The Road to Slaying God

Zhang Yang's pressure was all-pervasive. At first, Zhang Yang killed five people, but there were still twelve people left. Now, the twelve people dared not move at all.

Those hands were full of magic.

That gun was full of oppression.

The air in the conference room was suffocating, like a huge mountain pressing on my heart.

Finally, Zhang Yang spoke. This was the first time Zhang Yang spoke since he got involved in Su Dafeng's matter.

"My brother doesn't have high requirements. I think everyone should be able to meet his requirements. That's what he deserves. Of course, I don't mind your dissatisfaction. I just want to tell you that in this world, it's not just the rich who are rich. Being able to handle everything, at least the twelve of you sitting in front of me are no different from ordinary people."

With a "click", Zhang Yang's gun was finally assembled and loaded in a slow motion. The sound of loading made people's hearts skip a beat. Zhang Yang no longer wants to waste time in this place, because today is his last day to help Su Dafeng, and he must deal with this group of Vietnamese. Undoubtedly, using force is the most direct and effective method.

threaten!

This is a naked threat!

The twelve Vietnamese were all angry but helpless. Although they all had guns, everyone felt that they had no chance to fire bullets.

"Bang!"

Zhang Yang suddenly fired, and the bullet hit an oil painting of Mona Lisa hanging on the wall. It hit Mona Lisa's right eye, leaving a black hole, which made people feel extremely strange.

"Does anyone make the decision?" Zhang Yang's eyes slowly fell on Brother Qiang.

Now, the entire conference room has fallen under Zhang Yang's control. Brother Qiang is tense but does not dare to move. The more people have experienced life and death battles, the more they will cherish their lives, and Brother Qiang is no exception.

"As an elder of Wenwu, of course I support Wenwu taking back what belongs to him. Of course, I only represent myself, because I also owe Chishan a favor."

Brother Qiang is very skillful in blaming everything on others. He only agrees with himself and does not represent others. Undoubtedly, this saves him from the trouble of falling into the center of the whirlpool. Now, he just wants to leave here quickly before making plans. , this young man with short hair put too much psychological pressure on him.

After leaving here, he will have several ways to kill this young man. The Vietnamese gang has no shortage of manpower!

"What about you?" Zhang Yang's razor-sharp eyes scanned the group of Vietnamese, and finally landed on a Vietnamese sitting next to Brother Qiang. He was a strong and sturdy old man, about fifty years old. , wearing a set of black clothes, giving people a powerful feeling.

"I don't completely agree. At least, we should find a feasible method. So as to avoid everyone in the future..."

"Bang!"

The old man's words were interrupted by the sound of gunshots before he could finish his words. The old man's body suddenly shook. He looked at Zhang Yang blankly with a stunned expression, and then slowly lowered his head to look at the bullet hole in his heart that was constantly gushing blood. , with an expression of disbelief.

"I don't want opinions, all I want is results."

Zhang Yang gently blew the gun smoke from the muzzle, and the calm expression on his face sent chills down everyone's spine. This man committed the murder without any warning. Everyone could see that this old man did not disagree. He should There are some opinions raised...

Not only were a group of Vietnamese people frightened, but Su Dafeng and Ruan Wenwu also had a feeling of trepidation. They suddenly discovered that they did not understand this friend they had just met at all. They had always regarded Zhang Yang as a weak scholar. Then, He became a super gunner again. Now, this person can no longer be described as a super gunner. It is more appropriate to describe him as a murderer.

Although Zhang Yang looks harmless now, he feels extremely dangerous, like a lurking beast, a beast that can jump up and hurt people at any time.

"Plop." Finally, the old man fell to the ground with eyes wide open.

The air was oppressive and dull. No one expected that the negotiation would lead to this situation, not even Su Dafeng.

"What about you?" Zhang Yang casually cast his eyes on a Vietnamese man.

"I have no objection." The Vietnamese frowned and shook his head quickly.

"Well, very good, what about you?" Zhang Yang's eyes were on all the Vietnamese.

Everyone shook their heads with blank expressions and moved in unison.

"Okay, that's good. I believe everyone will cooperate with civil and military authorities to get all the legal procedures. Of course, I don't have any objections if you don't cooperate. San Francisco is only so big, and there aren't many Vietnamese places. I want to find a few that don't cooperate." It's easy for people to cooperate." Zhang Yang smiled softly and knocked the table with the barrel of his gun, making a pleasant sound, but it formed an endless pressure in everyone's ears.

The faces of a group of Vietnamese suddenly changed color, which was a more explicit threat.

Zhang Yang's words almost told everyone that if Ruan Wenwu did not get control of the entertainment city, then he would retaliate.

Thinking of Zhang Yang's elusive marksmanship, everyone once again found that their shirts were soaked.

…

There was a silence, a long silence, but this silence was broken by Kara.

"Haha, haha, okay, there is a Chinese saying that goes well, peace brings wealth. Everyone is looking for money, why bother to use swords and guns? Come on, now that the matter is settled, I will put on a show for everyone to entertain... …”

The door of the conference room opened, and Kara appeared just in time to break the silence. Zhang Yang smiled faintly. In fact, he knew that Kara had been monitoring the conference room with a camera. Of course, Zhang Yang still didn't know Kara's purpose.

However, Zhang Yang believes that Kara will never dare to attack the Vietnamese gang. Although the bosses of the Vietnamese gang are concentrated here, if these bosses are killed, he will still not be able to gain the territory of the Vietnamese gang. Instead, he will usher in crazy revenge from the Vietnamese gang. , as long as they are American gangsters, they all know that Vietnam is particularly united in its fight against foreign enemies. Compared with the Big Circle Gang, the Vietnamese are more ferocious and desperate because they are poorer!

Since Kara has been ruled out attacking the Vietnamese, Kara's target should be them.

Thinking of this, an inexplicable smile appeared at the corner of Zhang Yang's mouth.

Zhang Yang’s guess was good. Indeed, at first, Kara just wanted to find a partner to provide a steady stream of Asian women for her entertainment city. However, when she saw Zhang Yang’s killing methods from the camera surveillance, Kara also felt a sense of pain. huge pressure.

No one wants to cooperate with a ferocious tiger, not to mention that Zhang Yang's marksmanship is far more powerful than a tiger.

Get rid of Zhang Yang!

He had already made up his mind the moment Carla opened the conference room door. For Carla, Zhang Yang's existence was full of uncertainty. Carla didn't like this feeling of being unable to grasp.

"Dear Mr. Kara, I'm sorry, we are not interested in participating in any activities." Brother Qiang stood up and said with an indifferent expression. For Brother Qiang, he always believed that he was manipulated by Carla today. He even thought that this young Asian man with a flat head should be the manpower arranged by Carla. He had reason to believe that Ruan Wenwu could not attract such an outstanding talent.

"Brother Qiang is out of touch with what he says. I guarantee your safety with the honor of my family. You will definitely like this show. Of course, if Brother Qiang doesn't like it, you can leave at any time, please!"

"..."

Brother Qiang refused without saying a word. After all, it is not easy for a person like Kara to say something that is guaranteed by family honor. It would be ungenerous if he did not give face.

A group of Vietnamese looked at each other and followed Kara out.

Outside the door, there is a row of business cars.

Seeing Zhang Yang and Shi Shiran follow Brother Qiang into the car, Su Dafeng and Ruan Wenwu also got into the car bravely.

At this time, the lights were already on, and the night was alternating between black and white, making it look particularly hazy. A group of more than twenty cars came out of the villa and crossed half of the city to a deserted factory.

This is a huge and old factory, with grass all over the place, and some giant rusty metal machinery standing inside the factory, casting huge shadows in the moonlight.

Finally, the convoy stopped in front of the door of a tall workshop, which stood in the night like an ancient castle.

After everyone got off the car, the convoy left immediately. Zhang Yang found that Brother Qiang was obviously relieved when he got off the car. Obviously, he was also very familiar with this place.

"Peng!"

The huge metal door of the workshop was pushed forward...

"Ladies and gentlemen, today's day is coming, let our blood boil. No. 12, No. 12, will No. 12 win the final victory..."

When the door opened, a wave of heat swept over, and a burst of crazy shouts and screams poured out like a rolling river.

Not only were Su Dafeng and Ruan Wenwu stunned for a moment, but Zhang Yang was also distracted for a moment.

This is a completely different world from the desolate world outside, with strange lights and huge steel structures.

There is a boxing ring in the middle of the huge workshop, and it is filled with crazy people. Some women actually have their upper bodies exposed, revealing a pair of huge breasts that are swinging crazily...

This is a world that has lost its senses. The air is filled with the smell of strong alcohol and sweat, as well as the smell of powder.

On top of the boxing ring, a man and a woman were looking at each other. Their bodies were slowly turning. It was obvious that the fight was in progress.

The man was a very strong black man. His muscles were like steel plates, shining with the masculine beauty of the man under the light.

The woman has flowing hair, a slender figure, black clothes and black trousers, and cold eyes filled with indifference...

Nana!

It's Nana!

Zhang Yang's body was shocked. The woman on the ring was actually Nana...

(To be continued)