[69 Book Bar - www.] "Sure enough" Zhang Hu frowned and looked at Wang Zihan again, "Who issued the mission?"

"You know the rules, but no one knows it. It suddenly appeared on the website and the reward of one billion pounds also appeared on the website's account. Now many people have accepted it. It is estimated that they will all gather in China in a day or two.

Yes, don’t you want to go?”

Zhang Hu was no longer in the mood to chat. At this time, although he still looked like that, his heart was already filled with rage.

Turning off the computer, he turned around and looked at Wang Zihan. After pondering for a while, he gave up telling Wang Zihan the news.

"Why don't you play anymore?" Wang Zihan heard the sound of him turning off the computer, and raised his head curiously and asked.

Zhang Hu smiled, pursed his lips, stood up, and said, "I'm going out to have a cigarette."

Wang Zihan nodded and continued to look at the documents.

"By the way, Sister Han, you must not go to the window when I am not here. Also, wait until I come back." Before Zhang Hu left, he looked at Wang Zihan very tenderly and said softly.

Wang Zihan was stunned for a moment, rolled his eyes, pouted and said: "Nasty"

After a while, Zhang Hu stood on the roadside with a cigarette in his mouth, looking at the pedestrians on the road and thinking about what to do.

Tens of billions of yuan, this is the highest reward in history, and it still kills a woman, why?

Zhang Hu couldn't figure it out. He didn't want to know everything about the Wang family. What he had to deal with now was the swarming killers.

People die for money and birds die for food. In the dark world, there is no morality at all. Almost every killer organization and every mercenary association puts money first. I think those who came this time are not a few.

Zhang Hu thought for a while, took out his mobile phone and dialed a number again.

The number was quickly changed, but there was still no sound from the other end.

Zhang Hu pinched his temples with a headache and said, "I said, can you stop doing this?"

"I already know the matter, and I will target every dangerous person who enters the country."

Zhang Hu smiled slightly, this is a good partner, and hung up the phone without saying anything. For people like them, talking more is equivalent to nonsense.

Zhang Hu thought for a while and dialed the bastard dad's number.

"What do you want to say?" Zhang Hu said unceremoniously. Dad should know this. After all, he was the king of killers twenty years ago.

"You kid is going to suffer." A voice came over the phone that made Zhang Hu laugh bitterly. The gasping, moaning, and groaning sounds that came from time to time made Zhang Hu speechless. The unscrupulous father was always doing some unscrupulous things.

"I said, can you please stop killing the flowers and bones of the motherland?" Zhang Hu was speechless. His voice sounded a little delicate, and he was definitely no more than twenty years old.

"Gaga, dad, this is my ambition. Every time the flowers of the motherland bloom, I will pick off one. What? You are envious, jealous, and hateful."

"I envy you, tell me what to do about this matter. Are you going to let me deal with it alone? The Wang family is in big trouble this time," Zhang Hu said angrily.

The voice over there was a little quieter. It must have been the bastard dad getting up. After a while, there was no more noise, only the voice of the bastard dad was heard: "You are helpless just because of those second-rate guys? You are me after all."

Trained elites.”

"Hell, have you ever heard that two fists can't beat four hands? No matter how powerful I am, I'm only one person. I have to deal with an unknown number of enemies, tens of billions. Don't you want to?" Zhang Hu spat out a strong mouthful.

The smoke made me feel a little calmer.

Although the bastard dad is usually very unscrupulous and dishonest, he is still very capable at critical moments.

"That's true, you can actually ask someone for help! Wang Xihuan has been in business for many years, and has made countless enemies in both shopping malls and official circles. I know Wang Xihuan's body well. He won't live long. There are only three people left in the Wang family, Wang Zihan, Wang Zixin, and his

The grandson, Wang Zi, is most likely to be the heir to Wang Zihan. This time, their target is Wang Zihan, and their intention is very clear, they want the Wang family's Yuntian Group to collapse."

"Don't talk so much. What will happen this time?"

"I've asked Shadow to help you. It's up to you to figure it out. My old bones can't move anymore."

Zhang Hu looked at the phone dumbfounded, but he was very happy. Dad asked Shadow to come, so this matter would be much easier to handle. Zhang Hu has always been very clear about Shadow's strength. Although it is not as powerful as himself, it is not far behind.

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Hu looked at the passers-by, looked up at the top floor, and smiled.

Just when Zhang Hu put out the cigarette butt and turned around to go back, he smelled a different smell.

Barrett m82cq sniper rifle, scarce stock.

Zhang Hu turned around and looked at the road. An ordinary-looking man with a slight build dragged a suitcase into the building opposite.

Zhang Hu raised his eyebrows, shook his head, and followed.

This building is for rent. Each floor is occupied by a company. The lobby decoration is also very unique, but there is no front desk.

Although there were a lot of people coming and going, they all went about their own business without any interaction.

Zhang Hu followed the man into the elevator with a cigarette in his mouth. He looked at the ceiling above his head and muttered, "Damn, this girl is too inexperienced. I haven't had enough fun yet."

Woolen cloth."

The elevator went up one floor after another. Zhang Hu pressed the button on the 31st floor, and the building had a total of 48 floors, which was a full four floors higher than the Yuntian Building. It was also an excellent sniping position.

The man was very calm all the time. Even when Zhang Hu made the elevator full of smoke, he didn't move. He didn't say anything. He just stood quietly in the corner of the elevator with his suitcase.

Zhang Hu walked down the elevator, laughed at a beautiful woman in the corridor and said, "Beauty, I'm here, did you miss me?"

The elevator door closed, and the suddenly frightened girl looked at Zhang Hu with disgust, muttered "psycho hooligan" and ran away.

Zhang Hu, on the other hand, looked back at the numbers on the elevator.

Turned around and entered the stairwell.

The distance of ten floors was nothing at all. When Zhang Hu stood on the rooftop of the 48th floor, the elevator had only reached the 46th floor.

After putting out the cigarette butt, Zhang Hu stood motionless in the dark corner, waiting for his prey to come to him.

Soon, the elevator door opened. The ordinary-looking man looked around, walked out, walked quickly to the edge of the rooftop, glanced at the building opposite, showed a ferocious smile on his lips, opened his suitcase, and quickly

Start assembling the firearm.

Zhang Hu stood quietly behind the man, looking at the man's skillful techniques, he was obviously a veteran.

However, it seems that I have never seen this guy before.

"Brother, do you have a nickname?" Zhang Hu suddenly asked the busy man.

The man didn't pause in his hand. He subconsciously replied "Asian gun king" and then paused. He suddenly turned around and looked at Zhang Hu. He also threw the incompletely assembled sniper gun in his hand on the ground and quickly touched his waist.

"If I were you, I wouldn't be like this, Asia's Gun King. Let me think about it. Well, it's the guy who ranks seventh on the Asian list. Is that you?" Zhang Hu lit a cigarette leisurely and smiled.

He said.

"Who are you?" The man's hand was already on his waist, but he didn't have the confidence to draw his gun. The man in front of him gave him a feeling of powerlessness, his arrogant domineering attitude, and his leisurely chicness.

, making him feel like he had no idea where to start.

"I wonder if you've heard of Shadow?" Zhang Hu chuckled and took a long drag on his cigarette.

The man's face changed in shock, and he took a step back. He looked at Zhang Hu with a gray face, somewhat disbelieving.

"Don't be afraid, that's my junior brother." Zhang Hu smiled again, picked up the sniper gun, looked at it, and said, "Yes, you modified it yourself. The range can reach 1,500 meters, and it can also be equipped with special

Bullet, you are a firearms master!"

"Who are you?" The man has let go of his hand and has completely given up the struggle in his heart. Whether the man in front of him is a shadow or not, he has no chance of winning.

The Dark World ranks second, and it will always be second. No one can defend his position. The shadow is God in the consciousness of these people. Facing God, resistance is futile.

"No matter who I am, let me tell you something before I leave. Some money is not so easy to get!" As he spoke, Zhang Hu moved his wrist slightly, and the half-assembled sniper gun turned out at lightning speed.

The parts were restored again and were still in the trunk.

The man's expression changed again. The disassembly speed was many times faster than that of the gun king, and his heart became even more despairing.

After a while, Zhang Hu returned to the roadside with the suitcase in his arms, smiled slightly, pulled the suitcase into Yuntian Building, and walked to Chao Wang Zihan's office.

As for that Asian gun king, he has been living in the dark world forever.

His body was soon discovered by the police. He had a strange death posture and a ferocious face, but there were no wounds on his body. His pupils shrank, as if he had seen something that made him extremely frightened. In the end, the police concluded that this person was

Scared to death.

This murder case did not attract much attention in Tianjing of the Chinese Empire, and the police deliberately blocked the news, but in the dark world, it caused a turmoil.

The God of Killing White Tiger took action, which made the leaders of various organizations in the dark world look ashen as they looked at the photos obtained from different channels.

The White Tiger, the God of Killing, is definitely a terrifying existence, and his record cannot be shaken by anyone, even if he is regarded as a shadow of the myth of the killer world.

For a moment, all the killers who planned to come to China to hunt for gold hesitated. The Asian Gun King, the seventh-ranked master on the Asian Darkness List, wanted to stop Wang Zihan, but before he even started, he was killed by the Killing God White Tiger.

, Moreover, the Killing God White Tiger also clearly conveyed a message.

That is, if he, Bai Hu, wants to kill Wang Zihan again, he will have to weigh it himself.

At this time, in a villa in Europe, a handsome man who made women jealous was sitting on the European-style leather sofa in a nightgown, holding a photo in his hand, the photo that made the world's bosses horrified.

.

"Senior brother, this guy's move is too cruel. Why do you want me to go back?" The man said with a bitter smile, put the photo back on the table, picked up the red wine glass on the table, it was so beautiful that it was ridiculous
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