The purpose of Yang Ligong's visit to the capital this time was not only to be invited to attend Jiang Bangzheng's celebration party, but also to take on the responsibility of dealing with certain emergencies. However, the death of his grandson Yang Fan was like a poisonous thorn in his chest. Ever since he entered the capital
After the boundary, the poisonous sting in his chest began to cause heart-gnawing pain. e^Look
This heavenly warrior who was burned by the fire of hatred has long lost the calmness of the past. He wants revenge. Only with the blood of his enemies can he extinguish the poisonous flames in his heart. Even if he makes Jiang Bangzheng displeased, he will still choose to talk.
Clearly, there must be a clear answer today.
Jiang Bangzheng now regrets inviting Duke Yang Li to the capital. The old man has been blinded by hatred. He has investigated Yang Fan's death and it is entirely his own fault. As for the body, it was secretly disposed of by two people from the Dian Cang faction.
The so-called hatred is nothing more than what Yang Ligong imposed on the little worshiper of the Chinese Martial Spirit.
"Mr. Li, what Jiang promised will be done. Please be patient." Jiang Bangzheng smiled and gave a promise. In his opinion, it was inappropriate for Mr. Yang Li to bring up this matter now, but people like him
He has already reached the point where his emotions and anger are invisible, and it is difficult for outsiders to judge any of his intentions from his words and actions.
Yang Ligong smiled coldly, put the broken pieces of porcelain in his hand on the table, and stopped talking with a sullen face. In his opinion, it doesn't matter who is in power, as long as he can obtain more benefits for the Dian Cang faction, of course the most important thing now is
It was for revenge, or to calm down the burning anger in his heart.
Jiang Bangzheng did not touch the wine glass on the table, and left after saying a few polite words. There was no friendship between the five elders. Huan Zun and Feng Zun also left behind, and the other three were driven to their hotel by the guards.
The hotel was all arranged in advance. Shortly after everyone left, a few green bricks opened in the corner of the courtyard in the middle of the courtyard, and a thin figure jumped out.
This man is thin and thin, with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and two mustaches sticking up at the corners of his chest. He looks like he was born to be a thief. This is none other than Jet Lag, who is known as the world's oldest thief. Now he has officially joined the team.
Huaxia Wuhun, today he was ordered to secretly monitor the conversations of these people. The task was completed very smoothly. Now he only needs to report the exchange.
At the Chinese Martial Spirit General Staff Headquarters, Long Fengyang hung up the phone, with a look of disappointment on his face that could not be concealed. The time difference did not bring any useful news. If there is news of some value, it is Yang Li of the Diancang Sect.
The public may be unfavorable to Xu Qing, but the boy is in Jiangcheng now, and there is still plenty of time to inform him.
As the saying goes, once the emperor, once the court, Long Fengyang's heart is still towards the Li family. Once the power of Jiang State is in control, how the Wuhun Special Forces will deal with itself is also a question that must be considered. A few days ago, he asked He Shang to sweep away the party.
The underground forces in the three southeastern provinces somewhat showed good intentions to Jiang Bangzheng, but later they were completely heartbroken after hearing his remarks at a high-level meeting.
Jiang Bangzheng said frankly that the military can protect the country, protect the territory and defeat the enemy, and the police can revitalize the country and eliminate crime, but there is no need for an organization like Huaxia Wuhun, which has neither military nor police, to exist;
On the contrary, it is easy to become a breeding ground for certain privileges, and it is also a serious waste of resources.
The new ruler never mentioned the Holy Blade and Dragon Teeth Teams, which are similar in nature. Instead, he said that the Chinese Wuhun was an organization that enjoyed privileges. To put it mildly, he was a private soldier of a certain family. These remarks reached Long Ya.
Feng Yang's ears almost made him explode with anger. For so many years, the Chinese martial arts have devoted themselves to serving the country and the people without any selfish intentions. How many people have sacrificed their lives to safeguard the dignity of the country, but in the end they ended up in ruins.
Police or not.
Long Fengyang is now beginning to worry that the first thing Jiang Bangzheng will do after taking power is to disband the Chinese Wuhun. An unprecedented sense of crisis lingers in his heart, leaving him to monitor Jiang Bangzheng and the loyal party.
Their conversation may have contained some unclear hopes, but the result was somewhat disappointing.
Just when Long Fengyang was worried about the future of Huaxia Wuhun, Xu Qing, who was far away in Jiangcheng, had already returned home. He immediately ran upstairs and turned on the computer, and then took out the Ejīng that had not been used for a long time from the big bottle.
The spirit poked into the USB port and boarded a penguin with a scarf.
As the elf is connected, a friend dialog box pops up in less than five seconds, and Anhua requests to add you as a friend.
Xu Qing nodded in agreement, and immediately a playful doll's head popped up: "Boss, long time no see, I am Feng Anhua."
Xu Qing smiled, sent the website of Black Gentleman Killer, and then typed: "Is there any way you can help me get rid of this website? It's best to hack it so hard that even its mother doesn't recognize it."
Feng Anhua came over with a waiting expression, and then remained silent for five minutes: "Boss, this is a real killer website, but hacking it is a piece of cake. I have at least a hundred ways to make it fall.
Mold, are you sure you want to do this?"
"I'm sure, but I have to hack it without putting myself in any danger. Can I do that?" To deal with the black gentleman, just waiting for it to happen, Xu Qing thought of using the world's top hackers to deal with it, but
I don’t want anything to go wrong with Feng Anhua.
Feng Anhua immediately replied with a message: "Don't worry, I will join forces with a few good friends to do it right away. It only takes about ten minutes to hack this website to the point of tears, and it is absolutely safe. Just fight like a landlord and wait for the news."
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Xu Qing happened to be preparing to play Landlord at this time. When he saw this news, his finger on the mouse suddenly froze. He thought to himself, this guy really has a way. No wonder he used to say that he was the king of the Internet...
Xu Qing doesn't know what the process is like when a hacker fights a black gentleman. In short, this is a battle without gunpowder. All he needs to do is fight a few landlords and wait patiently.
Ten minutes later, Feng Anhua sent a message: "It's done, we have completely disabled this website, including all customer information. In addition, the bank accounts involved in this website have been found out, and we are now arranging people."
Crack the code, I believe it won’t take long for all the money earned by these killers to be donated to the Red Cross, hahaha!”
Xu Qing smiled and replied with two words, thank you. Feng Anhua sent back a message: "Unplug the elf immediately. I will be able to see it whenever you go online in the future. I wish you a happy Landlord fight, bye!"
One of the world's top killer organizations meets a group of equally top young hackers. There is no suspense about the outcome of the battle on the Internet. The tragedy is undoubtedly the former!