Chapter 89 (1/2)
Puff, puff, puff!
The sound of bullets shooting into the body keeps ringing, and one person falls down in the room!
As the last one with the gun fell down, the living people in the room were left with the ugly middle-aged people and the chairman of the black dragon society!
”You, are you a man or a ghost? Where have we offended you? ” The middle-aged man's eyes were filled with fear, and his forehead was dripping with sweat. He looked at Zhang Ziling and said tremblingly.
”Not human, not ghost.” Zhang Ziling smile, ”just want to take your life.”
After saying that, the chairman of the black dragon Association burst open in the wheelchair, and fresh blood splashed on the middle-aged man's face.
”Ah!!! What a ghost The middle-aged man saw the Black Dragon Society burst for no reason, and the whole person was greatly stimulated, and he directly knocked down the bench, shrunk to the corner of the wall, and picked up his head.
”Ghost! Ghost! Don't come here! ” The middle-aged man took out a pistol from his arms and pulled the trigger at Zhang Ziling with his eyes closed.
Zhang Ziling looked at the hysterical middle-aged man in the corner, ignored the bullet and walked to him with a smile and blocked the muzzle of the gun with his index finger!
The middle-aged pulled the trigger again, and the pistol bore exploded, directly breaking the arm of the middle-aged man!
Zhang Ziling held out his hand and held the chin of the middle-aged man. Looking into the eyes of the middle-aged man, Zhang Ziling asked, ”are you a drug supplier of the Black Dragon Society?”
Looking at Zhang Ziling's extremely delicate face, the fear in the eyes of the middle-aged man was lingering, and the pain from his arms made him unable to think. He could hardly hear Zhang Ziling's problems clearly.
”Don't you say that?” Zhang Ziling, a middle-aged man, was crushed to death by his neck.
”Yes, it's us.” The middle-aged man's face pale, extremely reluctantly said that his arms had lost too much blood.
”Where is your headquarters?” Zhang Ziling slightly released his hand holding the middle-aged man's neck and asked with a smile.
”Eyebrows The river. ” The tone of middle-aged people is extremely weak.
”Good.” Zhang Ziling let go of his hand and let the middle-aged man fall to the ground and lie on the ground.
”I prefer to do things thoroughly. Since you are the source, I will remove the source.”
Zhang Ziling didn't look at the middle-aged man any more. He turned and walked to the door. Soon, Zhang Ziling's figure disappeared in the air, leaving the middle-aged man alone in the same place.
The middle-aged man has been completely immersed in the pool of blood. He has already fainted in pain. Look at the blood loss. If he has not been treated in time
Middle aged people are dead!
However, there is no living person in this casino, and no one can save him
Black Dragon Club From then on, it disappeared in Nanzhou.
Meihe River Basin, also known as the golden triangle.
Shuiguo, Miancheng, Laos, the junction of the three countries!
A merchant ship was slowly moving along the river alone.
”Why do you want to come around here, little brother?” The old captain with a big beard carefully steered the boat and asked Zhang Ziling nearby, ”we are all running boats here with our lives. We may die on this river one day.”
”Most of my crew and I are used to the life of licking blood on the edge of a knife, but I don't understand. What do you say you are a white boy doing in such a smoky place?”
Hearing the old captain's words, Zhang Ziling said with a bitter smile: ”the father of a friend of mine died here. I'll have a look.”
”Alas...” The old captain's eyes changed, then he took the helm and sighed, ”your friend is a poor man, but people may die every day in this place. I see too many of them.”
”Young man, you are very thoughtful. There are not many people like you now.” The old captain lit a cigarette, squinted at the front and said, ”I was a businessman on this river when I was young, and I met that group of people...”
”Oh? How did the old man survive Zhang Ziling asked.
”It's a miracle that I survived...” The old captain vomited his eyes, as if he was remembering, ”my colleagues and I were trapped in the boat. Later, we jumped out of the boat and tried to escape when the group of people were not paying attention. The group of people stood on the boat and started shooting with machine guns...”
A trace of pain flashed in the old captain's eyes. ”If it wasn't for a colleague who helped me block a shot, I would have been a ghost.”