Under the chassis of the Mercedes-Benz, the timed explosive was installed. There was a scarlet red signal light.
A disdainful sneer appeared on Chen Zongheng's face... It was just a C4 bomb designed with 12 spokes... In front of him, it seemed like a children's toy.
Back then, the United States dispatched ten F-22 Raptor fighter jets, but they couldn't defeat him.
Now, what does this little C4 bomb in front of me mean?
His eyes were indifferent, and he slowly stretched out his hand, like an elegant gentleman, and began to dismantle the explosives.
His white hands were dismantling the explosives as if they were creating a work of art. Every movement was extremely skillful.
With two or three clicks, he detached the time bomb.
Two hundred meters away, Qiu Yiren's beautiful eyes were fixed on the chassis of the car... A complicated look of worry appeared on her pretty face... As time passed by, her breathing was slightly messy... The worry became more and more intense.
The bodyguards present also looked solemn and nervous...cautiously waiting around the young lady, alert to the situation at the scene.
Just when Qin Weiyi and the bodyguards were worried and anxious, a figure slowly emerged from the bottom of the car.
It's Chen Zongheng.
He just stood there calmly, holding a black time bomb in his hand.
His eyes were calm and he dusted himself off.
At this time, the expressions of all the bodyguards present suddenly changed! They saw the thing in Mr. Chen's hand!
That's... a bomb?! It's a bomb! These bodyguards didn't expect that... just for a moment during the meal... under the protection of their group of bodyguards... someone... dared to install a time bomb under the lady's car?! The other party
...how did it happen?!
Qiu Yiren stood not far away, her pretty face also pale.
She didn't expect that in just one dinner, she would have already experienced...a life and death disaster!
The other party actually installed explosives in his car in public?!
This is too unscrupulous! Too much disregard for the laws of this city!
"Which car belongs to Huang Honghui?" Chen Zongheng grabbed a hotel waiter and asked.
The waiter looked flustered and hesitated, "Who...who is Huang Honghui? I don't know..."
Chen Zongheng didn't waste any time, he grabbed his neck and lifted him up, "Don't you know who Huang Honghui is?"
If Huang Honghui could send someone to install explosives at the hotel entrance, then... he must have bribed the waiter at the hotel entrance. Therefore, he was too lazy to talk nonsense.
The waiter was almost out of breath and his face was pale.
As long as Chen Zongheng exerted more force, his trachea would be severed.
He stretched out his hand tremblingly and pointed at the Lamborghini sports car not far away.
Chen Zongheng threw the waiter several meters away, then walked directly to the black Lamborghini sports car with the bomb in his hand.
Lamborghini lp-770, known as the centenary supercar, is limited to one hundred units worldwide.
Supercar worth tens of millions!
Chen Zongheng looked indifferent, smashed the window of the Lamborghini, and threw the C4 bomb into the sports car.
"If you do this, I'm afraid...why not call the police?" Qiu Yiren stepped forward with a solemn and complicated face.
At this moment, the billionaire CEO became a little helpless.
In this case, the only option is to call the police.
"No need, it's unnecessary. Just courtesy." Chen Zongheng's eyes were calm and calm, and he took a deep breath of the cigarette.
He turned around and walked straight to the Mercedes-Benz.
"Let's go, it's getting late." Chen Zongheng stepped into the car calmly, as if nothing had happened.
Qiu Yiren's pretty face was complicated. After hesitating for a long time, she turned around and got into the car.
The Mercedes-Benz convoy slowly drove away...
…
Not long after, Huang Honghui walked out of the Hilton Hotel with a grim expression.
He stood in the empty seat where the Mercedes-Benz had been parked just now, with a cold and ferocious smile on his lips, "Qiu Yiren... Since you chose hell, then I... have no choice but to send you on your way. Don't blame me."
"And that person named Chen...even if you are blown into pieces of flesh and blood, I will pick up every piece of meat from your body and throw it to the dogs."
Huang Honghui's eyes were calm and cold, and he murmured to himself, which contained endless killing intent.
Tonight, since the negotiation failed, then... we will continue to do nothing.
Kill them quickly!
After saying that, Huang Honghui took out a remote control button from his pocket. It was dark and cold, as if it smelled of death.
Huang Honghui's handsome face flashed with ferocity, it was the pleasure of revenge... it was the pleasure of destroying a delicate rose... Since he couldn't get the woman, he would kill her!
"Dip." Huang Honghui pressed the remote control.
"Young Master Huang... no!" In the distance, a hotel waiter suddenly shouted in horror!
Huang Honghui's eyes were deep and he turned to look at the waiter in confusion.
at the same time……
"Boom——!!" A loud noise!!
The black Lamborghini sports car next to it exploded instantly! A sea of flames shot into the sky!!
Huang Honghui had no time to react... and was directly blown away by a huge wave of air!!
There was complete chaos at the entrance of the Hilton Hotel! Guests were running away!
Huang Honghui fell to the ground, his whole body was in a miserable mess... Countless glass fragments stabbed his body like sharp thorns... His face... chest... arms... were all covered in blood! His whole body was blown into pieces.
people!
Huang Honghui's body trembled with fear, and his pupils looked at the sea of fire in disbelief!!
His Lamborghini, a sky-high price limited edition sports car worth 30 million... At this moment, it has turned into a sea of fire!!
"Well……!!"
"Uh...ah!!"
Huang Honghui's eyes were blood red and he looked up to the sky and howled!!
His body covered in blood was shaking violently...!
With rage in his heart, "Pfft!" Huang Honghui suddenly spurted out another mouthful of blood!
Immediately afterwards, his eyes were stunned... and he fell down and passed out!
…
Shanghai City, late at night.
The Huang Family Ancient House.
An ambulance roared, its lights flashing, and quickly stopped in front of the Huang family's house.
Huang Honghui was covered in blood and was lying on a stretcher. He was carried out by more than a dozen nurses.
At this time, he had passed out.
His whole body was covered with debris from the exploding glass, and blood overflowed, making him extremely miserable.
"Quickly, report to the head of the family! The second young master... is in danger!"
Soon, several of his men looked anxious and hurried into the house... and reported it immediately!
Huang family's ancient house, in a martial arts gym.
The owner of the house, Huang Zhengming, is sitting cross-legged, with his hands on his legs, meditating quietly and feeling at ease.
During these days, the pain of losing his son made him bear too much blood pressure.
He must practice this to calm his mind.
The funeral of the eldest son Xu Yang has just passed, and the first seven days have not yet passed.
As a father, he must personally keep vigil for his son.
After waiting for the first seven rebirth rituals, everything...can take action.
This is the facade of a wealthy family, and it is also the last etiquette observed after the death of the son.
This influential figure who has been rampant in the south of the Yangtze River for decades, usually kills people and leaves corpses at his feet. Now, he has to endure the pain of losing his son and forcibly suppress the murderous hatred in his heart. For him, it is an endless torment.
torment.
"There are still three days until Xuyang's first seven come back to life." Huang Zhengming sat cross-legged in the martial arts training hall, closed his eyes and said slowly, "Are all the etiquettes ready?"
Beside, the pale old servant... Uncle Zhong, stood there, nodding solemnly.
"Don't worry, sir, the matters for the first seven worships have been prepared. Everything will be done in accordance with the highest customs and standards. The young master will pass away peacefully. Even if he is reincarnated, he will definitely be a general."
After hearing Uncle Zhong's words, Huang Zhengming nodded slowly.
Everything is ready when ready.
Everything he is enduring now is just to give his son a final farewell.
The first seven days of Xuyang have not passed, so keep everything simple.
Wait until the first seven worships are completed.
Put it down, draw the knife, and get out of the body.
"Report!! Master! Something happened!!"
At this moment, suddenly there was a hurried message from his subordinates outside the door of the martial arts hall!