God-level Bodyguard in The City

Chapter 522: Boss Appears

The world is unkind, and all things are rude dogs. The question is, who is qualified to make all things rude dogs? The answers given in history are mostly those in power. But there is no natural authority, they are just extraordinary people coming out of the crowd. This extraordinary performance is divided into two kinds, strength and wisdom.

But there is a limit to the ultimate strength. One enemy, one hundred people, can only command 10,000 people at most, and no one can do more than it can. The intelligent transcendent person, the wisdom has no limit, controls people, controls people to attract people, and focuses on sex. Can control a family, one party or even a country.

This kind of wisdom is just like power. It is a gifted skill. It is not a skill. It is not accumulated through training or knowledge. Some people are born to surpass mortals and have the power to achieve hegemony, just like Hua Ziqiang in front of him, the head of the largest gang in Linhai City, and the first generation of the new Liansheng, making the gang members of Shilibaxiang as idols Existence is also the ultimate headache for law enforcement.

Eventually, he was thrown into prison on a low-level charge to prevent him from being lawless outside. The police thought he would be held to a minimum before collecting evidence to reduce its harm to a minimum. It is not known that a curse like him would not be safe anywhere.

And even if the new Liansheng has been uprooted, the police have not found any evidence that can increase Hua Zi's sentence of imprisonment, and he has no fewer people in jail than he did outside ...

"No! Even if everyone is afraid of you! I'm not afraid of you, I don't believe him, and if you kill you, the earth won't turn!" The jailer held the file without shrinking, and his anger had filled his eyes with bloodshot, A muscle swelled almost to explode. In his eyes, perhaps the death of Hua Ziqiang has been equal to saving the earth.

"In theory, my life and death really do not control the rotation of the earth, but many people's future is tied to my life and death. The value of life depends on how much value I can create. From this perspective alone, our Life is not equivalent.

Come on friends, give everyone a good opportunity to make money, debt relief of 300,000, help me teach the brother in front, what are the rules in the first prison, do not use equipment, just use your body to teach, remember to use soap bar. "Hua Ziqiang's words haven't been finished yet. That prisoner has been put to the ground by his teammates and his pants have been cut off.

"Well! What are you doing!" In fact, the jailer himself had answered his doubts. It's a matter of debt relief, so even if it's a straight man, even if the jailer is ugly like a dog, you still have to wait in line.

In everyone's concept, Baoju has already drawn an equal sign with 300,000, even if Hua Ziqiang did not give everyone a penny. Everyone still feels that they have earned 300,000 yuan. Using this method, Hua Ziqiang is still called "the devil in the first prison" even if he has no power to bind the chicken.

"Hua Ziqiang! You must not die! You will go to hell! Even if you are a ghost, I will not let you go!" The jailer who was pressed to the ground endured a severe curse.

"You have made a mistake again, but what are you afraid of ghosts? Talents are the most terrifying creatures ... Besides, I have seen hell, just 20 years ago." Hua Ziqiang smiled and put on his headphones. Listening to the symphony and continuing to read, as for the prisoner's mourning, he is no longer interested. It is impossible to see the prisoner in the next 3 months. His chrysanthemum was diagnosed as a serious instrumental injury. Permanent excrement has been diverted.

Since then, there has been one less warrior who dared to challenge Hua Ziqiang in the first prison, and life has become boring, right?

The next day, the wind was beautiful, and it was another sunny day. While many prisoners were working in the factory, Hua Ziqiang stayed in the prison guard's office and read a book in the air. This is a small prison police officer rushing in, "Hua brother, someone wants to see you."

"See me? It's not Visit Day, why did he come in?" Hua Ziqiang curious.

"I don't know. The warden personally introduced that person. He respectfully respected his father and asked for his name." The prison guard was also out of breath.

"So mysterious? It looks like nothing is going on ..." Hua Ziqiang sighed and closed the page, and stood up.

The prison guard took Hua Ziqiang through the factory area, also bypassed the visit to the administrative building, and came to the utility room where no one had visited the corner of the prison. The contents of the utility room were originally removed and randomly stacked at the door. . Twenty prison guards wearing explosion-proof armor and rifle guns were placed in two teams to guard against death in this dead-end place without cameras, as if the biochemical crisis was about to erupt.

Although Hua Ziqiang spent only two years in the first prison, when talking about the prison chief and the aunt PA who collected garbage, there is no one who does not know, let alone watching the back, just smelling They all know who is who. However, there is absolutely no face under the explosion-proof helmet of the 20 Dahan that Hua Ziqiang has ever seen. Looking at their standing position, they know that they are more like killers than soft prison guards. Perhaps in their logical view, only the dead are the best prisoners?

"Come here? Why is it so long?" Even senior officials at the level of the warden were only qualified to stand outside the utility room and wait.

"Report the warden, I ..." The little guard didn't excuse me.

"Sorry Chief Warden, I brought you to the toilet by the way, didn't I let you wait for a long time?" Hua Ziqiang smiled with a very sensible smile and came out of the bag. This is what he is like, no matter if he treats the **** who can help himself, Still, the big officials who must be **** can appropriately display their charm and find the most delicate balance point in complex relationships.

"Huazi, come in politely. The person who came here is a high-ranking person above. You can't be arrogant and offend him, and I can't protect you." The warden no longer cares, reminding carefully.

"The warden chief, rest assured, do you not worry about my business? Rest assured, it is better than the lady to serve." Hua Ziqiang smirked without restraint and made the warden amused.

"You're poor, please go in." The governor knocked on the door himself and opened the door for Hua Ziqiang. Hua Ziqiang, who was still holding a book, walked in.

It's hard to imagine how short a utility room used to feed cockroaches and mice has become a VIP room. Anyway, the Persian handmade carpets laid inside are even more expensive than the prison warrior for a whole year. Not to mention the two rhino leather stunned sofas, the European coffee table of Huanghuali, and the British court tea and refreshments, everything is elegant as if you walked into the parlor of a lost prince.

And the person sitting here is wearing a custom-made high-end suit, wearing white silk gloves, and a white mask covering half of the face. The seeming smile on the corner of his mouth seems to have penetrated the Buddha of life.

"Dongzi ?!" Although Hua Ziqiang didn't see the person's comprehensiveness, it was just a smile on the corner of that person's mouth, and he already called out instinctively.

"I was still thinking about it. I haven't seen it for 20 years. How long will it take you to recognize me? I don't think your eyesight is still so good. It's boring." Sitting on the ultimate comfortable sofa, called Dong Zi's ​​man supported his side face with one hand, slightly lost his way.

"The lost game we experienced together is as deep as someone with a knife engraved in their heads. How could it be forgotten? Not to mention wearing a mask, even if it turns gray, you can tell the smell of each other? "Hua Ziqiang met an acquaintance, and he came forward politely and sat across from Dongzi." I remember the last time I met was in the 6th game of the Lost Game. I collected the points and bought in advance. Tickets for departure, and you insist on continuing.

See how you look now ... Did you win? !! "

"Yeah, I'm the final winner. It's not easy, but I still won." Tungzi said lightly, but that achievement was what Hua Zi Qiang couldn't even imagine. He had experienced the same nightmare. It is more difficult than anyone else to eliminate the winner from the global players to just one winner.

"Have you ... become a god?" This is the common goal of former lost players.

"Although I won, I did n’t become a god. The dealers do n’t think I am qualified to be the **** they want. At best, I am a smarter human. Now I have become the new BOSS, responsible for hosting the new Lost. Player game. "Dongzi, or the man who should be renamed BOSS, his former teammates have unconsciously reached the highest power that humans can reach. Below 12 demigods, no one can reach the boss in front ...

"In 20 years, I can't think of the day when the Lost Game is held. I don't know how many smart guys who think they're smart will be tortured to death?" Leaning on the sofa, thinking about that year, today's Hua Ziqiang could not help shaking.

"Are you interested in playing again? If necessary, I can send you an invitation." BOSS opened the back door.

"Thank you brother, I'd rather be turned on by the guys in the whole Linhai city, and I will never go back to that **** lost man game, 'A lost is like the sea, and the corpse is buried after death', you Just let me go! "Hua Ziqiang cried out with both hands.

"Really? I didn't expect that Hua Ziqiang, who was known as the" Gemini Star ", became an ordinary prisoner who was hiding in the prison to support him for years." BOSS sighed with loss.

"It's pretty good here. At least I never worry about death. After all, the people around me are so stupid. In addition, BOSS, will you come to me just to tell the old thing?" Hua Ziqiang knows better than anyone Blood brother.

"I really want to ask you for help. The Lost Game has been convened, and now it has entered the final preparation stage. As a trader, I have the responsibility to ensure that every link is seamless, but in Linhai City, there is a The little trouble made me sting in my throat. His name is Shen Ming, a nirvana.

Mind, but fighting ability can be called evil. He was particularly involved in the dispute unconsciously, and once affected the thinking of the demigods. Such existence is a bit of a hassle to kill, and it is a scourge to keep it.

So I want to design a little trouble, trap his hands and feet, and make him unable to stir up the "lost game" that will happen next. After checking the information, I discovered that the new Liansheng you created was destroyed by him. In principle, you are a bit outrageous, letting you take the shot, it will not cause extra branches, and it is not easy for him to contact the lost game .

Can you help me with such a small favor? In the mouth of BOSS, Shen Ming is just a "little trouble".

"If you were a brother, you would open your mouth, and I would naturally be willing to help. But if I do n’t ask for anything, you owe my affection, and you wo n’t be able to sleep. Say a chip, as long as it is suitable, I will continue business." Road.

"If we are clever, our wealth, status, and power can no longer satisfy our desires. When you are done, ask you to eat the seaside barbecue you have said many times. The beer is full and the skewers are double. Spit. "BOSS smiled happily.

"Very good, when it comes to doing it." Hua Ziqiang agreed quickly, and Shen Ming's future was actually worth two strings of "big waists" in the transaction between the two wise men.