I want to be a warlord

Chapter 1

Seablue Star, Lan Natai, Qingmai, Yaoji Restaurant, the kitchen.

A teenager who seemed to be in his early 20s was cutting vegetables. The sound of chopping vegetables was very rhythmic and fast.

There are several pots on the chopping board next to it, all of which are chopped and commonly used side dishes.

There are several small pots next to the vegetable pots, in which are chopped green onions, ginger, garlic and other seasonings. These are all used after the start of work at night and should be prepared in advance.

After all the commonly used meals were cut, Wang Zhen took the knife to the faucet to rinse it, and washed the chopping board, then shook off the water stains and walked out.

I moved a chair and sat in front of the hotel, picked up my phone to check the time, and after 5 o'clock, I opened WeChat and sent a voice call.

"Hey, Jiajia, is school over?"

"Well, I'm going to the cafeteria for dinner."

"Eat as little food as you can in the school cafeteria. Those things are not for people to eat. Didn't they let you rent a house near the school?" Wang Zhen complained.

"I don't have time, I have to study by myself at night." Wang Jiajia replied without mentioning the matter of renting a house.

"Is there a lot of study pressure recently?"

"It's very big. I took an exam after school started, and my grades were not very good." Wang Jiajia sighed, and said in a sad tone, "I just got the second grade in the exam."

"Good fan, like it." Wang Zhen laughed teasingly, "My sister has the capital of Qingbei!"

"I can't help it. It's time to see the performance of the recruiting teachers of the two schools." Wang Jiajia said with a distressed look.

After a few words with his sister, Wang Zhen hung up the communication, transferred 1000 yuan to his sister, and deposited 2542 in another bank card. This time, the money in his pocket was clean again. Immediately, I felt that the whole person's energy was taken away.

Especially this 2542, Wang Zhen simply hated it, every time he thought of it, a kind of tyranny rose in his heart, and he didn't know how to vent it, and suppressed it for more than three years.

More than three years ago, Wang Zhen was a talented seedling just selected by the provincial shooting team, and he was even expected to enter the national team. He specialized in pistols, 10-meter and 50-meter air pistols, and his family also bought off-plan houses in the provincial capital with loans. It seems to be thriving.

As a result, both parents died in an accident on the construction site, and the foreman ran away because he couldn't pay the compensation, leaving Wang Zhen and his younger sister Wang Jiajia in the family.

In 2010, although Wang Zhen’s salary in the provincial team was only 1800, it could still afford food for himself and his younger sister. He borrowed some money from relatives to cover the loan first, and then repaid the house after selling it.

As a result, the developer ran out of money...!
They are all sold-out houses, and the loans are all given to developers, so what about the money?

It is also impossible for Wang Zhen to expect relatives and friends to keep lending money to you to fill this bottomless pit, but if you don’t repay the loan, the house will be taken away by the bank directly, and you will lose all your money.

No way, Wang Zhen withdrew from the provincial team. The provincial team was very reluctant, but the provincial team had no money.

Wang Zhenfu, who has entered the sports school since junior high school, has no academic qualifications, let alone other survival skills, and he can't afford a house and a younger sister even if he is a screwdriver. I stretched out my hand, and finally went to Lannatai to join a relative here. The kitchen chef Qiedun also delivered food, and he did two jobs alone.

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时间：2014年4月1日22点18分。

Location: Lannatai, Qingmai, Basa'an villa area.

Characters: Wang Zhen, Scythe Squad, and supporting characters who don't deserve names.

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"Azhen, No. 15 Basa'an, 3 sets of A2 set meals, 2 sets of B3 sets, 3 sets of B5 set meals, and 4 boxes of Singha beer." A woman's voice sounded from outside the kitchen.

"Understood." In the kitchen, Wang Zhen frowned and replied without raising his head, cursing in a low voice, 'those sons of bitches', and scooped up a fish from the nearby pond with his left hand. Slam the head of the fish on the chopping board like a whip, quickly press the knife with the right hand on the tail of the fish and scrape it back and forth a few times, turn it over with the left hand, scrape again with the knife in the right hand, and then chop twice, one under the gills of the fish, one knife Cut at the fish buttocks.

The tip of the knife turned, sent, picked, and dialed gently, and all the gills of the left and right fish were picked out at once. The tip of the knife was moved towards the belly of the fish again, and the internal organs of the entire fish chamber were cleaned.

Put the killed fish into the bucket next to it, rinse it for a few times, and then throw it directly into the basin next to it. There are almost a basin full of fish in the basin now. This is the success of his half-hour work. Killing a fish The fish is about 30 seconds.

The bright red blood flowed from the chopping board to the desk, from the desk to the ground, and finally flowed into the sewer along the grooves on the ground. Wang Zhen raised his arm and wiped the splashed fish scales and blood on his face with his upper arm. Bloodstains, continue to grab a fish mechanically.

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A Buick GL8 slowly parked on the side of the road not far from a villa, the lights were off but no one came down.

In the car, a blond man sitting in the second row leaned over the window to confirm the surrounding situation again, and then his eyes fell on a villa 30 meters away diagonally opposite.

"Confirm the destination house number 15."

"Repeat, the target of this operation is a Lannatai drug criminal named Ba..." As he spoke, the blond man stuttered.

"Basong Charon, Golden Retriever." A faint voice came from the co-pilot, and a deep laughter sounded in the car.

"Cough cough." Golden Retriever coughed to cover up his embarrassment, glared viciously at the fast-talking donkey, and comforted himself that it was fine, at least everyone was relieved, and continued to whisper as if nothing had happened: "The goal of the mission is to kill the donkey." He also took photos as evidence, according to intelligence, this is a three-story villa, and the target usually has 10 to 15 guards around him."

"They're all drug criminals, kill them all, don't need to live!"

There was no mood swing when the murderous words of killing all of them came out of the golden retriever's mouth. It was obvious that killing people was common to them, and it was just part of their daily work.

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After finishing a basin of fish, Wang Zhen poured a bucket of bloody water into the sewer next to him and connected it to the water again. While waiting to receive the water, he began to process the crabs in another large basket. The fish-killing knife in his hand was flying up and down. There is a sense of rhythm.

Beside him, there is a fat man with a pot in his left hand and a spoon in his right. One person operates three stoves, and pays attention to the nine casserole stewing next to him from time to time. His feet are also busy hitting the back of his head. There is only the sound of clanging in the kitchen. It’s time for supper. , I was so busy that I didn't have time to talk.

At this time, the kitchen curtain was lifted, and a woman in her 40s walked in, grabbed the black leather sleeve next to her, and said, "Ah Zhen, you go to deliver the food. I'll come here. There are mung beans outside." Drink some soup before leaving."

"Okay, auntie." Wang Zhen put down the knife in his hand, tore off the sleeves and the leather apron hanging on his body, went to the sink next to him, turned on the faucet, and washed the blood on his face and hands indiscriminately. He took the fish killing knife and rinsed it, put it in the scabbard on the back waist, and then turned and walked out.

In the hall, a young woman was delivering lunch boxes from a broken van outside. The table was full of lunch boxes of various colors. Set meal A was for two people, and set meal B was for one person. It is supper for 11 people.

"Sister Lian, I'll bring you some beer." Wang Zhen called out.

"Drink some water first, look at the sweat on your head." Sister Lian looked up at Wang Zhen and said with a smile, bent down, picked up two boxes of beer and walked out.

"That's water!" Wang Zhen muttered, grabbed the large water bottle on the cashier counter and drank a few gulps, then picked up a case of beer and went out.

(End of this chapter)