urban evil king

"It's getting late, I'm going back too, you can pack up slowly, I'll pick you up tomorrow morning." Wang Zheng looked at his watch and said.

"It's really not necessary. I'll be embarrassed to trouble you like this." Ning Xia insisted.

"Alright then." Seeing Ningxia's insistence, Wang Zheng didn't say anything, just smiled, and bid farewell to this small room that gave him a feeling of peace of mind.

However, thinking of seeing the owner of these eyes often in the future, Wang Zheng's mood instantly improved a lot.

What Wang Zheng didn't know was that there was an extra sentence in Ningxia's diary that night:

Life always has unexpected warmth and endless hope.

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Looking at the time, Wang Zheng suddenly remembered someone, so he hailed a taxi and said, "Master, go to Xinhua Road, drive faster."

"Okay, we dare not say anything else, we will definitely be able to fly there at super low altitude." The driver laughed and stepped on the accelerator.

The Xinhua Road from the southern suburbs to the northern suburbs needs to pass through the entire urban area of ​​the capital. It will be very congested during this time period, but since Wang Zheng asked to go faster, the driver must take the overpass on the outer ring road. Although it is a little detour, the speed will be faster a lot of.

Ordinary people may not know it, but Wang Zheng knows very well that there is a large manor on Xinhua Road in the northern suburbs, in which lives a generation of meritorious old man of the Chinese Republic——Old Man Song.

Mr. Song Song Jingli used to follow Su Fuhua to fight the world. At that time, in the first group army, Su Fuhua was the commander and Song Jingli was the political commissar of the group army. The first group army moved to half of China, winning one battle after another. Over the years, they have almost never tasted defeat. .Su Fuhua and Song Jingli are also rumored to be the best partners. As long as there are two people participating in the battle together, the First Army will be invincible.

Later, in the political arena, Song Jingli was also Su Fuhua's most solid supporter. He adjusted his position very well, and was not suspected by Su Fuhua because of his great achievements or disobedience.Song Jingli understood very clearly that if he couldn't beat Su Fuhua, it would be better to continue to maintain the friendship for so many years.In that precarious ten years, in that ten years of cunning rabbits and lackeys, many famous heroes and generals suffered cruel and humiliating persecution, including He Yan's old man, a generation of marshals who died unjustly like this.However, Song Jingli was safe and sound, and no one dared to touch him, not for any other reason, but because he had Su Fuhua's sea-fixing needle on him.

There is no doubt that Song Jingli stood in the right position in the political struggle, and only then did he gain the title of political tumbler.

However, in recent years, Song Jingli has devoted himself to raising flowers and planting grass, staying in his own house and not going out, and not asking about political affairs. Everything in the Song family has been handed over to his eldest son, Song Mingwei.

Obviously, the current Song Mingwei is the spokesperson of the Song family, and sooner or later the head of the Song family.

As for the second child, Song Mingsheng, who seemed to be doing nothing to the old man, there was no possibility of inheriting the position of Patriarch at all.

However, the relationship between the two brothers has never been good. The eldest brother Song Mingwei looks upright and honest, acts vigorously, and has strong political skills. He has already become the mayor of the capital at a young age, and even the secretary of the capital city party committee wants to give him five points.Moreover, the current Secretary of the Capital Municipal Party Committee also understands that sooner or later he himself will give way to Song Mingwei, after all, the opponent's backstage is too tough.

As for the second child, Song Mingsheng, this guy looks a bit dandy. He established the Song Media Group and transformed himself into the big boss of the Huaxia entertainment industry.This is what old man Song Song Jingli dislikes the most, and he is extremely disappointed with his second son. The relationship between father and son was once tense to freezing point.

However, although Song Mingsheng is arrogant and arrogant, he is not a person who does not know the depth, but also a person with his own ideas.The tiger father has no dogs, and the son of Mr. Song, even if he does it again, must be an extraordinary character.

Wang Zheng still remembered Song Mingsheng's kneeling to him. If Song Mingsheng's rating in Wang Zheng's heart was two points before that, then after that kneeling, his rating would instantly rise to nine points, the son of a generation of famous generals , The status is so extraordinary, dignity is more important than life, and he can endure humiliation and humiliation. His future achievements will far exceed people's imagination.

It is not uncommon for brothers to fight against the wall among famous families. No one knows whether this Song Mingsheng is hiding his clumsiness, whether he is hiding his strength and biding his time. Maybe he is a poisonous snake that seems to be hibernating, as if it is harmless to humans and animals, but I don’t know when. , it will jump out and release the deadly letter.

Wang Zheng got out of the car far away, and after walking for a kilometer, he came to Xinhua Road.

After observing the surrounding terrain, Wang Zheng's figure disappeared into the darkness, squinting his eyes and looking at the not-so-small garden in the distance.

A manor covering an area of ​​several acres, with several small buildings standing in it, this is where the main figures of the Song family lived, Song Mingwei lived in it, and his daughters Song Ziye and Song Haixing also lived in it.

The place where Mr. Song lived must be heavily guarded. In addition to the guards at the gate and patrolling guards with guns, there will be many plainclothes secret guards around. Once they find suspicious people, they will immediately attack without hesitation.

It's just that for a while, Wang Zheng found at least three plainclothes secret whistle, but he didn't deliberately hide himself, just pretending to be a normal pedestrian, passing by the gate of the Song Family Manor.

When walking past the blind spot of the two cameras, Wang Zheng ran a few steps, climbed over the wall, and disappeared into the garden of the Song family.

As the future head of the Song family, Song Mingwei's family lived alone in a small building, and her daughter Song Ziye lived upstairs from him.

But at this time, Song Ziye hadn't come back yet. Once this young lady of the Song family threw herself into her career, she would be desperate. She was probably still working overtime in the office.

Song Mingwei had a social event tonight, so he came back relatively late, but his alcohol capacity is not bad, and he would not get drunk under normal circumstances.

After entering his room, Song Mingwei turned on the light and was about to take off his coat when he found a person standing behind the door!Not the slightest sound!

Song Mingwei only felt that the hairs all over his body were about to explode, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated!

A stranger came to the heavily guarded Song family's old house!Song Mingwei didn't even have to think about what this meant, he just pressed the alarm next to the door!

As long as this button is pressed, the Song family's guards will rush over immediately!

Wang Zheng stood behind the door with a smile, looked at Song Mingwei, and didn't intend to stop him at all.

However, when Song Mingwei touched the alarm, he found that he couldn't press it at all!

After pressing it several times in a row, the alarm just doesn't go off!

Seeing Song Mingwei struggling, Wang Zheng said helplessly, "Don't work in vain, I have already broken that thing, even if you press it all night, it won't work."

After all, Song Mingwei was someone who had seen big scenes. Hearing Wang Zheng's words, he understood that the other party had come fully prepared. Since he was able to break through many secret whistles and enter his room, he must be sure that he would not let him leave alive.

Thinking of this, Song Mingwei calmed down instead.Now that the other party has come here, he must be sure to leave, and he must have something he wants in his hands.Your own life will be guaranteed.

Wang Zheng walked up to Song Mingwei, smiled slightly, and said, "Mayor Song, do you know me?"

"Wang Zheng? It's you!" Song Mingwei was shocked after carefully identifying it!

"I think, not only do you know me, but you are also very familiar with me." Wang Zheng stretched out his hand and pressed Song Mingwei's waist.

Song Mingwei felt a stabbing pain in his waist, and immediately lost all his strength, he couldn't even stand up, and slumped on the ground like a ball of mud!

"Now, we can have a good chat." Wang Zheng also squatted down, with a smile that made Song Mingwei's heart chill: "I want you to tell me, what happened to the bomb in Ningxia?"

Song Mingwei slumped on the ground limply, his clothes soaked in sweat instantly, just because of Wang Zheng's question!

"I don't know, I really don't know..." Song Mingwei's forehead was glistening with sweat!

"Really don't know?"

Wang Zheng's smile became brighter, and a silver needle in his hand was raised, piercing the back of Song Mingwei's neck!

"With someone like you, I really don't have the mood to waste time."

When the silver needle entered his body, Song Mingwei felt as if he was being bitten by thousands of ants!These ants seemed to be crawling inside his limbs, crazily biting the flesh and blood. The extremely painful tearing sensation made Song Mingwei terribly painful!

However, all his strength has been exhausted now, and it is difficult for him to speak, let alone resist or run away.

Wang Zheng squinted his eyes and said: "This is the poison I prepared, and others can't undo it. You are just poisoned now, and it will make you more painful in the later stage. If you cooperate with me obediently, maybe I will think about it." , to detoxify you."

But in just five seconds, Song Mingwei seemed to have come back from hell, his face was covered with sweat, his hair was already soaked, the pain just now was unbearable to look back on, and Song Mingwei absolutely didn't want to bear that kind of pain again !

Panting heavily, Song Mingwei nodded with difficulty.

"Okay, I... tell you."

ps: Thanks to Brother Zuohuai, Aunt Xiaomu, and the post-90s Sainty Phoenix Children’s Shoes for their support, thanks to the monthly tickets for Zuohuai and Hu Yulong’s Children’s Shoes, and thanks to the comrades who specially filled up members for our evil king, and thank you Warmly welcome those newcomers to the group of evil kings.

Thanks Qianlong Zhiyuan, a group of good friends.

In particular, I would like to thank my favorite sitting in my arms. To be honest, the sentence you said before, "I only have two books, Urban Evil King and Fiery King, on my bookshelf", made me secretly happy for three days.

Well, I'm narcissistic again.

Yesterday, I frantically saved the manuscript for a week, and sent it out in one go. It felt really good. As a result, I started to sadly not save the manuscript today, and then wrote chapter by chapter.

After hearing the news about Dafeng, I was very excited and tangled, because the end of the year is the busiest time of the unit, and there are piles of materials that need to be sorted out. I only save manuscripts after get off work, just for Dafeng to explode on this day. Give it a go, let everyone have a good time.

Aunt Xiaomu took good care of me and let me fulfill the promise of the ten watch. (A thousand words are omitted here. I typed a few sentences at first, but then I thought it was too obscene, so I deleted it.)

After working hard for a week, I used to be considered a handsome young man, but now the dark circles and bags under the eyes are very obvious on the face, and I can fall asleep after drinking coffee. Take it easy."

I'll take it easy... sister...

Every time I explained that I was too late to catch up with the manuscript, others would look at me with ambiguous eyes, then interrupt me and say, "Don't explain, don't explain, I understand, we all got it."

I...you know wool...

I am a handicapped party, but to be honest, the feeling of breaking out is quite cool.

So...so...so I decided that in the future, I will burst out from time to time, so that everyone can have a good time, and I can also have a good time.

Now the average order is 178, and when it reaches 0, we will explode five times!

Not only the quantity is required, but also the writing needs to be satisfactory to me.