Wu Chi and Gao Xing nervously stood in front of Chen Yang, and then Chen Fang waved his hand, and the mercenaries formed an umbrella shape and surrounded him.
Let alone a conductor, even if a martial arts idiot pops up, he will be turned into a sieve in minutes under this formation.
At the focus of everyone's attention, in the cab of the garbage truck, a "corpse" lying motionless on the steering wheel trembled, got up, and turned around with a wry smile.
"It's really him?!"
Chen Fang and others were all shocked. Wu Chi stepped up, nimbly climbed onto the garbage truck, pulled the conductor down, and dragged him in front of Chen Yang.
The conductor’s father-in-law is completely inconsistent with his identity as a famous international assassin on the dark web.
He looks delicate and handsome, with a pale face and a thin figure. If he puts on a tuxedo, he really looks like a music conductor waving a baton in an orchestra.
"I just came to kill an abandoned son living among the people. I didn't expect that it would be King Chen in person.
No wonder..."
Chen Yang was not surprised that the conductor could recognize him at a glance.
After all, he is a famous international killer on the dark web, so he doesn't have this knowledge.
Facing the conductor who was being pressed down to his knees like a dog by a martial artist and being pointed at by dozens of guns, everyone had solemn expressions on their faces and did not despise him just because he was caught.
In the case of complete information asymmetry, who would have thought that it was Chen Yang who entered the tunnel. When he came out of the tunnel, it was still the same car, but there was a car god, a martial arts master, and a mercenary group sitting on it.
How to fight this?
When the conductor reached this point, he didn't beg for mercy or cry or complain about injustice. He just asked calmly and curiously: "How did you find me?"
If Chen Yang hadn't caught him out immediately, as long as everyone relaxed their vigilance, the conductor would have had a chance to survive.
The only thing he was unwilling or curious about was this.
Chen Yang smiled slightly and said, "Because it makes no sense.
A perfect concert will not have a discordant note.
If I were the one making the arrangements, I couldn't hope that the garbage truck would directly hit the opponent to death. Then I should arrange for someone to be more agile, ready to jump off the truck at any time and attack from the front and back.
Or something more violent, like putting a bomb on it."
Chen Yang shook his head and said: "As a result, the garbage truck played a role in scaring people and blocking the road, but the people in the car had no effect at all, and their deaths were completely worthless.
This is the only discordant note in this concert."
"When I know your identity, I will
- Got you!"
After Chen Yang finished speaking, Chen Fang and others suddenly realized that they were both annoyed and admired.
The conductor shook his head, smiled bitterly, and did not resist or say anything.
Chen Yang stretched out a hand to Chen Fang, spread it out, palm upward.
He continued: "I have to thank you, conductor."
"You reminded me of something I haven't thought of in more than ten years.
Some things will come eventually;
Some things cannot be escaped.
I will adjust my mentality better and face it well."
On Chen Yang's palm, a beautiful palm thunder pistol was placed on it by Chen Fang.
"To thank you, I personally send you on your way."
The conductor forced a smile on his pale face and said: "It's an incredible honor.