The Road to Slaying God

"What?" Zhang Yang was stunned.

"You want to provide me with a stable and safe life so that I can realize my ideals without having to travel around." The old man smiled.

Zhang Yang didn't answer and smiled. There were many things that didn't need to be said. When he saw the old man for the first time in the dungeon, he had already decided that he would never let the old man directly enter the world again. After all, the old man was old. , so old that he can only stay behind the scenes and make suggestions.

Zhang Yang believes that the old man will be a very qualified military advisor!

"After establishing the killer organization, what are your plans?" The old man did not continue to talk about that topic. It was already very obvious, and Zhang Yang acquiesced.

"After I go to the pirate village tomorrow, I will leave for a while and go to Japan. The original plan was for Aze and Liu Biao to go with me. However, the current situation in Somalia is not stable yet, so let them stay. Cooperate with you. After I handle the matter in Japan, I will return to China to go to Zhi City and C City. China is our foundation. Therefore, I must talk to Brother Dao. In addition, I also need to look for people. A group of potential killers rushed to Somalia to receive your training..."

"Why are we looking for killers in the country?" The old man wondered. For him, as long as he obeyed, it didn't matter the nationality of the killer. After all, this was a killer organization, not a patriotic organization like the Patriotic Alliance.

"Not only do I want to find potential killers at home, I want to find potential killers all over the world. I want every country, every nation, and every race to have outstanding killers join our organization!"

Zhang Yang's plain tone was full of boundless ambition, and even the old man felt a pressure. This pressure originated from Zhang Yang's ambition and hope.

If we talk about ambition, the old man only sees the present, while Zhang Yang sees the future and the overall situation. There is no comparison between the two's vision. If the old man has Zhang Yang's strategic vision, then the old man is not a A third-rate killer.

…

As evening approached, the four black men in suits and ties were already covered with shopping bags. Later, they simply rented a car and followed them slowly, which relieved the pressure on the four of them.

The sun slowly sets, and the setting sun shines on the dome of the mosque, which looks extremely solemn. The streets are quiet, and there are often a group of camels or cattle walking slowly in the way, and the rented car has to slow down to avoid them.

Walking on the streets of Mogadishu, you can see local women wearing colorful national costumes. Many girls wear beautiful flower headscarves on their towering hair accessories. Although Somalis believe in Islam, women covered with black veils are not seen. All this makes people feel that this city is not only rich in distinctive African characteristics, but also maintains many Arab customs and habits.

Liu Biao's eyes widened. Although African girls have dark skin, they have graceful figures, swaying walks, and extremely graceful postures... Along the way, several people drank fresh milk sold on the roadside when they were thirsty. The old man said that only after Zhang Yang did they know that Mogadishu still retains many interesting traditional features of a country dominated by agriculture and animal husbandry. Some residents build fences next to their houses to raise cattle, and they sell fresh milk to people. The green fodder that the cattle eat is delivered regularly every day by herdsmen in the suburbs.

Although it didn't last long, with the old man, a Somali expert, by their side to explain, everyone felt that they had seen a lot of things and had a more intuitive feeling about Somalia. If there was no war, this would be a very beautiful country.

As night fell, everyone was tired, and the old man was not in good health. After returning to the hotel and eating something, they all went back to their rooms to rest.

According to the old rules, Zhang Yang had a room, Liu Biao had a room, and the old man and his wife had a room. Zhang Yang was too lazy to take care of the money, so he gave the money room to the old man and asked for another house. Zhang Yang believed that the old man would definitely find a way. Make that pile of money disappear.

In fact, Zhang Yang didn't know that a lot of the money would be spent immediately by the old man, because when the old man took them to play, he had already contacted more than a dozen arms dealers and ordered a large number of weapons and ammunition.

In Somalia, as long as you have money, buying guns and ammunition is not much more difficult than buying food.

After entering the room, the old man and his wife were more excited than Zhang Yang, and they kept planning the prototype of their killer organization. If we say when was the prototype of Zhang Yang's "Qitian", the real meaning is after the old man took over, because, the old man Not only did he buy weapons and ammunition, he also contacted a number of dissatisfied killers of the same age. According to Liu Biao, they were all a group of old guys.

Naturally, Zhang Yang didn't know any of this. He was less patient with this kind of detailed work. He was more interested in the overall arrangement.

Zhang Yang's sense of urgency is getting more and more serious now.

This sense of urgency came out of nowhere, as if counting from time, after the plane exercise, Zhang Yang felt an invisible pressure, which was everywhere.

Zhang Yang can't find the reason!

Now, the only thing that can be done is to continue to become stronger, stronger, and stronger!

…

After taking a bath, I turned on the air conditioner in the room to the maximum, put on my bathrobe, and opened my laptop. It had been a long time since I had used it. Every time I turned on the computer, it was almost an instinct. Zhang Yang entered Xiao Yiran's space. There was still nothing in the space. Update, it seems that this QQ has been abandoned.

So what happened?

After staring blankly at Xiao Yiran's smiling face in the space for a long time, Zhang Yang sighed deeply. My feelings have always been handled in a mess, sometimes like a passionate seed, sometimes like a ruthless killer, it seems that I have never straightened it out.

After closing the space, Zhang Yang sent a message to Liu Biao. While shopping, Liu Biao strongly requested that he also buy a laptop. Now, Liu Biao's QQ is online.

"what are you doing?"

"Don't bother me, I'm busy, ***, I just started one night, and I've already lost more than 20 games, and I still want to let others live..."

"..."

Zhang Yang was sweating profusely. Unexpectedly, in just a short while, Liu Biao and the young monk fought for more than 20 rounds.

"Stop for Xiao Na!"

Just as Zhang Yang was about to turn off the computer to practice, the little monk suddenly jumped onto the screen. This time, the little monk's dress was quite satisfactory, and the background was a bit familiar. Zhang Yang immediately remembered that the background was from "Muyu and Goldfish" sung by superstar Andy Lau. The background was an ink painting, including bamboo, mountains and water. It was very freehand and left a deep impression on Zhang Yang, because when he was reading, he always regarded himself as a goldfish trapped in a fish tank.

"Is something wrong? Aren't you playing backgammon with Liu Biao?" Zhang Yang said.

"If something happens, don't worry. That stupid big guy Liu Biao doesn't need my whole mind to deal with it." The little monk pursed his lips. Obviously, he didn't take Liu Biao to heart.

Looking at the little monk's expression, Zhang Yang couldn't help but sweat. If Liu Biao knew that his opponent didn't regard him as an opponent at all, I don't know what he would think. He would probably get angry and smash the computer, and then swear not to play backgammon in his life... "Xiao Na has been looking for you for a long time. These days, Xiao Na is very busy. He has been busy for half a month. He discovered a very important news, and this news is closely related to you. Therefore, he must tell you You." The little monk looked serious.

"Now, humanity needs you to save..."

"Hey, hey...I'm not Superman..." Zhang Yang jumped up suddenly. The hat was too big, big enough to crush him.

"Yes, you are not a superman. Any strong person can crush you to death with one finger. However, the incident happened because of you. When you practiced "The Immortal Path" on the plane last time, you opened the earth to the outside world. The space channel in the star field was opened for a few seconds. The alien civilization used this momentary opportunity to find and locate the jumping point to the earth. Now, you must seal this space jumping point, otherwise..." Xiao The monk sneered.

"What else?" Looking at the little monk's sneer, Zhang Yang's heart palpitated. He rarely saw such a sinister expression on the little monk's face.

"Otherwise, there will be millions of warships coming out of the sky. At that time, the earth's civilization will be destroyed, and mankind will become the slaves of aliens. At that time, you will be mankind's eternal sinner!"

"Why me?" Zhang Yang believed the little monk's words almost subconsciously, because he believed that there was an alien civilization, and Silver Charm was an ironclad fact.

"Why you? Don't you know?" the little monk said fiercely: "In the entire human world, you are the only one who can practice "The Immortal Way", and opening and closing space passages requires the "Immortal Way" magical skill to do it. If not you, who else?”

(To be continued)