Reborn Nobility

Chapter 368 The gun is screaming (2)

Chen Hao's heart suddenly relaxed. In a land battle, this former special forces instructor of the Shenyang Military Region must be absolutely foolproof. The assassination job does not depend on the number of people, but on the quality. The lethality of one land battle is no less than that of ten gang members. , and the success rate of using him to do this is much higher than that of using ordinary gangsters.

Chen Hao snapped his fingers, and a young man in a black suit walked over quickly and handed over a piece of information. Chen Hao pushed it in front of Lu Zhan and said: "This is daily information about your assassination target, mainly about him. activity trajectory.”

Lu Zhan took the information, read it at a glance, and handed it to Chen Hao. He stuffed the gun into the waistband of his trousers covered with mud, nodded, and said: "If nothing happens, I will leave. You will be ready within three days." The balance."

Chen Hao smiled and nodded, making a please gesture. Lu Zhan grabbed the password box, stood up, looked back at the unfinished Coke, and asked, "Can I take this away?"

Chen Hao smiled and said, "Okay."

Lu Zhan picked up the Coke, drank it, and walked out.

Liang Jincheng walked out of a box, sat opposite Chen Hao, and said: "Brother Chen, after this is done, I will take care of the registration of your securities company, and I will ensure that you get two seats on the Shenzhen Stock Exchange. Shenzhen Stock Exchange Liu Wenyuan, the deputy general manager of the institute, is my brother, so nothing is a problem."

Chen Hao smiled and said: "Thank you, Mr. Liang." But he felt a lot of emotion in his heart. Over the years, he has changed from an ordinary demobilized soldier and a migrant worker to a fruit seller, and then relied on his own hard work to change from a fruit seller to a fruit seller. He became the mafia boss of a market, and with the support of Liang Yu, he became the underground emperor of Shenzhen. Along the way, there were flashes of swords and swords, and it was extremely dangerous. However, the underworld is not a long-term solution after all, and the risks are not proportional to the benefits. There is no real estate to make money from drug trafficking. Fast with stocks! So, he wanted to clear his name and go ashore. He heard that the people who looked most like bandits were those working in the financial industry, so he decided to work in finance.

A few days ago, Liang Jincheng came to him and promised to help him register a company and get a seat on the exchange. The condition was to erase a "private entrepreneur", damn.

This is too simple, a very cost-effective deal. That boy is obviously a young boy!

However, he didn't understand that how could a person be so easy to deal with if he could become Liang Jincheng's opponent (actually Lin Changge's opponent and the opponent of the three major Chinese securities firms)?

Noon. Guomao Building.

The sun is like a sharp sword, shining directly on the earth, scorching and dazzling. The whole Shenzhen is like a steamer, and all pedestrians are in a hurry, unwilling to stay in the sun for one more second, avoiding the scorching sunshine.

Xia Xiaoluo strolled out of the China World Trade Center Building, followed by four people, Lei Ting, Dao Feng, Qing Tian, ​​Dao Er. There was also Qin Qingmei, his personal secretary, holding the document he had been reading recently.

At the exit of a bank on the first floor of the Guomao Building, Lu Zhan pretended to be queuing up to withdraw money, but his eyes glanced at the exit of the building.

As soon as Xia Xiaoluo came out, he quickly locked the target - sure enough, the intelligence was very accurate. Before noon on Friday, the young man came out and drove to the sea view villa for dinner.

It's just that - he clearly felt a killing intent - a cold killing intent. It felt like facing a python in a tropical jungle, or facing a hot gun muzzle spraying flames on the battlefield, full of danger. , it’s scary. Even in the scorching summer, when the outdoor temperature is 40 degrees, you can still feel chills on your spine.

The murderous intention came from the four people around the boy. The first one was wearing casual clothes and homespun shoes. He had a round face, strong muscles, sharp eyes, and steady and powerful steps. It seemed that he had a good foundation in internal qigong, having been at least five years.

The above efforts.

On the left side, there is the most favorite shape of soldiers. It is big and round, strong and strong, like a huge Tibetan mastiff. His eyes are shining with alertness. At first glance, he is a battle-hardened warrior. Chen Hao even discovered that his right hand

The thumb is full of calluses. This position can only be developed by people who often shoot. I am afraid that this person is a better shooter than myself.

The man on the right has violent eyes and the most murderous intent. He is wearing camouflage uniform and military boots, with a dagger and a pistol on his waist. They are authentic equipment of the US Marine Corps. This kind of equipment is rare in China, even if the military

You don’t know how to use this kind of equipment, so what’s your identity?

The one at the back has the same American equipment. He is the youngest, twenty-one or twelve years old. However, one look at his indifferent demeanor and one can tell that this person has definitely killed someone before.

What's more, what makes him feel troublesome is that the positions of these four people seem to be random, but in fact they have already gone through a long period of running-in and have a very tacit understanding. Shooting at the young man in the middle from any angle is just wishful thinking.

Met a match.

Lu Zhan suddenly had such an idea.

In just a moment, the laces of the blade military boots on his right suddenly opened. He lowered his head and frowned, and then slowed down a little. At this critical moment, a gap was exposed for Lu Zhan, and he could take advantage of it.

However, his hand had already reached his waist and touched the cold handle of the pistol. His palms were now full of sweat.

He has never had sweaty palms when killing people. This is a bad sign. Even if he can succeed, escaping will be very difficult.

He was stunned for a moment, the opportunity had been missed, Dao Feng did not tie his shoes, but took long steps to catch up. He quickly closed the gap until Xia Xiaoluo jumped into the ordinary-looking Audi car—

-However, in the eyes of Lu Zhan, this car is not ordinary. The glass is bulletproof, the body is thickened, and the slightly protruding front of the car can be seen at a glance. It is not the bumper that plays a protective role, but the thickened steel plate on the front of the car -

—This modification method is more expensive than buying two Hummers.

Lu Zhan knew that if he took action from across the car now, he would have no chance of winning.

So, he pretended to be casual, got out of the queue to withdraw money, got into a black Santana, and started the car - according to the intelligence, Xia Xiaoluo would go back to the sea view villa for a meal and rest at noon on Friday.

The journey takes half an hour, so you can do it during the journey, or wait until he gets to the villa to do it.

Lu Zhan thought about the pros and cons of taking action in two situations, and started the car - on the way, he could take advantage of the chaos to escape; in the villa, there were few people there, but he probably had to kill these four bodyguards, four troublesome bodyguards, each of them

If you pick one out and fight alone, you can be said to be equally matched.

Xia Xiaoluo's car drove towards the sea view villa. It was Shenzhen as expected. The traffic jam was like the 21st century. Xia Xiaoluo really admired the Chinese government for building so many roads and making them so congested. There must be some magic in this.

.Holy shit!

I have been walking on the road for more than an hour, and the car is still on a viaduct, and I can't get up or down. From time to time, working-class people on bicycles rush past, and they yell at Xia Xiaoluo's car, which is stuck there like a dead snake.

Xia Xiaoluo was very angry with his well-intentioned smile that was filled with schadenfreude.

What's the point? You'll be chewing on the mud later.

Xia Xiaoluo's stomach growled and he couldn't help protesting, but the car still didn't move at all. Everyone honked their horns wildly, not calm at all, which made Xia Xiaoluo very irritable. Damn it, you are the only one who can honk, so I will too -

—But, I'm still hungry.

Xia Xiaoluo picked up the car phone, dialed the phone on Lei Ting's car, and said, "We'll get off the car and have dinner later." Then he notified Dao Feng and Dao Er.

The three cars got off the viaduct, turned into a nearby street, stopped, and everyone got out of the car and walked to a restaurant.

Lu Zhan followed closely and walked into the restaurant.

Xia Xiaoluo and the others asked for a private room, while Lu Zhan sat down in a booth outside the private room, just in sight of the door of the private room. He looked at the menu, damn, it was really expensive. He ordered a bowl of the cheapest rice bowl.

, the waitress asked: "Sir, do you need any drinks?" Lu Zhan saw Coca-Cola, but that one was more expensive than what was sold in stores outside, and said: "That's it."

The waitress curled her lips, disdainful in her heart, and looked unhappy. She thought to herself, if you go to such a high-end restaurant, just eat the cheapest one! Look at your poor appearance, dressed like a migrant worker. You have forgotten that you have also been there.

He is a son of a farmer.

Lu Zhan had big things on his mind. Although he could quickly capture changes in the surrounding environment and information on people's faces, he didn't take it to heart.

Xia Xiaoluo's order was almost at the same time as Lu Zhan's, but Xia Xiaoluo's order was all expensive. Although Lu Zhan only had a bowl of rice bowl, it was slower than Xia Xiaoluo's order.

Lu Zhan's eyes never left the door of the box. At the same time, he also looked towards the kitchen of the hotel. Damn, he was starving. Although this kind of anti-hunger training was often done in the army, it felt really uncomfortable when he suddenly hit it.

Lu Zhan was shocked when the young man came out. He also brought with him one of the four bodyguards, a young man with profound internal skills and a round face. He didn't even notice that the waiter who served the food was pouring rice on him with his own rice bowl.

Come this way.

The boy seemed to want to go to the toilet and took a few steps there. It was a good opportunity to take action! At this time, Lu Zhan had only one target in his sight - the boy. Everyone else around him became obstacles and was automatically filtered by him.

His palm has touched the cold gun body at his waist, that silver desert eagle, it seems to be screaming and calling.

The next action has been completed tens of millions of times in land battles, and it can almost form a perfect picture in the mind - draw the gun, the most standard and concise shooting posture, three points and one line, pull the trigger. The bullet shoots out quickly, and a

The hit hit instantly. Xia Xiaoluo's brains exploded, and with the powerful strength of the Desert Eagle, it could even take off a piece of his skull!

Then came the escape. It was very simple. The round-inch young man didn't look like he could use a gun. The three bodyguards who knew how to use a gun were all in the box and did not come out. He had a constant time to rush out of the hotel and jump into the car.

Wait! Lu Zhan gave himself instructions in his heart, and the boy seemed to have discovered him.

Xia Xiaoluo frowned slightly and walked towards Lu Zhan. He came to Lu Zhan's dining table and stood there. He pointed at the waitress who was placing the tableware and the plate of rice bowl and said, "What are you doing here?"

What's the matter? Why did you put your finger in his rice just now when he was serving the food? Migrant workers are not human beings? Are you bullying them?"

It turned out that the round-faced waiter accidentally put it into the bowl of the rice bowl. She was depressed. She was in such a hurry. Who would notice it? Besides, our hotel is also an asset of Shenzhen's underground emperor Chen Hao.

It is said that the big boss has a hard time behind the scenes. He dare not come to inspect the health, industry, commerce, and tax every day. How dare you, a little brat, challenge me? His round face turned cold and he said: "What's wrong? How? My hands are cold, so put them inside to warm them up."

It’s not warm enough!”

"Uh-!" Xia Xiaoluo was so shocked that he was so angry that he must have been slapped in the face according to Xia Xiaoluo's petty temper.

However, recently, Xia Xiaoluo has become richer and more powerful. As the saying goes, the higher you stand, the farther you can see. People who live in warehouses know etiquette, and people who have enough food and clothing know honor and disgrace. Xia Xiaoluo's level is getting higher and higher.

I really didn't want to argue with such an unreasonable person. I laughed angrily, scratched my head helplessly, and said, "Well, I'll give you more money, but can you please give this big brother a meal? That's right?"

Okay, add a few more side dishes and charge them to my account."

This was a big surprise for the waiter. Originally, she was prepared to have a big fight with Xia Xiaoluo. Unexpectedly, she didn't care at all. She felt that her clenched fists were useless at all - well, he must be afraid

The round-faced waitress took the menu angrily and left, thinking, I’ll get you some expensive dishes! I’ll make you so angry!

Xia Xiaoluo looked at his face at the glass window and thought, Damn, what's going on? Aren't you handsome enough today? It turns out that young ladies of this age group are the most lethal! They don't understand aesthetics.

Xia Xiaoluo glanced at Lu Zhan - a round-faced shirt with many holes in it, tattered Jiefang shoes, specks of cement all over his body, and tanned skin. He had seen many such migrant workers in his previous life. Xia Xiaoluo

Luo, this kid, has a bit of compassion, and he doesn't see the suffering of the people. When he sees the old woman selling vegetables late at night, or the sweaty migrant workers, he wants to burst into tears. From this, it can be seen that if this kid becomes an official, he should be a good one.

Official. Of course, he often does things like watching pornographic websites at night that ordinary people do, which shows that he is not qualified. Didn't a corrupt official who was about to be executed write a confession - "Relaxed ideological reform, and equated himself with

"To ordinary people", we are not afraid of insulting the people!

At this time, the food was also served. Xia Xiaoluo glanced at Lu Zhan and said with a smile: "Brother, eat. It's hard work outside, don't go hungry."

Lu Zhan suddenly felt like his nose was sore, his eye circles were suddenly red, and tears were about to flow out. For many years, no one had said this to him.

It can be said that during the four years of recovery, Lu Zhan went from a soldier who had won first-class honors in the army to one of hundreds of millions of migrant workers without any transition. The demobilization fee was not enough for his mother to undergo dialysis twice.

So, he worked hard to make money. In addition to working, he also worked. In the process, he suffered from the cold eyes, contempt, and even beatings and scoldings of various bosses and capitalists, big and small, contractors.

The young man in front of him had such sincerity in his eyes and his tone was so natural. He could even tell that it was not sympathy, but a kind of respect that regarded him as an equal.

"Thank you." Lu Zhan suddenly felt that the ice in his heart had melted. He no longer had the courage to pick up the gun and shoot the angry bullet at that moment.

Xia Xiaoluo nodded and said with a smile: "You're welcome. Your accent sounds like a Central Plains person. I am also a Central Plains person. This is my business card. If you have any trouble, please call me." As he said that, he put a gold-gilt card on it.

The business card was handed to Lu Zhan.

Seeing Xia Xiaoluo turning away, Lu Zhan felt that he no longer had the courage to take action.

But, but, his mother's gloomy and painful face, suffering from uremia, kept appearing in front of him, and the red and colorful banknotes seemed to be flying in front of him. What was even more terrifying was--

The gun! Screaming, calling him! - "Kill him! It's too easy to kill a person! You are a war machine. Killing, only killing, is the meaning of your existence!"

Almost in an instant, Lu Zhan completed several actions smoothly. He stood, drew his gun, took aim, and pointed the black muzzle at the young man. With his thumb on the trigger, with just a slight movement of his fingertips, the young man just now would

Died by his own gun——

"Bang!"

The sound of a gunshot was deafening. In the summer of early August, in broad daylight, it seemed particularly abrupt and even more frightening.

The round-faced waiter was so frightened that she squatted on the ground and screamed. As she walked to the kitchen, she inadvertently turned around and saw the migrant worker pulling out a gun and pointing it at the young man who had just defended him.

.

Her mouth widened and she was stunned. What made her feel even more bizarre was that the boy seemed to have eyes behind his back, and actually had a faint smile on his face - making a silencing gesture to herself.

Only then did she realize that there was a young man standing ten meters behind the migrant workers. He was wearing a black suit and a pair of black-rimmed glasses. He looked elegant and handsome. He also had a pistol in his hand. His face was expressionless.

Shot fired!

Then, Lu Zhan's head was like a smashed watermelon, with red and white juices flying all over the floor. He even turned his head and glanced at the young man in black suit behind him - he,

When did it appear behind you?

Xia Xiaoluo turned around, glanced at Lu Zhan on the ground with regret, and said calmly: "I gave you a chance, brother."

He raised his head, looked at the young man in black suit across from him, and said, "Qu Xiaoyuan, damn, is this your gift you said?"