2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

In the suburbs of Menxia, ​​there is an abandoned highway.

A silver-white car was stuck diagonally on the guardrail, with the front half of it dented, and behind it were several long black tire tracks, and the air was filled with a faint smell of rubber.

In front of the white car, two black off-road vehicles were parked sideways, one on the left and one on the right, almost completely blocking the road.

"It's over, boss, we're stuck." In the driver's seat, a young man with an extremely ordinary figure and appearance, who was thrown into the crowd and disappeared the next second, turned to look to the side: "Both of us are going to want it right away. He was torn into pieces."

Yang Qi was sitting in the passenger seat, his round face a little pale.

He reached out and pulled off the microphone on his collar, and said coldly: "Wuying, I want to receive your final payment as soon as I die."

"Okay, okay, I know, I'll try my best."

The young man nodded perfunctorily, and while opening the car door, he complained: "The main reason is that you have provoked too many people this time. Unless you have a backup plan, I may not be able to save my life even if I risk it." Excuse me. The money you gave me is not directly proportional to the difficulty of the task. Damn it, I have to apply to the 'club' for a grade change when I go back this time. This is not a B-level mission, it's obviously an S-level mission."

"How do I know that idiot came back to the scene so arrogantly after killing everyone? Otherwise, this mission would be C-level at best."

Yang Qi's face was gloomy, and the flesh on his round face could not help but tremble slightly due to nervousness. After a while, he sighed as if he had resigned himself to his fate: "I didn't calculate correctly. I didn't expect that his feelings for his sister would be distorted to that extent... ..”

The doors of the two off-road vehicles in front opened, and four or five strong men in black suits got out from above. Their faces were tense and their eyes were as cold as iron.

One of the young men wearing a royal blue suit was the most eye-catching. He was tall and handsome and looked to be in his early thirties at most. Standing among a group of tall and muscular men, he didn't lose any of his momentum. Instead, he looked like stars looming over the moon.

But then everyone moved out of the way, including the young man.

A middle-aged man wearing striped short-sleeves stood out from the crowd, with a Mediterranean face and a slightly protruding belly. He looked unattractive and seemed a bit out of place in this scene.

It's like when you go to see a spy movie. In the opening scene, everyone is wearing a suit and a handsome man and a beautiful woman. At the end, the camera zooms in on the shiny uncle who is making fans behind a cart on the roadside and says that he is actually the protagonist of the movie. .

Wuying stood in front of the car, pointed behind him with his thumb up, and shouted loudly: "Hey, do you want to talk? The guy behind me seems to be quite rich, and I guess he can squeeze out a lot of oil and water with a little squeeze. ."

Yang Qi's face in the car was a bit ugly. He had known for a long time that this guy had a bad reputation, but he didn't expect that he was so unreliable. If his abilities weren't more suitable for this operation, I would never have chosen to hire him...

After shouting, seeing no response from the other party, Wuying cleared his throat and asked, "So it's impossible for you to let this guy go today?"

Zhang Feiyu hasn't had much rest in the past few days. He is not in good spirits and is not in a good mood.

He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out and held it in his mouth. His voice was a little tired: "Those in the car will live, and the one who talks too much will be killed."

"yes."

Four men in black walked forward at the same time, leaving only one standing beside Zhang Feiyu.

"No, if you have something to say, brother, if you have something to say, it's easy to say."

Seeing the actions of the people on the opposite side, Wuying showed a bitter smile on his face, waved his hands and backed away: "If we do this, I think this guy will most likely die today. I am just a hired bodyguard, there is no need to fight for him. Anyway, the remaining balance will definitely be lost, so let’s do this, you just need to give me 1 million, and I will not interfere in whatever happens next. You just need to make sure that this guy is dead and don’t give him a job in the club. Just give me a chance to comment. God knows this and you know it and I know it."

"Wuying! Just wait, as long as I don't die, I will definitely make it impossible for you to survive in the 'club'!" Yang Qi in the car couldn't hold himself any longer and stuck his head out of the window and roared.

Wuying turned his head and showed a helpless smile: "Understand, boss, you need to eat. You see that you are obviously not going to survive, so why not help our brothers..."

Before he finished speaking, the body of the strong man in black suddenly swelled. Orange thick hair quickly grew around his cheeks and neck. The knuckles of his ten fingers became several times thicker, with a whirring fist. The wind blew over.

Wuying didn't look back, stretched out his hand to grab back, and actually caught the blow that was enough to break rocks into pieces, but he kept mumbling: "...Boss, you want more?" What legacy... No, last wish, tell me, and I will do my best to help you realize it. No? Okay."

After saying these words, he turned back with some disappointment and looked up at the mountain-like figure so close at hand: "Brother, you are a bit ungrateful."

"Roar!!" The strong man transformed into a tiger roared, and the air waves blew his hair upside down.

"Fortunately, the doll has no sense of smell..."

As Wuying's somewhat disgusted words fell, the strong tiger man flew up, his arms twisted into twists in mid-air.

"So strong?" Luo Beiyuan's eyes widened: "Didn't you say that this 'puppet master' is only a C-level genetic warrior?"

"The puppet master's puppets are just tools to him, and there is more than one kind of tool." Zhang Feiyu slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, his expression still as bored and tired as before.

Luo Beiyuan suddenly realized: "I see, so the nurse doll and the fat man doll should be made of inferior materials. After all, they were destined to be abandoned from the beginning. This doll is probably specially used for fighting, that's why it is so strong. "

The fat man doll he refers to is "Yang Qi" who is in Taohuayuan Jun Qianmian's office at this time.

After sighing, Luo Beiyuan couldn't help but look at the unattractive middle-aged man next to him with admiration: "Uncle Zhang, it has to be you."

Zhang Feiyu glanced at him: "I remember you are a smart man."

Luo Beiyuan is naturally a smart man. He understood what the other party wanted to express from this short sentence: "In my place, instead of flattering, it is better to do something practical."

Among the five thugs who came together today, there were only two C-level beast-turned-gene warriors, and one of them was knocked away as soon as they met.

Although the other three people all have special powers, they are obviously not at the point where they can deal with the doll. Until now, it can only be a draw, and this is the result of the opponent's lack of fighting spirit and mercy.

"Brother, that, that...Brother Zhang! You have also seen that I am not that easy to deal with. You can't buy it with one million, and you can't be fooled, but you can buy a clean one. I promise, as long as you nod, I will immediately Never get involved in this again..."

At this time, Wuying has not given up the idea of ​​making money from both sides. He is trying hard to fend off the three thugs while loudly promoting himself.

Yang Qi, who was in the car, was in an extremely complicated mood at this time. He wanted this kid to hold on longer, but he was also afraid that if he persisted for a long time, the other party would actually offer him a million, so the kid just walked over to collect the reward.

He swore that if he had the chance, he would eat the other person alive to satisfy his hatred.

At this moment, I don't know if Wuying's previous shouting had any effect, but the three thugs surrounding him stopped and slowly retreated while on guard.

"Oh, right? We businessmen should be friendly and make money..." Wuying was just happy for a moment when his voice stopped abruptly. Because he saw the young man in a royal blue suit walking towards him, and his posture didn't look like he was here to give money at all.

"You're too noisy, fly."

Luo Beiyuan took his hand out of his pocket, crossed his slender fingers in front of him, and cracked his joints: "I'll shut you up."