All products sold on this street of the Chinese Merchants' Association are products with Chinese characteristics. Countless foreigners flock here to buy things they find interesting. Many foreign businessmen also come here to purchase and ship large quantities of goods back.
, and then sell them to their own countrymen to earn the price difference.
A young man wearing black casual clothes and a certain Nike baseball cap on his head was walking leisurely on the street, looking at the shops on both sides of the street from time to time. He stopped at the door of a shop selling candles.
, after taking a look at the obscure house number at the door, he walked in...
"Sir, please take a look." A foreign woman wearing a plaid skirt raised her head, smiled at the young man, and then spoke fluent Chinese.
"Is there a faint candle?" asked the young man.
The smile on the foreign woman's face gradually faded, she closed the book in her hand and asked, "Do you want a red one or a white one?"
"I want the golden one."
"Yes, but it's in the warehouse..." The woman nodded and said, "Please come with me."
"Thank you." The young man said with a smile.
The foreign woman walked through a narrow corridor, then stopped at the door of a small door and knocked twice. The small door opened from the inside, revealing a large and luxurious room. A woman with a serious expression said,
A dull middle-aged man stood at the door, and a handsome blond man buried his body on the sofa, listening to music and sipping red wine.
Seeing the young man come in, the handsome man sitting on the sofa stood up and said with a smile: "Oh, God, I really feel sorry for letting Young Master Han come to a place like this."
The young man took off his hat, straightened his hair, and said with a smile: "The place where you can see the emperor is the best place, what's the point of regretting it?"
Yes, that young Chinese man is the man of the hour in Beijing - Han Shan! And that handsome foreign man is the leader of the "Black Blood Killer Organization", the emperor who has always made Zhao Qiang hate him!
"In Chinese terms, are you trying to flatter me?" After welcoming Han Shan in, the emperor sat down on the sofa again and asked, "How are Master Han's preparations going?"
"Everything is ready, all we need is the east wind!" Han Shan did not sit down, but just stood there and said with a smile.
"Oh? Which style is that?" the emperor asked.
"I hope you can take action..." Han Shan said in a deep voice.
"Who to deal with?" the emperor asked again.
"Zhao Qiang... and the Dragon King, I don't want them to come back." Han Shan explained. "As far as I know, Gongsun Ziyu has begun to cooperate with the Zhao family, and the key person in this is Zhao Qiang. Moreover, according to what I collected
According to the information received, the Dragon King has now gone to Lingshan. As long as the Dragon King is here, Zhao Qiang will not die!"
"What can I give you? What can you provide us?" the emperor asked. "Perhaps you already know that China's national security and various secret agencies have begun to hunt for me all over the world. Although I am not afraid of them, I am afraid
Trouble... I came to China for vacation this time, and I don’t want to expose my identity.”
Han Shan frowned and said, "I have given you enough, but what have you given me in return?"
"Do you think that your identity and status today have nothing to do with us?" The emperor sneered. "Also, don't talk to me in that tone. Who do you think you are?"
Han Shan's expression changed, and then he said with a joking smile: "Aren't you afraid that I will reveal your identity? This is...but China!"
"You don't dare!" the emperor said bluntly. "No one dares to offend me. I still say the same thing...Who do you think you are?"
"Where is Zhao Qiang?" Han Shan sneered. "I admit, you are one of the best in the world..."
"He is the number one master!" the emperor interrupted.
"Okay, he is the number one master..." Han Shan nodded and said. "But Zhao Qiang is still alive, isn't he?"
"That's different." The emperor said with a smile. "Zhao Qiang, I have a reason not to kill him. As for you... I can kill you casually. Do you believe it? Even if I spare your life, I can kill you."
The things between us will be spoken out and let everyone in the world know... Mr. Han, since it is cooperation, it must be carried out to the end."
"I'm afraid I won't even know how I died." Han Shan said coldly.
"You will not die..." the emperor said domineeringly. "Unless...I let you die!"
"That's what I'm afraid of..." Han Shan muttered, and then he said: "Okay, my time is limited, let's just ask, what do you need?"
"gunpowder!"
"Okay." Han Shan nodded and agreed, then walked forward, stretched out his hand, and said, "Happy cooperation."
However, the emperor sat on the sofa without extending his hand or standing up. He said calmly: "I don't have the habit of shaking hands with men."
"..."
After Han Shan left, the emperor asked the stiff-faced man standing at the door: "Has the Duke arrived?"
"Here we are." The man bowed and said.
"Zhao Qiang has really caused too much trouble for us. Kill him, and it was not killed by me, nor by my men, but by gunpowder..." The emperor sneered. "Even if we investigate
, and they can’t find us, so the Chinese man named Han Shan will be used as a scapegoat!”
…
In a forest, there is a dark tubular object resting on a thick tree trunk. Although it is bare, it is covered by a large number of dead leaves, making it difficult to detect even from a close distance. Where he is
Very good, it is a protruding position that can lock the entire Lingshan within the range of his gun. Of course, his goal is to eliminate all enemies above and below the entire Lingshan!
His name is Fengyang, and he is one of the few elites from the "Xuanwu Sect" who came to Beijing. He did not go up the mountain with Jiang Taofei and the second uncle, but came here in advance to stand in front of them and help them kill Zhao Qiang.
Some preparation work. However, he didn't understand. What needed to be prepared? Just on Zhao Qiang's way up the mountain, wouldn't it be fine if he shot him with one shot? He also had to break his neck with his hands... How violent!
Venom Fang is very unhappy now! Although he still maintains the demeanor of a master and an assassin should maintain the basic rules when assassinating, but in fact, he is extremely angry in his heart. At this moment, he is trying his best
Control your emotions.
Why angry?
Because he actually missed it!
Just now, a helicopter flew over his head. Although he used No. 3 bullets to pierce the helicopter's fuel tank, which directly caused the helicopter to catch fire and explode, he did not stop the two people who jumped from the plane.
Personal flying and landing. He made the same mistake as the second uncle when he first faced Zhao Qiang, that is, underestimating the enemy!
"Amitabha... I hope the young master and the second uncle did not see the gun I fired..." Poisonous Fang prayed in his heart. At the same time, he held the gun in his arms like lightning, moved it to the direction of fifteen degrees, and then without any movement
A hesitant shot.
"Crack!"
Out of stock?!
Hearing this loud sound, he knew that he had missed the target. He shifted the gun again and fired again.
"Bang!"
This time, he hit the stone with one shot, causing gravel to fly up, but it did not harm the target at all. He was sure that his opponent was the one who jumped out of the plane, was hit by his parachute, and fell into the mountain stream.
people.
A black shadow rushed towards him as fast as lightning, using the cover of trees and rocks to rush towards him at a speed he had never seen before. The man moved left and right, fast and slow, and suddenly
Walking and stopping, unpredictable.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"..."
Venomous Fang kept pulling the trigger, but the target was getting closer and closer.
What a heck!
Venomous Fang jumped out of the forest. Now that he had been spotted by his target, if he continued to hide like this, there was only one way to die. He threw away the heavy sniper rifle in his hand, and then pulled out the Desert Eagle from his waist.
This pistol that is popular all over the world is no longer a mainstream pistol, but it is his favorite. He likes the terrifying lethality of the Desert Eagle.
He found a big rock as a cover, and then stared at the target without blinking. At this time, he was not in a hurry to shoot. The opponent was a master, and from the first time he dodged his own bullet, he started shooting.
You know it. Ordinary shooting is completely useless. If you shoot impatiently, you won't be able to hurt the opponent at all.
So, he has to wait!
Waiting for an opportunity!
A chance for him to make a mistake!
Even if the opponent's foot slips, his clothes are caught on a tree, or he stumbles on a stone, or even his footsteps are disordered, this is his opportunity.
One second...
Two seconds...
Three seconds...
He was disappointed...
His opponent is so smart, every step seems to have been carefully calculated. When he should run, he will rush into the leopard. When he should stop, he will be more patient than a fox. Seeing the opponent so cautious
, but the fangs involuntarily twitched the corners of Tian's mouth... Such a master fully meets the requirements of a desert eagle like him.
"Huh?" Suddenly, Fengyang felt something bad, because after hiding behind a huge rock, the opponent did not come out when he should have... Now, a minute has passed, and the opponent still has not appeared, so
It's like disappearing into thin air.
Somehow, his nerves suddenly tightened, and then he quickly fell down and rolled forward desperately...
"Bang!"
Just where he was hiding just now, the bullet made a huge groove on the big rock, as if someone had taken a hard bite on a big apple.