Hidden Assassin: 36th Festival Fireworks

"Gu Jiaming, you..."

Pointing to the underground man, Yang Zhenxing was a little speechless. The big man nicknamed Aba has only recently followed him. He never makes any difference in his shots like a bull, but there is no doubt that he can fight. Yes, it is said that he was born in black boxing in the south, and was later chased and killed. One person picked more than 20 punks. It was too inconsistent. If it explodes, ordinary people will definitely be beaten to death by him. Hard to hold him

As Yang Zhenxing himself, he has always considered himself to be a person who does great things and has self-control. Although he was photographed by Jia Ming this time, he was not so angry that he would immediately kill people and vent his anger, but later he thought of his family. Ming was afraid that he would also do martial arts, so he wanted people to come in and try it. Anyway, there would be a large group of people next to him. If he had practiced himself, he would certainly not be killed. Who knew it would turn out to be such a result.

It is still similar to the previous thoughts. The first thing that comes to mind is that Jiaming has done something to make things like this. Seeing his leisurely look, he still has a cup in his hand, so naturally it shouldn’t be a head-on confrontation. The opponent is like this. In sight, Jia Ming spread out his hands with a smile.

"What am I? It's just a conversation." In an indifferent tone, Jia Ming came in and grabbed the big collar and pulled him up. The man who was beaten with blood on his face returned. With some reaction ability, he yelled "Ah" and suddenly stretched out his hand to wrap Jia Ming's wrist. The muscles above his arms are large, and it seems that Jia Ming’s thighs are thick enough. This is entangled, the muscles are tangled and swollen, and the blood veins are as terrible as a giant python. Seeing him resist, Jia Ming holds a teacup in his left hand and bows down. The body was slightly stunned.

With a raised hand, the teacup hit the other's head with a touch: "Do you have a sense of ethics? I haven't seen disturbing people's meetings! People will have to go to work later!" His right hand was tightly entangled. The arm is like cast steel and has no effect. Jia Ming smashed the teacup, stretched his left hand to the knocked-down doorknob on the ground, while pulling the big man up, while stretching his leg to kick the opponent's abdomen, again and again...

With a bang, the fallen door stood up and closed again from the ground, and Jia Ming's voice came from the crack of the door: "It's okay, you continue..." Then, there was a chaotic beating.

I don’t know how long it has been. It was finally quiet outside. Yang Zhenxing just turned his gaze back with a blue face, and swept across the same quiet surroundings: "Uh, about that, in fact..." The words were just exited, and there was another bang in the whole room. He was taken aback, turned his head and saw that the broken door panel had fallen to the ground again, in the hall outside the room. Several of his men were moving the big man out, and looking here as they walked, Jia Ming took a new teacup and stood by the water dispenser waiting to drink. He was surprised by the loud noise and looked puzzled. Looked over. Looking at each other, forming an indescribable irony...

This morning, the matter of Liu Zheng's testament was not settled in the end.

In Liu Zheng’s will, all the assets were divided in order to give Sha Sha a chance to get away. However, after all these years, it is possible to expect that he will die because of his own person, and in some respects. A certain amount of room for modification was left. As for Shasha, naturally he would not be willing to give everything to Yang Zhenxing, with Xiaomeng's cooperation. Under the arguing between the two sides, in the end, it is natural to just make things happen to the unhappy result

The matter is not over. Of course, Sha Sha can prove that certain things belong to him by law, but Yang Zhenxing also has a part of the shares. Moreover, things in the gang really have to fight to kill and break the net. In the end, it depends on the strength, or Use the government to grab the criminal facts of the other party and send him to prison, or call the brothers to chop you to death. Otherwise, it won't be finished. Yang Zhenxing's attitude was very low when he left. He has great ambitions and is unwilling to bend to Xinning's help. At this time, there may be hope in his heart, even if Shasha is stubborn, but after all, he is a little girl. Wait until the Xinning Gang comes over. People like Xiao Meng naturally have to choose to reconcile with him, and then everything will be resolved.

As for Gu Jiaming...He is a little confused. In fact, everyone has not known each other for a day or two. I almost met Jiaming and Shasha soon after they became friends. He was a hall master of the Shazhu gang. Later, Cao Dongfeng planned to rebel. After the failure, most of the forces were assigned to him. , He also took advantage of the situation and eventually became one of the strongest hall masters in the Shazhu Gang. After so many years of acquaintance, Uncle Yang called a lot of people on weekdays. At that time, I only thought that the other party was a kind, even weak, harmless boy. It was only after Liu Zheng died today that he suddenly realized that he was actually a boy. So terrible.

After the door panel fell, the indifferent glance at the other side standing next to the drinking fountain made him feel an unspeakable heart palpitations... However, it is hard to say clearly. He suddenly showed such a strong presence. Attitude, is it for rustle, or is it because of ambition to be in position, at the age of seventeen, it is also the age of ambition. I wanted to say a few words before I left, but in the end I didn't think of anything.

He was trying to figure out Jia Ming's thoughts. On the other hand, when most of the people were arranged to have lunch, Xiao Meng found Jia Ming and hesitated.

"That's it... Now that the boss has gone, no matter what happens in the will, in the end, the Sha Zhu Gang must have a place to be the person in charge temporarily. This candidate has to convince the public, usually the person who is closest to the boss. , But in fact, Jiaming, you should also understand that this person really wants to be in power, and it is still very difficult. What everyone needs is balance... If I elect Sha Sha as the person in charge, most of the others have nothing to say. However, if you want to be specific, It’s up to you here. After all, according to the boss’s will, he does not want Miss Sha Sha to contact this circle again. If I said, even on Lao Yang’s side, Miss Sha Sha would just let it go. Brother Xu and I will do things that are difficult, and Lao Yang will not end well..."

Xiao Meng is cruel to the outside world, but he has nothing to say about his loyalty to Liu Zheng. Of course, this loyalty will be maintained until now, and perhaps also with the influence of Jia Ming. In the somewhat empty villa lobby, Jia Ming He smiled and shook his head: "If Shasha wants to be, let her be it. It doesn't matter when she gets tired of it and then quit, but you are prepared. After this, she won't let the Shazhu gang have any more Drug trafficking, huh, no matter what she says, you are right to support..."

"Ah..." Xiao Meng was also startled when he heard such words. "This morning I have been listening to her saying that she doesn't like drug trafficking, but... it will happen. The Shazhu Gang's annual income from drug trafficking accounts for more than one-third, nearly half of the land. This kind of thing is simply impossible..."

"It's man-made." Jia Ming sighed, "Whoever refuses to accept, then hit someone. This is always a beautiful ideal... Oh, don't be embarrassed. I know what you think, and I know, even if it is. If the emperor wants to reform, he will have to take his time. Those who violate everyone’s interests will eventually be killed, but I’ll try my best anyway, ten days at the latest. The order will come down, and Jiang Hai will carry out a new round of anti-vice and non-legal actions. This time, there are policies and countermeasures, but this time it should be a little different. What she wants to play, I always have to accompany her, since she has said this now..."

Jia Ming lowered his head and shook his fingers, and said in a faint tone: "Whoever dared to do it, I will let others fall on their heads..." "Go early and return early."

When the lights outside first came on, a quiet voice came from the room.

I have eaten, Jia Ming pulls the still emotional rustle and prepares to go out to relax. Lingjing has been in class for a day today. At this time, there are a lot of books to review, so she doesn’t plan to follow them together. In fact, she also understands that the effect of letting Jiaming and Shasha be alone is far more effective. Three people are better.

"What the **** are you taking me to do!"

"Experience what the underworld life you want to be like is like."

Take a bus at the intersection and make another turn on the way. At about 8 o'clock, the two arrived at the house left by Jia Ming's parents. Naturally, Shasha had been here before, and there was no one to live in it for a long time. Dust accumulated on many things, and rustle picked up the feather duster and slapped the ashes on the old TV: "The life of the underworld? Is it just waiting for the cleaning in a room that is not very bright?"

"Of course not." Opening a cabinet next to it, a bunch of things fell out, all kinds of long and short knives, steel pipes, and sticks. Jia Ming picked up a few knives and drew them out to take a look. The dazzling blade gleamed in the light for a moment, then plugged it in again. Finally he picked up a machete about half a meter long with the newspaper and put it in his jacket, looked at the somewhat confused rustle, then looked at the pile of things, couldn't help but smile, took out a bat from the corner and threw it over:" You still use this."

"What the **** are you going to cut the rack?" "Just follow along." Jia Ming smiled and led her downstairs, pushed out a brand new motorcycle from the utility room next to the first floor, and put the safety helmet on Throwing it to Shasha, the motorcycle drove onto the streets of Jianghaidi like a gallop.

For about half an hour, the motorcycle drove high on the streets, the wind whizzed by, rustle holding the bat and Jiaming, his heart beating fast, and his whole body was hot. Yes, but when the motorcycle stopped at the night market, she felt a little puzzled. In the following time, Jia Ming dragged her for a few consecutive streets, visited two cities, and even one family was still there. After staying in the closed bookstore for a while, she began to feel that she was a bit silly holding a bat. During this time, Lingjing called and Jiaming smiled and answered it. She didn’t know what to say, but she must have given it to her. Satisfied with the answer.

"Hey, please, what the **** are we doing out? After two hours of shopping, I'm almost exhausted..."

While eating supper at a roadside stall, Sha Sha asked this sentence for the thousand and one time. Jia Ming looked at his watch: "The show is almost there. Don't eat too much." The time is around ten o'clock. , The noisiest period on the street has passed, and then, it is the real nightlife program category. Riding a motorcycle through a few blocks, the excitement of Shasha has faded, and she put her arms around Jia Ming’s back bored and wanted to go back to sleep. Numerous neon lights flashed in front of her, feeling a bump in her body, and the motorcycle drove on pedestrians. Road inside the ground.

"Are you there?" Generally speaking, when the vehicle arrives here, it is mostly to prepare to stop. However, amidst the rustle of doubt, a few screams suddenly came from the front, and then left behind, Jia Ming was Turning the armrests and constantly raising the car, even if there were people in front, he rushed directly, and then there was a chaotic noise. It seems that most of the people walking on the road at this time are young men and women, and the reaction ability is not bad. Some also swearing and wanting to catch up after evading. Suddenly, Jia Ming's car turned around and knocked out a person who wanted to avoid. The motorcycle squeaked to a halt, and Sha Sha looked at the person. The body flew a few meters away, and stayed there for a while, and the few people behind who were cursing and wanting to chase them were also a little stunned.

"Here, get off."

I didn't even look at the man who was pretended to be here. Jia Ming got off his motorcycle. This is the entrance of a bar called "Midnight Carnival". The man who was knocked into the air was the gatekeeper of the bar. Sha Sha hesitated. Cha, I don't know why, the name of the bar made her feel familiar. Jia Ming opened the door and motioned back to her to follow in. She suddenly remembered that this is the best bar Yang Zhenxing runs.

It was nearly ten thirty, the most lively moment in the bar. As soon as the door was opened, the ear-splitting sound of d's operation came out and turned a small bend. The whole bar was crowded with people, and a small band was opposite. There were hysterical singing on the small stage, the lights were confused, countless red men and green women crowded the dance floor, beating with emotion, Jia Ming pulled the rustle and squeezed through the crowd, a person seemed to be crowded uncomfortably, and he cursed a few words. Refusing to give way~IndoMTL.com~ Shasha didn't hear what he was talking about. Jiaming knocked him to the ground with a slap and stepped on his body.

Walking to the bottom of the stage, Jia Ming took out the machete in his clothes and jumped on it, suddenly unplugged a lot of wires from the speaker, and knocked down a large piece of equipment. For a moment, the whole ballroom All the sound of music disappeared completely, as if a certain nerve-sustaining thread was suddenly pinched, an indescribable feeling.

The colorful chaotic lights are still spinning, but the sound seems to have completely disappeared from the earth. Although someone speaks loudly, it brings an indescribable illusion of quietness. The singers on the stage are still roaring hysterically, but what? Without the sound coming out, Jia Ming waved the machete in his hand. Several band members reacted for the first time and ran to the side. It took about two seconds before the people on the dance floor reacted and moved towards this side in astonishment. Look, several men who are probably gangsters also squeezed over here from the crowd. Jia Ming plugged in a cord, stood in front of the microphone, tapped the metal pole with a machete, and swept the audience coldly: "Smash the place."

The faint three words came out in the sound system. The next moment, he directly used a set of sound equipment in front of him, turned around and smashed it towards the wall of colored lights at the back. There was a loud noise and the whole wall was hit. The huge glass on the ceiling burst suddenly, countless colored light tubes exploded at the same time, the circuit in the bar was short-circuited for a moment, and electric sparks burst out from behind him in the most gorgeous way, like brilliant fireworks...