Evil Hero

In the evening, Cai Kejian, general manager of the Capital Branch of Feiyang Hotel, and Liu Dacun, deputy general manager, tried their best to curry favor with the leader and wanted to invite Zhang Yang to dinner. Unfortunately, Zhang Yang and Huang Ying'er were apart more often than together, and this time they met and were in love, so they didn't want to be disturbed. So Cai Kejian and Liu Dacun could only leave in disappointment, and Zhang Yang asked the kitchen to send the food to the VIP room.

Zhang Yang's other women were all tall, but Huang Ying'er was less than 1.65 meters tall, and she looked like a little bird next to Zhang Yang.

After the lovemaking, Huang Ying'er's cheeks were flushed, and she smiled sweetly. She snuggled up to Zhang Yang tightly. There were clearly six stools in front of the dining table, but the two of them squeezed on one chair. They hugged each other while eating, kissed each other, whispered and teased, and it was indescribably warm and charming. Anyway, the air conditioner was turned on in the room, so there was no need to worry about getting prickly heat.

Before she finished drinking a bottle of red wine, Huang Ying'er's eyes were slightly closed, her face was red, and her eyes were about to drip with tears when she looked at Zhang Yang. Her soft body was tightly leaning against Zhang Yang, and she couldn't use any strength at all.

Two updates today.

Looking at the tender and affectionate Huang Ying'er, Zhang Yang was also emotional, and the hardness of his lower body was about to burst out of his pants. At this moment, a crisp ringtone was like a basin of cold water, which quenched the desire of the two.

Angrily, Zhang Yang picked up the phone and saw that it was Cai Kejian calling again. He couldn't help but roared like a ferocious monster: "What else do you want?" Cai Kejian on the other end of the phone shuddered when he heard it, thinking that it seemed that I really didn't call at the right time, but it was not my fault. Didn't I call because I had no choice?

"Boss, a man named Song Yu brought four soldiers to look for you. Several soldiers were carrying weapons, and I didn't stop them——————" Cai Kejian explained carefully.

Song Yu? What the hell is Pan An? I don't know this guy? He also brought soldiers to look for me. What does he want to do? After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yang was a little confused.

Huang Ying'er stuck to Zhang Yang tightly, watching Zhang Yang put down the phone with a gloomy face, and asked with her bright red mouth: "Are you going out?" As she said this, she also suggested that her plump breasts were tightly pressed against Zhang Yang's back.

"Haha, I don't want to go out, baby, but a few annoying guys are about to come in, and I don't want you to be exposed in front of others, haha, your white thighs can only be seen by me, do you know, baby? Come on, go to the bedroom and hide first." Zhang Yang patted Huang Ying'er's round buttocks and said with a smile.

"Who comes at this time? It's so annoying." Huang Ying'er was reluctant, but pouted and walked into the bedroom.

Just as the bedroom door was closed, the door outside collapsed, and several black gun muzzles came in. Behind the four people wearing camouflage uniforms and holding Type 54 pistols, a man with a white face and casual branded clothes walked in.

The man looked less than 30 years old, but there was no expression on his handsome face. He looked at Zhang Yang coldly and asked, "Are you Zhang Yang?"

Zhang Yang sat on the sofa facing the door and slowly stretched out a finger: "Give me a reason, otherwise you will spend 10 million with me."

"Humph, my name is Song Yu, don't you know why I'm looking for you?" The man snorted with a cold face.

Zhang Yang looked at him indifferently and asked, "What about Song Yu and Pan An? Should I know you?"

Song Yu smiled coldly: "You have guts, I want to see whether you are tough with your mouth or with your gun." Song Yu waved his hand, and a soldier walked in front of Zhang Yang, turned the Type 54 pistol in his hand very neatly, and hit Zhang Yang's head with the handle of the gun.

Under the aiming of the other three guns, Song Yu and the soldier did not think that Zhang Yang had the courage to resist. But things just went against their wishes, but Zhang Yang's figure swayed on the sofa, and the pistol in the soldier's hand was already in Zhang Yang's hand. Zhang Yang kicked it out, and the man screamed, and his figure flew backwards and hit Song Yu squarely.

Immediately, the other soldiers felt a flash in front of their eyes, and the guns in their hands had disappeared. When Song Yu got up with difficulty, he saw Zhang Yang sitting upright on the sofa again. On the sofa on both sides of his body, there were two pistols.

"Tell me, what are you doing here? My patience is limited." Zhang Yang looked at Song Yu, whose face became even paler, and said with a sneer on his lips.

"You bastard, did you know that my sister committed suicide? I only have this one sister, and she was ruined by you. I must kill you today." As he said that, Song Yu suddenly rushed towards Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang shook his head. From Song Yu's actions, it can be seen that this person is obviously a cream boy, and he has no fighting power at all. Zhang Yang raised his fist, and when Song Yu was about to pounce on him, he finally changed his fist into a palm, and gently pushed Song Yu's shoulder slightly, and Song Yu staggered and fell on the sofa. Zhang Yang grabbed his neck and whispered, "Are you Song Jiajia's brother?"

Song Yu's face flushed red. After struggling for several times, he failed to break free from Zhang Yang's palm. He couldn't help but roar with red eyes, "Bah, you don't deserve to call my sister's name. Let me go and let me kill you."

Zhang Yang thought to himself, are you sick? I let you go and let you kill me. If I really listen to you, then I am sick.

"Just be honest with me and tell me what's going on? Where is Jia Jia now? How is she doing now?" Zhang Yang's heart became impetuous when he thought of the girl who was so sweet to him yesterday. A series of questions were asked.

"Zhang Yang, you bastard, how could my sister commit suicide if it weren't for you? Do you still have the nerve to care about her now? Why the hell did you go there earlier? The unspoken rules dare to apply to the things we send to our families, I swear, if I swear I will not be a human unless I destroy your Feiyang Group together with you." Song Yu yelled through gritted teeth.

The soldiers whose guns had been easily seized by Zhang Yang just now saw that Zhang Yang didn't even look at them from the corner of his eyes. They thought an opportunity had come, winked at each other, swayed, and three figures pounced on Zhang Yang like tigers.

These people usually cooperate together. It would have taken four people to occupy all the positions, but the person who wanted to hit Zhang Yang with the handle of his gun just now is sore all over and can't move. However, fortunately, Zhang Yang is sitting on the sofa now. Behind him is a solid wall, which just fills the position that the vacant person wants to occupy.

Therefore, the encirclement that originally required one person to die can now be completed by three people. The three people together occupied all the positions that Zhang Yang wanted to retreat from, moving like rabbits, and swooping up like dragons.

Zhang Yang stood up, put one foot on the ground, and the other foot spun half a circle like a spinning top. The three people who flew towards him retreated faster than when they rushed towards them, and they retreated four or five times. Mi Yuan, the three of them covered their chests with their hands, their faces turned pale, their faces were covered in sweat and they could no longer speak.

"Which army are you from?" Zhang Yang sat on the sofa again and asked coldly.

"You are so courageous that you even dare to hit people from the special service team?" The man who was knocked down by Zhang Yang first saw that Zhang Yang was really brave, so he had to hold up his sign in an attempt to subdue Zhang Yang. It sounds like this is a disguised display of weakness, but the guy in front of me is obviously a pervert. What else can he do without showing his true colors?

Suddenly there was a strange look on Zhang Yang's face: "Special Service Brigade? Affiliated to the General Staff Operations Department?"

Damn, it seems that I have also served as deputy director of the Department of Operations, right? Only not anymore. The Special Service Brigade appears to be affiliated with the Central Guard Bureau, but few outsiders know that it is actually directly affiliated with the Operations Department of the General Staff Headquarters. Therefore, when Zhang Yang told the actual affiliations of these people in a calm tone, the man suddenly looked surprised and looked at Zhang Yang speechless.

Zhang Yang smiled and then asked: "Can the son of the deputy secretary of the Jinzhong Provincial Party Committee mobilize the special service force?" He patted Song Yu, who was still pressed on the sofa, and then asked: "This What’s your military rank? Which yamen do you work for?”

"We - we were sent by Captain Qin." The soldier saw that this guy was familiar with the system in the army, and he didn't know what this person did. Hearing him ask if he was sent by Song Yu, this But you can't talk nonsense. You must know that Song Yucai is a small deputy without a department. How can he mobilize special service members? If he wants to say that Song Yu transferred these people out, if the person in front of him is really the prince of that family, he will not get any good results from a one-sentence report. Now it is obvious that it is a fight between gods and gods. I, a small major, cannot afford to participate in it. It is better to tell the truth. If you have any grudges, you have the right to blame, and whoever pinched whom is the one who has the ability.

"Captain Qin? Oh, Qin Bangjie, I remember he was the deputy director. Why, has he been promoted to captain now?" Qin Bangjie, Qin Jianchao's second uncle, when Zhang Yang was the deputy director of the Operations Department, according to the position of the Central Security Bureau He is the deputy director of the Secret Service Division, that is, the deputy captain of the special service brigade. It seems that he has been promoted to captain now.

The soldier saw that he seemed to be very familiar with Qin Bangjie, and you became more respectful: "Yes, Captain Qin is now a captain with the rank of senior colonel."

He specifically pointed out Qin Bangjie's rank of senior colonel, just to test how much the man in front of him weighed. It is true that there are many officials in the capital, and the military rank of senior colonel is even more numerous. But a senior colonel in a position of real power such as the General Staff is really something that no one dares to look down upon.

Zhang Yang snorted coldly, reached down and dug down the collar of his neck. When he took his hand out, there was already a small dark green notebook in his hand. With a flick of his wrist, the notebook flew flatly in front of the soldier. The soldier saw at a glance that this book was actually a military officer's certificate. He was stunned for a moment, opened it gently and took a look. He couldn't help but shuddered. He closed the small book respectfully and walked up to Zhang Yang, snap. One stood at attention and saluted, stretched out his hands and handed the notebook back to Zhang Yang, took two steps back, lowered his head and said nothing.

Zhang Yang snorted coldly, threw the four guns placed on the sofa to him, and shouted in a low voice: "Go back and tell Qin that if he dares to do anything else, I won't spare him."

The soldier answered "yes" loudly, saluted, turned around and walked out with the other three people.

"Zhu Tou, are we going back like this? Who is that person? Why are you so polite to him?" As soon as they walked out of the room, the other three people started asking.

"Hmph, do you know who that person is in the room? I'll scare you to death if I tell you." Zhu Tou turned around and glanced to make sure there was no one behind him, then lowered his voice and said, "The one from Nanhai, the youngest middle school student in the entire Huaxia Kingdom." General, our Qin head is kicking the iron plate this time."

Hiss—hiss—the other three people suddenly let out a series of exclamations.

This article comes from the novel