I want to be a warlord

Chapter 3 What if the delivery meets a murderer?
Wang Zhen lightly braked, the broken bread slowly stopped at the door of the villa, raised his hand and honked the horn twice, "Didi."

Inside the villa, the donkey who was watching the situation outside on the first floor looked at the electronic screen at the door and frowned, "Jin Mao, a car came to the door, it seems to be an acquaintance here, what should I do if I want to come in? "

There was a silence in the communication channel, and the voice of the golden retriever sounded after a few seconds, "The poet goes to the first floor, and we will see the situation after we put it in."

The donkey clicked the door open button under the electronic screen, and the big iron gate opened to both sides.

When the broken bread drove in, Wang Zhen parked the car next to the GL8 and didn't open the door, but turned around and got into the car.

The donkey stared at the screen and frowned. It was very strange. Why didn't anyone come down after parking?
Tighten the gun in your hand, don't be fucking discovered by someone, right?
Just as he was thinking about it, he saw the door of the van being pulled open, first a leg stretched out and kicked on the ground, then a pouting butt, the donkey had a strange expression.

Wang Zhen reached out to pick up three boxes of beer and came out backwards. There were 640ml large glass bottles, 36 bottles in three boxes, and weighed more than 70 kilograms. That means he was tall, with his chin stuck on top of the boxes, and he kept a bright smile on his face, which seemed awkward. walked towards the gate of the villa.

There are no good people living here, but there are perverts. You can't afford to provoke them, and you must have a good attitude.

Looking at the picture on the screen, the donkey opened his mouth slightly, with a constipated face, and a beer delivery man, what should I do?
Before he could think too much, Wang Zhen walked to the door, and the donkey opened the door without any hassle.

Wang Zhen lowered his head with the box stuck and walked up the steps to enter the door. Just as he was about to say hello, he saw a man lying on the ground next to him with his face smashed to pieces. Blood was oozing from his face, wounds on his body, and the ground was covered with blood.

This... doesn't seem like makeup?
Could it be...

died!

Wang Zhen stared blankly, then raised his head and looked around blankly. There was one lying on the sofa in front of him, and his body was also bleeding. The white sofa was mostly stained red by blood.

Wang Zhen's face turned pale, and he turned his head slightly to the left. There were still two lying on the ground. Looking at the amount of bleeding around them, this... seemed to be dead too.

Right ...

that……

Who opened the door?

A coolness rushed from the soles of the feet to the skin of the brain. Wang Zhen felt his whole body was stiff, his arms were weak, and his body was trembling.

Awakened by the sound, Wang Zhen immediately turned around and suddenly saw an AKM pointed at him.

The first moment I saw it, what came to my mind was AKM, an improved version of AK-47, caliber 7.26, using M43 intermediate bullets, the most widely used gun in the world, and has been active in battlefields and film and television works all over the world.

The second glance fell on the donkey's indifferent face.

Subconsciously, Wang Zhen raised his hand to cover his eyes with a 'snap' sound, his face was distorted, and he was about to walk out, saying as he walked, "I didn't see anything, I didn't see anything."

It's just that I became nervous and spoke Chinese.

With a bang, the door was closed, and Wang Zhen stood stiffly at the door, not daring to move.

You don't dare to move even if you have an AKM on your waist.

The donkey looked at Wang Zhen, who covered his eyes with his hands to show that he didn't see anything, and almost laughed out loud. He tried to keep a straight face and asked, "What are you doing?"

As soon as he heard it was in English, Wang Zhen realized that the other party could not understand what he just said. Fortunately, Lan Natai’s basic English conversation was not a problem for three years. I came to deliver supper, I am Chinese, I am 21 years old, I didn’t see anything, the takeaway was left at the door and I left, I didn’t even enter the house.”

The speaking speed is fast and clear, and the English dialogue ability is absolutely extraordinary!

The donkey blinked his eyes. The guy in front of him answered so comprehensively that he didn't know what to ask for a while.

So, if a food delivery guy sees them, shouldn't he just shoot and kill them?
The donkey looked up at the poet, and the poet said solemnly: "Fate is the master of half of our actions, but it leaves the other half or almost half at our disposal."

Wang Zhen's expression was anxious and dazed, what the hell are you talking about?
I understand the words, what do they mean when they are combined?
Fuck, don't you understand the moment of life and death?

He vowed that if he survived this time, he would learn English well!

The donkey gritted his teeth, "Mom, Fake, I shouldn't have asked you!"

"Look at this photo, can you two recognize who is the target of the mission? Damn it, I feel that these Lannatai people all look the same. The point is, I don't think any of them look alike!" Footsteps sounded, and the golden retriever Coming down from upstairs, his tone was full of irritability.

The donkey looked at the poet, and the poet looked at the donkey, and they spread their hands together.

The hall suddenly fell into silence. Everyone couldn't take a photo.

"What's going on?" Jin Mao asked, looking at the broken wine bottles all over the floor.

"The food delivery..." said the donkey with a light 'huh', they don't know each other, but this local person should know him.

In their eyes, there is no difference between Chinese and Lannatai.

"Open your eyes." The donkey pushed Wang Zhen's waist with a gun.

"You can't open it, you can't open it, I understand the rules, I can't live if I see your face." Wang Zhen said quickly.

"Fake, hurry up, or I'll kill you now, show me which one is the guy in the photo!" The donkey pushed Wang Zhen's armpit with the muzzle of a gun, and let it go naturally after the pain.

There is no way, Wang Zhen lowered his head and took a look at the photo, "Basong?"

Seeing that the waiter knew each other, several people breathed a sigh of relief, and the golden retriever said, "Hurry up, find it out, I'll give you 2 minutes."

Wang Zhen gritted his teeth, raised his head and ran around the hall. He didn't feel any bloody smell. After all, he had killed the fish for several years, so he didn't feel it anymore. It's just that the corpse looked a little scary, much scarier than what he saw on TV. Yes, especially the one whose face was smashed, "It's not here."

"Go up, I'll follow you." The donkey gave Wang Zhen a push.

Wang Zhen was afraid of delaying the killing of talents, so he ran upstairs quickly, no, no, no...

When he came to the hall again, Wang Zhen's face was more serious than ever, life or death was right in front of his eyes.

The faces of the members of the scythe team were very ugly, and the donkey asked aloud, "What should we do now? Didn't the intelligence say that people are here?"

"Can I still get the remaining half of the money if I can't kill the target?" Bayonet asked aloud.

"What do you think?" The golden retriever replied angrily.

"It's the information that's wrong." The bayonet immediately became anxious.

The golden retriever shook his head, and paid for the task, there is no reason for this thing.

"Let's withdraw first, it's been 6 minutes, go back and ask the middleman." The poet whispered.

After the words fell, everyone's eyes turned to Wang Zhen.

This guy who appeared out of nowhere saw them. If he was released, both the police and the mission target would find him. It was impossible for him to say nothing in front of these people.

Not to mention the issue of revealing the faces of several people, but to say that the mission target will be completely hidden after being known, and it will be even more impossible to complete the mission by then.

and so……

Although I don't want to...

Several people looked at Jin Mao, and Jin Mao touched the pistol at his waist.

(End of this chapter)