Volume 6 [The tiger is also strong when it goes to sea] NO.154 Malay scimitar
From the early morning of August 30th until the east was dark, the fight became a top secret. The only thing that could not be guaranteed was the tone of the person involved. However, it was precisely because of this fight that Shang Hexin gave up on Zhang Bi.
As a last resort, he would not try to take Zhang Bi for his own use again.
No matter whether it is soft or hard, it is of no use to such a person who strongly insists on himself.
Zhang Sanxian's belief is very simple, Zhang Yaozu's belief is very strong, and Zhang Ben's belief is so simple that the source is so flawed that it makes it difficult for people to start.
At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the customs bell tower just rang. On the twelfth floor of a five-star restaurant, dark shadows loomed. Using the most ordinary means, two tall and strong men smelled the presence of prey like wild beasts.
The first one, Malay scimitar, cub Su Dongchai.
This is a mixed-race child. His father is a Bruneian Chinese and a senior lawyer, but this was in the 1970s. His mother is a Muslim and he believes in Allah.
However, Allah could not save him, and the Prophet Muhammad did not give him guidance.
He is Malaysia's Scimitar, the famous jungle Malay tiger cub.
Wang John, who has superb skills, is also afraid of him. He feels that he can complete the mission, but it is obvious that the other party is far more terrifying than he imagined.
Especially Zhang Ben who broke in like a barbarian.
There were a total of twelve witnesses around him, but Zhang Ben, carrying a machete, kicked open the electronic door that weighed 250 kilograms and had 13 locks.
The moment they entered the room, all the lights were turned off, and there was only a chopping sound that made everyone's backs tingle and their skins tingle, as if a sharp knife was cutting across the flesh and blood.
Everyone could feel that it was a real thing and not a joke.
A British engineer fainted from the shock at the door opposite. He probably couldn't understand how such a situation could occur.
Outside, beside the black Yangtze River 750, were a group of MSS members. They did not expect Zhang Bi to make such a fierce start, so they went up directly with a machete.
In the dedicated elevator for employees, wearing electrician uniforms, Guan Shan and Zhang Bi entered the room on the twelfth floor like monsters.
Listening to the songs of Young Strauss in the presidential suite, Su Dongcai, who was about to sleep peacefully, chopped off two monsters and walked in.
One to the left and one to the right, before the seven companions who came with him could react, there were several flying knives. Guan Shan was far superior to Zhang Bi in terms of throwing daggers. The four flying knives just turned their eyes and sank into the opponent's eyebrows.
.
With a pop, red and white shot out, his eyeballs bulged there, and then blood covered his cheeks. You could clearly see that Guan Shan's extremely calm face was filled with surprising excitement. Yes, he was very
Happy.
"Malay Scimitar Sotongchai?"
Zhang Bi put a two-handed machete on his neck the second before the Southeast Asian brat drew his gun and looked at him coldly.
"Who are you?!"
Su Dongchai gave up resistance, raised his hands, and then asked.
On the sofa, surrounding the coffee table, are seven corpses.
Guan Shan kicked one of the corpses away, and then took out several large boxes from the room. After opening them, there were dismantled and well-placed sniper rifles inside.
Who knows how they got in.
At this time, the power supply on the twelfth floor is still a problem.
Su Dongcai vaguely seemed to know who the other party was.
"Who are you……"
puff!
With a violent knife, Su Dongchai's throat was slit, and with a pop, blood spurted out, reaching the ceiling and staining it red.
"As long as it's you! You're the one to be killed!"
Guan Shan looked at him and asked: "Why do you still ask?"
"Let him die knowingly." Zhang Bi took out his lighter, pried open the gasoline barrel he brought with him with a dagger, and poured all the gasoline on it. Then he pulled off the wires on the lamp and wiped the sparks.
It started burning along the sofa.
"Are you leaving?" Guan Shan asked, carrying the box.
Zhang Bi wiped his hands with the machete and said, "Let's go."
Open the window and jump down.
At the height of the twelfth floor, Zhang Bi actually fell to the ground freely!
With a bang, his feet landed on the ground, causing a deep hole in the concrete floor of the parking lot.
Guan Shan was stunned, but he still jumped down, holding a wire rope in his hand.
The Yangtze 750 was launched and headed towards the next target.
The entire fight lasted not even five minutes. They broke in brutally, slashed and killed, and the battle was over.
"That fuck, is this fuck still a human being?"
Several instructors posted outside the Secret Service were completely unable to understand how someone could jump directly from the 12th floor. This is simply not the way normal people should think.
However, if they knew what Zhang Bi was doing in the desert of Western Xinjiang, they probably wouldn't be too surprised.
The power on the twelfth floor was restored, but before the fire trucks came in, the police had arrived. However, there was a big difference between this group of police and the local police. The eyes of these people were more fierce.
Burn, keep burning.
In addition to escorting the people on the floor down, the fire protection system that was supposed to be functioning was also shut down. The fire truck outside was intercepted, and no one knew why.
It took about twenty-five minutes for firefighters to enter.
However, the room was already covered in ashes, and the fire did not expand, but was confined to a small area, where were eight dark, charred corpses.
All the property was robbed, and the hotel may have suffered a lot of damage.
However, these are no longer important.
How to deal with the matter is no longer a concern for the police, because the MSS has already taken over.
As Kaohsiung smoked, he felt that his nerves were getting thicker again and again. Compared with a year ago, he felt that he had become extremely stronger now, especially in the face of such emergencies that might appear at any time*
condition.
"Su Dongchai used the scimitar. He didn't even have a chance to use it, and his throat was cut. His head was about to fall off."
After tearing off his gloves, the forensic doctor took off his glasses, but when he saw the scars on the back of the guy's hand from a close-range penetrating shot, he could still feel that this guy was tough, and he was definitely not a simple forensic doctor.
"You can study this guy's method of action from a strategic perspective."
Shang Hexin said authentically.
Several people around them nodded. These people are field instructors. They are only half a level lower than Shang Hexin and have great power. In fact, Zhang Bi and Guan Shan exist as non-staff personnel within the Secret Service Office. Although Zhang Bi
He Guanshan himself did not know this.
Letting these two beasts act this time was something Shang Hexin had already prepared for.
The simple and crude method has not been used like this for many years.
Many times, talking about evidence or considering political issues will make things very complicated, which is something that Shang Hexin cannot accept.
Catfish effect.
If there are living things in a pool of stagnant water, it will no longer be stagnant water. Only when it flows can it regain its vitality.
However, Boss Shang wants more than just vitality, he wants fierce fighting power and crazy fighting ideas.
Wu Xingyun couldn't wait, so how could he bear it?
"Mr. Shang, the news is here."
Shang Hexin looked down and said, "Send it over."
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The speed of Malay Scimitar's death was simply unbelievable. A few days later, some people were shocked that those long-famous figures disappeared so easily.
No one knows what happened.
Just like that the nervousness disappeared.
From the night of August 30th to the 31st of August, it is hard to know what exactly happened in the east. However, Eva McKenna, a woman, had a vague feeling that she might have missed the calculation.
What.
So, that day, she fled to Zhonghai overnight.
The reason why she used the word "escape" was very appropriate. It was a two-and-a-half-hour drive and a flight on September 1st. Her sixth sense gave her an ominous and bad feeling.
Very strong.
After the groundbreaking ceremony on August 31, Zhang Bi was playing with a Malaysian scimitar in the car. This was a trophy that was recovered from the body of the Malay scimitar Su Dongchai.
There is also a reward order.
He crumpled up the piece of waste paper and threw it outside. Dongfang Gang looked at him and said, "You should learn to hibernate."
Zhang Bi opened a book of materials science and asked without raising his head: "Are you hibernating?"
Dongfang Gang was stunned for a moment, but then he stopped trying to persuade Zhang Bi.
Although he didn't know what Zhang Bi had done in the past two days, he could feel that this boy would never settle for peace and quiet.
He had seen that kind of arrogance and fanaticism in the eyes of many arrogant people.
It's just that Zhang Bi is even stronger.
"Don't you know that you should be considered a businessman now?"
Dongfang Gang crossed his fingers and looked at him.
In the car, Dongfang Yitian pricked up her ears and listened to the conversation between her father and Zhang Bi. She had a deep understanding of Zhang Bi's calmness and cruelty, which was so violent that it made people shudder.
"I've never been a businessman."
Zhang Bi felt bored, closed the material science, then looked at Dongfang Gang and said: "Just do it when you need it, it's that simple."
Dongfang Gang smiled: "A strong body can cope with the competition in the great era, right? Your qualities are in line with the trend of this era."
"Only when the sea is flowing can a hero show his true colors? That thing is too illusory and has nothing to do with me."
Zhang Bi put the Malaysian machete into its scabbard and showed an excited smile: "I suddenly discovered that collecting the enemy's persistence and beliefs may be a pursuit."
"You are not that kind of person."
Dongfang Gang thought about it and added, "Huang Silang may be, but you are not."
Zhang Bi looked at Dongfang Gang strangely, and then asked doubtfully: "Why do I always feel like you are paying attention to me?"
Dongfang Gang laughed: "Who knows? Maybe I just think you are very interesting."