Stop In The Deep Sea

The night is getting deeper, and the road is silent.

Wang Xin did not take a taxi, but chose a shared bicycle on the roadside.

Although it is far away from the company, it is relatively close to the single apartment he rented, less than four kilometers away.

Looking at the rust stains on the bicycle chain, Wang Xin couldn't help but sigh. Nowadays, few people choose this mode of transportation.

Today's technology is advanced, and all kinds of transportation have been replaced with more advanced new energy systems, which are many times more energy-saving and efficient than the electric vehicles that were popular a hundred years ago.

Special super-fast roads have been built between major blocks, allowing private transportation to travel at a maximum speed of 400 kilometers per hour, and air rail trains to reach a speed of 900 kilometers per hour.

With such a convenient transportation environment, how can anyone choose the time-consuming and laborious bicycle?

But the more this happened, the more Wang Xin felt uncomfortable.

He is a rather nostalgic person and is more interested in some old objects. This may be due to his long-term practice of ancient martial arts. He always feels that the current technological environment is a bit unreal and makes people unreliable.

The world is developing too fast, causing the city to lose its due leisure. The slow-paced life recorded in the movie may never be reproduced again.

The moonlight was hazy, and the surrounding area exuded the smell of earth, mixed with a hint of the fragrance of wild grass, which made people feel happy.

Wang Xin pedaled his bicycle, feeling the comfort brought by loneliness, singing all the way. The remaining alcohol in his body had long been forced out of his body by Qigong, and the cool breeze blew on his face, which was very comfortable.

Twenty minutes later, we finally rode downstairs to the apartment.

Just as Wang Xin was about to lock the car and go upstairs, he felt an unusual chill behind him.

This chill is not caused by the weather, but by the perception of things around you after practicing traditional martial arts to a certain extent.

dangerous!

Sure enough, a baseball bat whizzed towards Wang Xin's head from the green trees diagonally behind.

Wang Xin rolled to avoid the attack of the bat, cleverly turned his back to a position against the wall, and kept scanning the surroundings with a pair of eagle eyes.

"Who?!" Wang Xin shouted coldly.

More than a dozen figures appeared from behind trees and corners, holding various weapons in their hands, and surrounded him in a fan shape. They had obviously been lying in wait for a long time.

The man in the suit walked over slowly, holding a rectangular box in his hand.

With the help of the faint moonlight, Wang Xin could see the other person's face clearly.

"Is it you, Zhou Qiang?"

Zhou Qiang is a person that Wang Xin is very familiar with. He is a colleague of his company. He was originally in the Department of Ancient Military Affairs with him, but later he was transferred to the Department of Science and Technology when the market turned bad.

This person was sinister and extremely clever. Not long after he was transferred to the Ministry of Science and Technology, he used his own way to get into the position of supervisor.

"I've been squatting on you all night, and finally I've got you."

"What do you mean?" Wang Xin glanced at the dozen or so figures around him, wondering where he had offended this colleague.

Zhou Qiang sneered again and again and said ferociously: "Don't pretend to be confused here with me! I didn't see it, but you are quite clever. You made Mr. Zhang spend hundreds of thousands at once to get you a place."

As soon as these words came out, Wang Xin immediately understood that Zhou Qiang coveted his opportunity to go to the deep-sea base.

Who doesn't know that the deep-sea base is now a piece of fat, with the most advanced technology in the world, and a bullet-silver transplant plan that is on the cusp of the storm.

With such a hot topic, just shooting some videos and writing some copy can become a hot search. If you seize the opportunity, it will definitely make the company's technology department skyrocket.

It can be said that with this wave of technology, if you give a dog a piece of cake, it will become popular.

Then the problem came, but at this time, the company's upper management decided to give the quota that they had fought for at a huge cost to the Kobubu, which had already lost its market.

No wonder Zhou Qiang is so angry. From this point of view, it is not surprising that what happened today.

However, Wang Xin still tried his best to keep a kind face, because he was leaving tomorrow. Before leaving, he did not want to cause any trouble, so he said: "This is a decision made by the upper management, and I am also surprised."

The meaning of this sentence was to clear up the relationship, but in Zhou Qiang's view, it was a naked show off.

In fact, as early as a year ago, Zhou Qiang had been applying to go to the deep-sea base for various reasons, but Mr. Chen did not take the cake he had given the company, and rejected his application every time because of insufficient funds.

Unexpectedly, now he directly asked the ancient military department who was unable to reach the edge to go to the deep-sea base. Isn't this a slap in the face?

Thinking of this, Zhou Qiang became more and more angry and started to make nonsense: "I'm afraid it's not because of your betrayal that you let Mr. Zhang, a little bitch, go to such trouble to help you!"

After hearing this, Wang Xin's face suddenly darkened: "Zhou Qiang, as the Minister of Science and Technology, it is a bit too much for you to say such a thing."

Zhou Qiang disagreed, with a sinister look on his face: "Excessive? There is something even more extreme. Tell me, if you were missing an arm today, or broke a leg, or -"

With that said, Zhou Qiang winked at the companions next to him, and continued: "If I disappear from this world, wouldn't it be my turn to be assigned to the deep-sea base? Hahahahaha..."

"Brothers, come on!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a dozen gangsters around Zhou Qiang rushed towards Wang Xin at the same time.

When Wang Xin saw this, he knew that he would not end well today, so he stopped talking and the true energy in his body exploded instantly.

In an instant, a powerful aura spread out, and the surrounding air was burned to the point of being unreal. Wang Xin raised his left arm to meet the swing stick coming from the sky.

With a "bang" sound, the huge repulsive force caused the young man's swing stick to be thrown out of his hands and thrown into the open space aside.

The hard qigong practiced by Wang Xin emphasizes the word "hard" and uses true energy to control the body, so his ability to withstand blows is particularly outstanding.

Taking advantage of their daze, Wang Xin struck preemptively, jumped up suddenly, and kicked the three nearest people away with a whip kick, causing them to faint to the side. This shows how powerful it was.

When the other young people saw this, they immediately stopped and did not dare to step forward rashly.

"Whoever takes his arm off, I'll double the reward!" Zhou Qiang yelled from around him.

Sure enough, money comes in handy.

The employer has said this, so what are you waiting for?

Several young men rushed forward again carrying sticks.

From their movements, it can be seen that these people are just ordinary people, without any fighting foundation, and they can only fight randomly with a strong force.

Wang Xin did not take them seriously, but paid a little attention to the young man wearing sunglasses behind him.

This young man has not made a move, and Wang Xin can't figure out his path, but judging from his aura, this man should have practiced some skills. He can only deal with a few people around him before making a judgment.

The original intention of practicing ancient martial arts is never to bully the weak, but if you are bullied to this extent, you should defend your dignity and interests.

Wang Xin doesn't cause trouble, but he's not afraid of it either.

He found a good angle, used offense as defense, and cleverly avoided the attacks of several gangsters. His iron palm was like a cattail leaf fan, overwhelmingly attacking forward.

When the enemy is weak and we are strong, the best way is to fight quickly to prevent variables from happening.

After a few rounds, several gangsters fell to the ground and no longer had the strength to stand up.