Daxia City, a unique street corner.
An old-fashioned Passat was parked in the parking space at the intersection. Zhao Ziliang got out of the car and closed the door. He leaned on the hood and looked around before lighting a cigarette.
These characteristic streets are basically old buildings in some cities. Most of them have been warned of violations or are pending demolition. In short, no one lives in them. The same goes for this area of Daxia City. Later, it was taken over by a group of wild men and started some shady business.
Just by looking at the pink or red lights at the door of each dilapidated house, and the women standing at each door, you can roughly know what is going on here.
They wore scantily clad clothes and behaved wildly, teasing passers-by from time to time.
Zhao Ziliang does not despise such people. If there is no other way, no woman would put herself in such a situation. Maybe the family is in difficulty, maybe she is in urgent need of money, or maybe she is being forced. In short, one person has his own way of living, and others Life can't say anything.
Before Zhao Ziliang became a ghost controller, he was a well-known gangster in the local area, known for his bravery and ruthlessness in fights. Later, he just became a small boss with three or five younger brothers. He accidentally entered Fengmen Village during an outing and became like this.
When I finished smoking a cigarette, I saw Xu Fang walking out of a small room full of entertainment and entertainment in the alley. He was smiling before leaving, looking quite satisfied.
Xu Fang is thirty-eight this year. He is quite good-looking. In his early years, he was a mixed-race old man. Now that he is older and has a bit of a mustache, he is also considered successful and famous. He is dressed maturely and well, making him look like the uncle that young people call him. appearance.
Xu Fang walked out of the alley happily, then took Zhao Ziliang's cigarette and leaned on the hood.
"The person is indeed inside. I don't know which part he is from or why he is here. I asked Wu Qiu to check the headquarters' action records. Anyway, he is not from the headquarters." Xu Fang exhaled a puff of smoke and whispered.
Zhao Ziliang shook off the cigarette butt and crossed his arms.
"Hehe, he is causing trouble in our territory without saying hello. It seems he has a lot of background."
Terror has been revived for some time, and the establishment of the Twelve Captains at the headquarters has been rumored even more. Anyone with some background basically knows where Daxia City is.
Most of the knowledgeable ghost masters rationally avoid Daxia City activities. The few who have to come for some reasons will know the rules and go to the Ping An Hotel to report, or give Xu Fang and Zhao Ziliang a call before coming to this place. Hello, there were quite a lot of people who sneaked into Daxia and made moves like this without saying hello, and Shen Lin killed a lot of them during the conflict with the circle of friends.
Coupled with the subsequent S-class plague ghost incident, the entire Great Xia almost fell, and was solved by Shen Lin single-handedly. After the news spread, this group of people completely settled down, and there were only a few who were not smart.
I didn't expect it to pop up again now.
Xu Fang spat, with a sneer on his lips and a very disdainful expression.
"The news that Captain Shen went to Shennongjia was leaked. The horror level of that incident was too high, and some people were already prepared that Captain Shen would not be able to come back. No, they are leaderless, and they are waiting to take over Daxia."
"When the wind blows, cats and dogs think they can do it."
Since the top-secret information about Shen Lin's trip to Shennongjia was leaked, there is now a lot of true or false information floating around on the market.
Not long ago, Ye Zhen released news on the supernatural forum, claiming that he had seen Shen Lin involved in the incident, and that he would wait for Shen Lin to come back and arrange a battle for a showdown.
Some people believe this and some don't, but there are also many people who are interested in it. The resurgence of terror is becoming more and more obvious, and many people with ulterior motives are beginning to lose control.
Zhao Ziliang and Xu Fang waited for a while, but saw no movement. This group seemed to have some big plan.
"Damn, what are these people doing? The cat has been almost a baby for a long time and is nailed to death here?"
Zhao Ziliang was silent for a few seconds and then stood up.
"No wait, let's go in and see what the options are. If you shoot the first bird, if it hurts them, the rest will naturally take action. If you want to do anything else, you have to think carefully."
Anyone who has ever engaged in a social fight knows that if you bring down the leader and the one who shouts the loudest, the opponent's momentum will be weakened by half.
Zhao Ziliang obviously knows this well.
"Okay, it's up to you." Xu Fang threw the unfinished cigarette to the ground, stamped it out with his foot, and followed Zhao Ziliang into the alley.
After jogging for a few steps, the two of them arrived at the door of the small room where Xu Fang came out just now. Xu Fang smiled and explained that the cooperation just now was very good and that this was a new customer introduced to the other party.
The woman was a little disgusted when she saw Zhao Ziliang's three-layer package inside and outside, looking like a mummy, but she didn't hold back on the money and opened the door directly to let him in.
As soon as he entered the door and wanted to take off his clothes, Xu Fang put him down directly.
For those in this profession, there is usually a back door in the hut for easy escape at any time. Cunning rabbits have three holes, and this woman is no different.
As soon as the curtain-like thing in front of the bed was opened, there was a passage half a person's height. Xu Fang took Zhao Ziliang there, looked at the old house area that was obviously a private area, and pointed to a room on the third floor.
"It's right there. I saw it just now. There were only about three or four people there, not many."
Zhao Ziliang nodded and took the lead up the stairs.
Originally just looking for trouble, the two of them didn't care about the lightness of their feet. After arriving at the designated room on the third floor, they opened the door directly.
The door was unlocked and Zhao Ziliang pushed it open easily.
There were a total of four people in the room, scattered in several directions of the room. Two were watching TV, one seemed to be resting, and the other was sitting at the table not knowing what to do.
After the four people saw Zhao Ziliang and Xu Fangzhi coming in blankly, they all looked over with unkind eyes. The resting person was even worse. He stood up like a zombie standing up and looked at the two men with very threatening eyes. sex.
Zhao Ziliang directly took out the golden pistol from his waist. This thing is useless in most situations, but it can express an attitude very well.
Zhao Ziliang shouted, pointing the gun at a man watching TV.
"Daxia City Interpol, please come here uninvited. Please give your name."
The person being pointed at the gun was a young man who looked unconvinced. He threw away the remote control in his hand without saying anything, and stood up to approach Zhao Ziliang.
"boom."
The gun went off immediately. Zhao Ziliang didn't bother him at all. How can I be polite to you when I'm just looking for trouble?
"Bang bang bang!!!"
Zhao Ziliang fired several times, and the special bullets in the gun were directly consumed by him. The young man who got up had at least seven or eight holes in his body, but no blood was left. The other person's blood seemed to have solidified long ago and disappeared. Instead, it was the flesh and blood of the wounds. Rotted and dried up, like a hole opened by an explosion.
The young man's expression was still a little dazed, as if he didn't expect that Zhao Ziliang didn't even say any threatening words to you, and just went straight to it.
Gold is gold after all, and this young man is not an outlier. Two of Zhao Ziliang's eight shots hit him directly in the head, and the opponent immediately turned his head and died.
(End of chapter)
