Chapter 385: Is the special function assassination going on?

Chapter 385: Special Functions + Is the Assassination Possible?

Late at night, French Concession.

[A Pot of Spring] Outside the nightclub, Zhang Wanlin, who was drunk, slowly got into the car on the roadside with the support of two dancing ladies.

"boss"

The driver in the driver's seat looked at the rearview mirror and asked, "Go home or not?"

"Not urgent."

Zhang Wanlin, who was still drunk at first, was no longer half drunk. With the help of the woman beside him, he lit a cigarette, slowly blew out a puff of smoke out the window, and said:

"There are too many people here. Go to a place with fewer people."

"this"

The driver hesitated and said: "There have been endless assassinations in Shanghai recently, boss."

"Hahaha", Zhang Wanlin interrupted with a smile: "I just want to see who wants to assassinate me! Drive now, wherever is the most remote! I must fish out those little red guys for me !”

On the street, the car started slowly. Zhang Wanlin stared through the car window at the flashing neon lights outside.

Those colorful lights and shadows seemed to become distorted in his eyes, reflecting the anger in his heart.

A few days ago, a mysterious person tipped him off that someone was about to assassinate him.

After receiving the news, he immediately took action and set up a tight defense around him, waiting for the killer to come and surrender himself.

However, after several days of waiting, the killers never showed up. The anger in Zhang Wanlin's heart became more and more intense. If he couldn't catch these people for a day, he would have to turn a blind eye while sleeping.

So this time, he deliberately stayed in the nightclub until late at night, showing off his flaws and luring the killers to show up.

He wanted to see who dared to touch Zhang Wanlin in Shanghai!

Bang! Bang bang bang.

At this moment, a burst of gunfire suddenly rang out on the street!

Inside a three-story building in Zhabei.

This is the house that Zheng Jirong just bought a few days ago. Although it is not as luxurious as the Western-style villas in the concession, it is not only the headquarters of the Ax Gang, but also very close to the security headquarters. Once something happens, it can be reached in a short time. A large number of people were gathered.

At this time, Zheng Jirong was sitting by the phone in the living room, waiting for news from Ma Yongzhen.

If he wants to complete the task of unifying Shanghai Bund Road, Zhang Wanlin is a hurdle that he cannot overcome. This guy is located in the French Concession. On the surface, he is a business leader and philanthropist. In fact, he has thousands of gang members in private and is three times more powerful than the Qing Gang. Tycoons are even bigger.

It can be said that as long as he is killed, the mission is almost completed.

It's a pity that this guy has too much influence. If he gets rid of him openly, he will easily get burned. So he can only use Ma Yongzhen's hand to assassinate him. Otherwise, he would have sent Dapeng Iron Pillar to take action, and there would be no need to wait until now.

"Brother Rong."

Zhou Xingzu on the side saw this and said, "Actually, there is something I have always wanted to ask you."

"What?"

Zheng Jirong raised his eyes and asked. Since the Black Dragon Society was destroyed, this kid no longer has to pretend to be dead. He has been out of the hospital for several days.

Zhou Xingzu put down the melon seeds in his hand, clapped his hands and said seriously: "Why don't you send me on your assassination missions?"

"Send you?"

Hearing this, Zheng Jirong looked him up and down and asked, "Have you ever killed anyone?"

"No," Zhou Xingzu immediately shook his head in denial.

"Isn't that enough?" Zheng Jirong spread his hands and said, "You have never killed anyone, how can I send you there?"

"Hey, although I haven't killed yet, I think about killing people every day."

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Xingzu pointed at himself and said: "And if I were asked to assassinate, the method and success rate would definitely be more concealed and higher than A Xing Tiezhu and the others!"

"Really? Tell me." Zheng Jirong asked curiously.

"Look," Zhou Xingzu picked up his fingers and replied, "First of all, I'm so handsome. Even if I walk in front of others, they won't think of me as a killer. Look at A Xing Tiezhu and they don't even have to draw their guns. Others will know that they are doing bad things.”

Zheng Jirong heard this and turned to look at Peng Yixing, Tiezhu and others on the sofa.

"It makes sense, go on."

"Secondly," Zhou Xingzu continued: "I have special powers. I don't need to shoot or throw darts like them. If I want to, I can control them with my mind and make them choke to death when they drink water! Who knows? Before anyone knew it, an accident sent the person away. No one would have guessed that it was an assassination! "

".Grass!"

Zheng Jirong, who realized it later, slapped his thigh suddenly, "If you have this ability, why didn't you tell me earlier! Just wait."

Ding ding ding.

Just then, the phone suddenly rang, interrupting his words. Zheng Jirong picked up the phone and listened for a few seconds, then hung up with a smile as expected.

"Axing."

Looking at Zheng Jirong with a weird smile across from him, Zhou Xingzu couldn't help but shuddered, "What's wrong, Brother Rong?"

"It's time for you to appear." Zheng Jirong stood up and said to them: "Ah Xing is preparing the car, while Dapeng Tiezhu and you two stay behind to look after the house."

After saying that, he hugged Ah Xing and said with emotion: "Zhang Wanlin has been working hard in the concession for so many years. He is really difficult to kill."

"Yongzhen and the others brought dozens of gunmen. Before even a shot was fired, they were discovered by Zhang Wanlin's men hiding around and shot to death indiscriminately."

Having said this, Zheng Jirong patted Ah Xing's shoulder heavily, "It's up to you now, Xing Zai! As long as you can get rid of him by accident, I will decide how many casinos to do it for you when you return to Hong Kong Island. manager!"

Feeling the strength on his shoulders, Zhou Xingzu was about to cry but said without tears: "No, Brother Rong, I'm just kidding. I believe in Buddhism. If you take the precept of killing, you will go to the eighteenth level of hell."

"It's useless for you to believe in Jesus. Let's go. While that bastard is still in shock, it's convenient for you to use your power to kill him!"

"There's no need to rush."

"You know what the heck, there are so many dreams during the long nights!"

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While the two were still chatting, Peng Yixing had already walked outside to pick up the car. At this moment, a burst of music suddenly came from the street.

Peng Yixing raised his head and glanced. A thin old man wearing sunglasses was playing a guzheng opposite him. The sound of the piano was gentle and low, silent from a distance, but still lingering in his ears.

After looking at it for a few times, he stopped caring and walked directly in the direction of the car.

Although this place in Zhabei cannot be called a slum, there are still many poor people. Although it is late at night, there is a singer on the roadside, which is very reasonable.

But just when he was about to open the car door and get into the car, the originally melodious sound of the piano suddenly became more radical. The sound was breathtaking, and his heart suddenly shook when he heard it!

Peng Yixing immediately turned his head to look, and when he saw the scene in front of him, his pupils shrank suddenly.

Bang!

Zheng Jirong and others who were playing around in the house suddenly heard a harsh gunshot from outside!

"not good!"

Zheng Jirong's face instantly became solemn, "It's Ah Xing! Go out and have a look!"

Du Dapeng and Tiezhu rushed out of the house after hearing this. However, when they were halfway there, their footsteps stopped suddenly.

A man in a robe and sunglasses stopped at the door.