The Road to Slaying God

Zhang Yang made a victory gesture towards Liu Biao and Aze, shrugged his shoulders, and walked out with a wry smile. He regretted a little. He should have introduced Liu Biao to Wang Yan earlier when he was in Province H, otherwise Wang Yan would also Wouldn't reject them so much.

Liu Biao stood up with a proud look on his face, put on his long pointed-toe leather shoes, and dragged Aze to follow him. For Liu Biao, making that arrogant woman surrender was the greatest sense of accomplishment.

There is a special elevator going downstairs from the presidential suite. As soon as everyone got out of the elevator, Manager Fang appeared in front of Wang Yan, nodding and bending like a ghost.

"Dear Miss Wang, you are our distinguished guests. Our hotel can provide you with a Rolls-Royce..." Manager Fang said with a flattering smile.

"I don't have a car? Get out of the way!" Wang Yan was getting angry, her eyebrows raised.

"..." Manager Fang flattered the horse and slapped it on the leg. Wang Yan glared at him, and he was so frightened that he backed away and almost fell down.

The hotel is very efficient. The glass curtain wall has actually been erected and several workers are assembling it. The warm temperature has returned to the lobby.

When Zhang Yang followed Wang Yan out, he was stunned when he saw the high-end cars gliding out in front of the hotel. Even Manager Fang, who was standing not far away, was also wide-eyed.

Although there are no top-end cars like Rolls-Royce among these cars, they are all high-end cars that are worth a lot of money. The ones worth more than one million yuan are considered the cheapest.

Xuelian and Wang Yan got into a Cadillac, and Zhang Yang, Aze, and Liu Biao were too lazy to separate, so they all squeezed into a Buick business car.

The convoy got better as it passed through the city of Yanjing. Soon, everyone lost their sense of direction. At first, Zhang Yang tried to determine his position through calculations. Later, he failed. Yanjing was too big. His computer-like brain was unable to determine the direction and location for a while. After all, he had almost no geographical concept of Yanjing.

The convoy entered a fence with a large iron gate closed, and stopped at a building complex. The building complex looked like residential buildings, but the vehicles parked at the door looked like a prosperous entertainment venue.

The building is not high, with four floors at most, but it looks very grand. Strictly speaking, this building should be better described as a building complex. It stretches for more than 200 meters. The main style of the building complex is Roman architecture. Style, there are huge Roman columns and some reliefs everywhere.

There is a huge lawn downstairs. In the middle of the lawn is a sculpture of [***]. The lawn is surrounded by brand-new cars, many of which Zhang Yang has never seen before.

Everyone had already lost their way. After getting off the car, they followed Xuelian in a daze and walked into a small door of the building. The door next to the small door was tightly closed.

Inside the small door is a deep doorway, with uniformed security guards standing on both sides of the doorway. The security guards all have serious faces and look intently.

"Didi!"

The three of them had just passed through a doorway when suddenly, there was a violent alarm sound above them, and after the alarm, a red light flashed.

"Stop!" A dark-skinned security guard with a majestic look stretched out his baton and blocked the bodies of the three of them. At this time, Wang Yan had already walked into the hall with Xue Lian.

"What are you doing?" The baton was pressed against Liu Biao's chest. Liu Biao was naturally unhappy. If he were not in this strange place, Liu Biao would have gone crazy.

The security guard didn't say anything. He raised his head and motioned Liu Biao to look at a delicate small sign hanging on the wall. The sign read: It is strictly prohibited to carry guns and controlled knives.

Looking at the words on the sign, Zhang Yang was stunned.

Now, they encountered a problem, that is Aze's waist knife. No matter Zhang Yang or Liu Biao, they all know that Aze's waist knife never leaves their side. No matter what kind of environment, the waist knife will always be within Aze's reach. place.

Looking at the frozen bodies of the three people, the atmosphere suddenly became oppressive. More than a dozen security guards standing on both sides of the doorway also stared at the three people closely. The expression of the security guard who held Liu Biao with his baton was still grim. With a blank look on his face, it was obvious that he was the leader of this group of security guards.

For some reason, Zhang Yang felt a strong murderous aura.

This is not a group of security guards!

Zhang Yang was almost immediately sure that this was definitely not a group of ordinary security guards, but a group of well-trained soldiers. The security guards could not be so calm, nor could they have such a murderous spirit and sense of coercion.

"Get out of the way!" Liu Biao looked fiercely at the security guard who held him with a baton.

The security guard still had a blank expression on his face, as if he were a sculpture without any emotion, and the baton in his hand did not move at all.

The air seemed to be burning.

"What's wrong?" Suddenly, Wang Yan came over holding Xuelian's arm and looked at the security guard in surprise.

What surprised Zhang Yang was that the security guard didn't say a word. He just nodded slightly and motioned Wang Yan to look at the sign on the wall.

"They are my friends!" Wang Yan said angrily.

The security guard shook his head, showing no emotion at all, as unwavering as a mountain.

"Are you going to let them in?" Wang Yan seemed helpless against these security guards, and actually said threateningly.

"Of course, you can call my superior. If my mission is revoked, I will leave immediately." Finally, the security guard spoke.

"You..." Wang Yan suddenly turned red with anger and took out the phone, "Hey, Uncle Zhu, who did you get? My friends are not allowed to come in to my dance party?!"

Almost immediately, Zhang Yang's meditation began, collecting the sounds on the phone.

"Ah... Yan'er... that... that... they are not under my control. You can ask Uncle Stuttering to find out. I don't know. Well, that's it. I'm meeting foreign guests. You have a good time... …Dudu…”

"Uncle Zhu... hum..." Wang Yan was furious and gritted her teeth and dialed another phone number, "Uncle Stuttering... are you busy?"

"Haha, Yan'er, if you're not busy, would you like to come over and drink tea with me?" Almost immediately, Zhang Yang recognized the general's voice.

"I don't even like drinking tea. By the way, someone inexplicably arranged more than ten security guards for me today, always following me, and even taking away my gun. It's so annoying. You let them Can you please leave?" Wang Yan said coquettishly.

"Ah...ahem...that...I can't make the decision, you call Xiao Zhu, oops, no good...I remembered something very important, you play first, I hang up...toot beep……"

There was a busy signal on the phone, and Wang Yan looked at the phone in her hand blankly, as if she hadn't reacted yet.

Zhang Yang couldn't help but laugh. He guessed the reason almost immediately. It must have been that Wang Yan was wandering around the hotel with a pistol today and the general noticed it. The general was afraid that something would happen to her, so he simply confiscated her pistol, arranged a group of bodyguards, and started carrying clothes. The man in suit must also be one of the bodyguards.

"Forget it, Aze, take it out." Zhang Yang said to Aze, looking at Wang Yan gritting her teeth.

"Ding!"

Aze didn't say anything. He raised his hand and saw that a sharp waist knife had been nailed to the sign. The blade was still trembling, making a "buzzing" sound.

Almost at the moment Aze's waist knife was released, the eyes of the security guard who held Liu Biao's baton sharply sharpened, and more than a dozen security guards also exuded a fierce aura.

"Can you go now? Humph!" Wang Yan glanced at Zhang Yang gratefully, then stared at the security guard fiercely.

Knowing that, the security guard still shook his head and glanced at the red light that was still flashing above.

"Hey, are you finished?"

Wang Yan's fingers almost touched the security guard's face. Unfortunately, the security guard seemed to treat her as transparent and didn't even look at her. His baton remained frozen in the air.

"Who still has weapons?" Zhang Yang couldn't help but be a little confused. Liu Biao rarely carried weapons since he put the paper knife in the market, and Aze never used the second weapon.

Aze and Liu Biao shrugged, indicating that they had no weapons.

"Strange, we passed by one by one...ahem..."

Zhang Yang took a few steps back. What shocked him was that when he took two steps back, the red warning light immediately stopped flashing. At this time, the security guard released his baton that was holding Liu Biao, his eyes He stared closely at Zhang Yang.

Now, even Aze and Liu Biao looked confused. They both knew that Zhang Yang rarely carried weapons. What's more, everyone was together recently, and there were no weapons around Zhang Yang at all.

"Is this thing broken? Use the button as a pistol!" Liu Biao looked up at the red light in confusion, reached out and hooked the hook, but it was too high, so he gave up.

"No, this is the most advanced instrument with powerful analytical capabilities. It can analyze the proportion of dangers based on the shape of the metal." The security guard kept saying with a serious look on his face.

(To be continued)