ammunition flooded in, but they saw Old Paul confronting Wang Meng. They didn't move. They just blocked the door.

Apparently these policemen knew old Paul and came with him.

However, when these policemen saw dozens of men in black with live ammunition, their expressions changed. They saw that these men in black were good, and at least they had better weapons.

These policemen are here on orders, and they are not leaving at this time, or staying. If it is normal, they would be too stubborn.

"Do you know me? Who are you?" Old Paul stared at Wang Meng with green eyes, as if trying to see Wang Meng through. Wang Meng's strange changes made old Paul a warning sign and he was very cautious.

"People you can't afford to offend!" Wang Meng said calmly. When I spoke, I didn't even open my mouth, but the voice was very penetrating, and everyone present could hear it clearly.

If Wang Meng didn't speak at this time, his eyes didn't move, and that he was a sculpture, everyone would believe it.

"Kick away the useless people!" Old Paul suddenly turned around and said to the police.

The policemen bit their heads, squinted at the people in black, and walked cautiously towards the reporters who were still squatting on the ground and looking so scared.

Seeing that the men in black did not move, these policemen were relieved and quickly helped the reporters to leave, and the equipment was taken away.

In the blink of an eye, the venue was much empty.

Old Paul glanced at the rostrum. On the rostrum, Li Feifei and others were long gone.

This is the Morgan Hotel, and the scene is controlled by the Bobcats and others. When the brothers of the dozens of brothers and mercenaries fell from the sky, the Bobcats and others immediately escorted Li Feifei and the others out from the back door.

Old Paul glanced at the dozens of men in black standing behind Wang Meng, and his eyelids were not weak, and they were stronger than his subordinate assassins.

Old Paul is not a good crop, although he is frightened, but he is not afraid. This is his lair, he is not even afraid of the government, who is he afraid of?

Old Paul stared at Wang Meng with a sullen face, gritted his teeth and said: "Outside, it's all my people, none of you can run away! No matter who you are, if you kill my son, you must die! If you decide yourself, I can spare them!"

"Are you afraid of me?" Wang Meng's voice was still flat, and his mouth still didn't move.

At this time, Wang Meng's face gradually turned from flush to pale, still changing to gray. His eyelids seemed heavy and were gradually closing.

"Afraid of you? Hahaha? Young man? You are too overestimating yourself! Don't think that you are invincible after practicing the martial arts of evil spirits? You are not even worthy of giving me shoes!" A box of pride The arrogant old Paul thought that Wang Meng's weird state at this time was due to some evil practice, but he was confident to kill Wang Meng because he had cultivated internal strength.

People who don’t know how to martial arts may think that all exercises, internal forces, evil skills, and sorcery are all fabricated, but they are not. The world is so great that you don’t know it, it doesn’t mean it doesn’t.

Old Paul said, his aura has risen to the extreme, his shriveled body has gradually plumped up, his complexion has also become rosy and plump, and he looks like two people in an instant.

Old Paul's state is diametrically opposite to Wang Meng's state. One is vigorous and the other is lifeless, just like a dead person!

The only difference is that, except for Wang Meng's skin change, his body seems to have no vitality, nothing has changed. The body is still the original strong body, neither fat nor thin. Nothing has changed.

"Kill you! Only one move!" Wang Meng squinted old Paul, and suddenly said lightly.

"Hmph! Don't be ashamed!" Old Paul snorted coldly. Although he felt that the martial arts practiced by Wang Meng was indeed weird, he possessed the internal strength and was confident. How many martial artists in the world today have cultivated their internal strength?

Peter and Paul Sr. are worthy of being father and son, the same defiant, arrogant.

However, old Paul does have arrogant capital because he has developed internal strength. But little Paul Peter did not practice a fart, but still pretended to be B.

As the saying goes, pretending to be B must be struck by lightning!

Little Paul has been hacked to death.

"Kill you, no need for a move!" Old Paul suddenly shouted, his voice sounding like thunder.

The sound reverberated in the venue, and the ears of the Bobcats and others continued to roar, and they were instantly deaf!

Everyone was shocked! Is a voice so powerful?

Old Paul's body suddenly accelerated in response to the violent shout, and rushed towards Wang Meng. The speed was as fast as lightning, turning into an afterimage, with a whistling sound.

Faced with the old Paul who was shot, Wang Meng was still motionless!

At a distance of more than twenty meters, in the blink of an eye, Old Paul blasted Wang Meng's head with a punch, he wanted to blow Wang Meng's head and avenge his son!

However, suddenly there was a sharp shot.

Old Paul's body suddenly seemed to be hit by a huge force and flew back...

Old Paul flew out four or five meters before landing.

Although old Paul was still standing when he landed, he was already unsteady and swayed.

Old Paul's face was distorted, his eyes showed horror and unwillingness. He covered his abdomen with his left hand. A big hole had been blasted there, blood was dripping, and the palm of Old Paul's hand was stained red in an instant.

Old Paul pointed to Wang Meng with his right hand, and opened his mouth wide: "You...Dumbo..."

"Anyone who dares to hurt people around me must die!" Wang Meng grinned.

Huh!

Wang Meng suddenly disappeared in place, and a cold light flashed!

The head is flying!

Thumping, old Paul fell to the ground before he finished speaking, dead, and his head was in a different place. I didn't know Wang Meng's identity until I died, so I didn't look down!

Dum bullet, commonly known as "flowering bullet", does not have penetrating power, but it has extreme lethality. It can expand the wound countless times.

The intestines in old Paul's abdominal cavity were blown to pieces, and blood flowed out.

Shhh!

Wang Meng has returned to normal. He blew the smoking muzzle in his hand and said faintly: "When people are old, their brains are dead. If you have a gun, you don't need a gun. What kind of martial arts? Are you not looking for death? As stupid as your son!"

"Boss!" Before Wang Meng's words fell, the dozens of people in black suddenly pounced on Wang Meng, and immediately pounced Wang.

"Grass! Be light! Don't mess up the shape of Laozi's head...Hey! I'm grass! Don't pull my clothes, a set of hundreds of thousands...Ow... ..." In the crowd, Wang Meng screamed more and more, with excitement and excitement in his screams.

Don't worry about Wang Meng's safety. The bobcats, great apes and others who have returned quickly watched Wang Meng's ravaged unscrupulously not far away, laughing.

Suddenly, a large number of people came in at the door, all of them in white suits.

The leader is a foreign old man with miscellaneous hair, with this golden hair mixed in his white hair. The old man is not tall, but his face is flushed, and his dark eyes are piercing.

The old man glanced at the dead old Paul and little Paul, raised his brows, then opened his eyes and smiled again, with a happy expression on his face.

"Mr. Wang?" the old man shouted, because he didn't see Wang Meng.

The mercenaries dispersed when they saw the people coming.

Wang Meng lay on the ground, ragged and foaming.

"Mr. Wang? What's the matter with you?" The old man was shocked when he saw Wang Meng, and hurried over to help Wang Meng.

"It's okay, it's just being ravaged by a group of cattle. The old president? Are all resolved?" Wang Meng stood up and wore the suit in a silly manner, only to find that the suit was already thought of.

Grass! These guys really can do it, hundreds of thousands! Wang Meng felt a pain in his heart.

"The killers outside have been solved! Thank you Mr. Wang for your help!" The old man slapped Wang Meng affectionately on his body, but the ground here is covered with a red carpet, spotlessly clean, even if he crawls on the ground, it won’t Stained with dust.

Where is there dust on Wang Meng?

"You're welcome, who are we with whom? You can take care of Li Feifei's affairs in the future." Wang Meng said with a grin.

"That's a must! Mr. Wang? I have taken care of the police and the media, and you will not have any trouble. The Morgan family has also united several major local chambers of commerce to pressure the government to ask the government not to pursue this. It's something. Mr. Wang? Is this what you mean?" The old president looked at him with a puzzled look and said.

"Kelly, the head of the Morgan family, is my friend! Alright, go back, you are also very busy!" Wang Meng said, waving his hand like a fly.

The old president was shocked that Wang Meng was still in contact with the Morgan family?

"Okay! I'm going now. If you are not busy, just come and sit with me. If you have anything, don't be afraid to trouble me, just ask me! "The old president doesn't mind Wang Meng's attitude. He bowed sharply at Wang and took the person away.

The corpses on the ground were also cleaned up by the old president's men.

"Let's go! I invite you **** to drink!" Wang Meng waved his hand and walked out.

The mercenaries cheered excitedly and followed out!

The elites of these dozens of mercenary groups were brought out by Wang Meng himself. They are Wang Meng's absolute confidant, and they are absolutely affectionate and close to brothers.

Wang Meng called Li Feifei and reported her safety, and then reported her safety to Kelly.

Wang Meng is very grateful to Kelly for using the strength of the Morgan family to help him.

Wang Meng wanted to report to Jianghua and his wife that they were safe, but he was angry when he thought of it, and that's it, these two old foxes actually calculated him? If he hadn't been smart, he would have been killed by the powerful old Paul.

The weird Wang Meng at that time, it was not that Wang Meng had practiced some strange martial arts, but that he was suppressed by the monstrous aura of the old Paul into that B-like shape.

With Wang Meng's current strength, he is definitely not old Paul's opponent.

Wang Meng knew how many catties he was, and even if he did his best, he couldn't do the old Paul.

This is true.

Although Wang Meng has cultivated his internal strength at a young age, he is only a little bit behind him. He is far behind the old Paul, and he is by no means an all-in-one general of the old Paul.

Under the strong pressure of old Paul, Wang Meng had to concentrate all his energy on his limbs, first, to be able to stand firm and not to lie on the ground under this mountain-like momentum. The second is to be able to dig out the gun quickly and choose an opportunity to smash the old Paul's dantian. Once the dantian is broken, even if the old Paul is martial arts, it will be abolished. At that time, it was the time for Wang to kill the old Paul.

Wang Meng did not dare to choose to shoot old Paul's head and heart. He was afraid that he would not kill the powerful old Paul. If he didn't kill him in a single blow, Wang Meng would definitely not be able to resist the counterattack of old Paul.

Wang Meng wanted to outsmart, and he could use any caliber bullets, including pistols including dummies, if he was modified by Big Bear. He seized the opportunity to abolish the old Paul, who was close at hand and could no longer be avoided. He was abolished by Dantian. Old Paul became a lamb to be slaughtered regardless of Wang Meng's view!

If old Paul was not arrogant, Wang Meng might die.

At the time, none of the people present could see Wang Meng's crisis.

People like Lynx have always admired Wang Meng, and they are already blind. In their minds, Wang Meng is an omnipotent existence.

So, when Wang Meng's life was at stake and his life was hanging by a thread, these goods were still happily watching the excitement.

How do they know that Wang Meng almost died!

Wang Meng led the brothers to drink.

Drinking is naturally indispensable.

It was not until the evening that Wang Meng returned to Li Feifei's room.

"Are you not hurt?" Li Feifei hugged Wang Meng with tears in her eyes.

"I'm fine!" Wang Meng smiled and patted Li Feifei on the shoulder.

"Wang Meng? Those assassins came at me. They were sent by my father's enemy? He actually pushed you out? I'm sorry!" The clever Li Feifei suddenly pushed Wang Meng away, her face full of anger. Li Feifei was not stupid, she could see that those assassins had come to her, and his father couldn't wait to ask Wang Meng to come out of the mountain, apparently letting Wang fiercely resist.

"Hehe, okay, there are some things your father can't come forward. Besides, I have this strength too?" Wang Meng smiled and pulled Li Feifei onto the sofa.

"How can my dad have enemies? Isn't he just a businessman?" Li Feifei is very smart, but she can't figure it out. How did she know that this was her mother's enemy.

"Shopping malls are like battlefields. Do you think merchants have no enemies?" Wang Meng can’t tell the truth. Jiang Hua should tell Li Feifei personally about these things, but obviously, Jiang Hua would not say, how can mothers let their daughter know that she was a Killer?

Li Feifei looked at Wang Meng thoughtfully.

"Okay, you are safe now, I should go to do my business. My people will protect you secretly, you don't need to worry." Wang Meng said, stood up, and left without hesitation.

Li Feifei tried to speak but stopped. She wanted to keep Wang Meng, but she knew that Wang Meng would not stay.

There was no media report on such a major event. Obviously, it was the actions of the Italian government and the strength of the old president and the Morgan family.

Li Feifei's work can go on normally, and there is no need to worry about it anymore.

While Li Feifei participated in the event, Wang Meng accompanied Li Feifei around. This made Li Feifei very happy, but it was also regrettable because she had no chance to put Wang Meng to sleep again, and Wang Meng did not even go in her room now .

Wang Meng also hurry up to talk about cooperation with Li Yinglong’s friends.

The negotiation went smoothly, and Wang Meng's surprise was a bit smooth. The other party almost didn't mention any conditions. Basically, everything was signed according to Wang Meng's wishes.

Wang Meng held the contract, thoughtfully.

Li's villa.

Li Yinglong came back in the dust.

"All resolved?" Jiang Hua pulled Li Yinglong down on the sofa and asked impatiently. She had already talked to Li Yinglong on the phone and knew that her daughter was intact, but Li Yinglong did not elaborate on the phone.

Li Yinglong knew his wife was anxious, so he explained the story.

After Li Yinglong arrived in Italy, he immediately contacted his old relationship.

It's just that little Paul acted arbitrarily and broke the old Paul's plan, forcing old Paul to attack in advance.

It's just that Wang Meng was faster, and he actually beheaded Paul and his son on the spot.

Li Yinglong is obviously a step late.

But Li Yinglong was not idle, uniting these families to put pressure on the government. At this time, the Morgan family was also putting pressure on the Italian government. Two-pronged approach, the Italian government compromised.

The matter died down.

This can be regarded as solving the follow-up troubles for Wang Meng.

After listening to Li Yinglong’s narration, Jiang Hua was stunned for a long time before sighing with emotion: “I didn’t expect the Killer Guild to cooperate with the government. I knew that I would not let Feifei go if I said anything. Wang Meng was really unfathomable, and he actually killed him. Paul and his son? This favor is too big, and we seem to really not be able to afford it!"

"He has put my daughter to sleep, so he needs favors?" Li Yinglong said dissatisfied.

"Your daughter posted it upside down!" Jiang Hua reminded Li Yinglong, looking at Li Yinglong dissatisfiedly.