super mercenary

Chapter 140 Four Hong Kong Disturbance

There are three people in the shadow, uneven in height, talking softly.

At such a time and such a place, Ouyang Zhenbang sensitively sensed that something was wrong, but he didn't know exactly what was wrong.

He didn't know that there were already many people who wanted to clean him up. Some of these people wanted to teach him a lesson and make him look ugly, but some wanted his life, such as the three vulture brothers in the Golden Triangle.

Going out lightly, walking a few steps on tiptoe, Ouyang Zhenbang raised his ears to listen, but they were also very careful, he only heard a few words indistinctly, still intermittently, whatever it is here, there are still eight days and so on Yes, a few people left quietly after finishing speaking. Looking at the backs of the three leaving, Ouyang Zhenbang stood by the door and touched his chin in thought. Could it be that someone wants to clean up himself in eight days?Calculating the time, eight days is the time for my own exam. What is the purpose of these people?Don't want to let yourself enter BGI?

Ouyang Zhenbang still thinks that these people only blocked him from entering Huadaquan because of Su Xiaonuan, but what he didn't know was that his high-profile performance all the time had caused these people to hate him, quietly, The purpose of these people has changed. Jiang Ming, Gu Hang, and Du Ziteng had the same purpose in the past, all for Su Xiaonuan, but since Ouyang Zhenbang dealt with them one by one, they realized the strength of Ouyang Zhenbang , Therefore, the original goal has been shifted, and it has become that these people want to vent their anger on Ouyang Zhenbang.

To be honest, Ouyang Zhenbang is not afraid of them at all, they are not strong, and the family has money, so they can hire good players, but Ouyang Zhenbang believes that no matter how strong they find, they will not be as strong as a Sanda king with a special A, and they will not be as strong as a Sanda king in Xuelang. The captain, Chen Hongbin, if it was just those people in the school, Ouyang Zhenbang really didn't bother to deal with them. With his toughness, to clean up people like Gu Hang and Du Ziteng, it would be like catching birds in the crotch. One standard.

But there were also those who caught his attention, such as Feng San, who had a background in the military of a big country, so he couldn't help being careless.

But Feng San seemed to be very honest these days, and Ouyang Zhenbang couldn't stare at Feng San all day long, so only soldiers came to block him, and water came to cover him.

After thinking about this, Ouyang Zhenbang turned around with a smile and poured the water, and then went back to sleep. Since the goal is the horizon, then, what is left to the world can only be the back, what kind of underworld killer, what kind of rich bodyguard, Mao!

Blood Bullet Bar in Yau Ma Tei, Kowloon District, Hong Kong.

The dock helps the big brother turkey to brag about a ### sister.

"In Yau Ma Tei, there are people who touch my turkey. The damn prince is really tired. This time it's his woman, and next time, it's him, ###mother!"

### My sister came to an end after listening to the turkey talk, and immediately poured a glass of wine and handed it to the turkey with a smile: "Ah, brother turkey, who doesn't know that Yau Ma Tei is our home field? Isn't this the tiger's mouth plucking hair? Prince!" Drink this cup to relieve your anger, Brother Turkey!"

Turkey's ferocious face suddenly changed into a childish look and looked at sister ###: "No, I want you to hey!"

### My sister winked like silk and stretched out her hand to wipe the turkey's face: "What a ghost brother turkey!"

Saying so, ### sister drank the wine into her mouth, and then put it mouth to mouth into the turkey's mouth. The turkey laughed loudly, and the horses beside him also applauded.

Turkey took off his pants after drinking, looked at the bright red lips of the big sister-in-law: "Come on, blow the trumpet for brother!"

### No matter how many people are around, she stretched out her hand and brushed her hair back before lowering her head. The turkey was lying on the sofa with a proud smile, humming twice from time to time. It turns out that this big sister-in-law has a good mouth.

At the same time, in a two-story building in Yuen Lang District, New Territories.

On the first floor, a man with a short stature of only about 1.7 meters is practicing yoga.

This man is obviously Caucasian, with beards all over his face, and long khaki hair tied behind his head with a ribbon. Although he is short in stature, this man looks very explosive, with a wide back and a thin waist. His body was performing all sorts of weird and very difficult movements, and with the movements, there were crackling sounds from the joints of bones in his body from time to time, and this person gave off a robot-like feel.

Ten minutes later, the man finished, and then walked upstairs with a big watermelon in his hand. Just as he went upstairs, a little girl about fifteen or sixteen years old plunged into the man's arms: "Brother Paul, Are you done?"

Paul smiled at the girl, picked up the watermelon knife on the table, cut the watermelon, and handed a piece of watermelon to the girl. He was about to speak, but he seemed to hear something, and stood still. Sure enough, there was a slight sound from the lower floor. The sound of the little siren he made of wire on the door.

"Stay here Xiaoying!"

After Paul said that, he put the watermelon knife in his mouth and bit his teeth, then started running, jumped high on the edge of the stairs, and jumped down very powerfully, but when he landed, he knelt on one knee and didn't make any noise at all With the sound, the cat waist rushed towards the two people who had just entered the door.

After running for a few steps, Paul jumped up, leaped over the heads of the two with his legs wide open, and then smashed one man's temple with the handle of the knife. Putting it under another person's neck, the blade was covered with green ashes: "Who?"

The man stood still, not daring to move, looking straight ahead: "Ghost Paul, right? I'm the Prince of Wanchai District, someone introduced you!"

"what's up?"

Paul spoke very simply and directly.

"I have business to discuss with you!"

"Go on!"

"Kill someone, one hundred thousand dollars!"

"Who?"

“Yau Ma Tei Turkey!”

"20 million!"

"make a deal!"

Following the prince's announcement of the deal, Paul let go of the knife, and the prince was quick and snapped his fingers habitually, only to find that his own man was still lying dead on the ground. He smiled at Paul, and the prince ran out, not long after. He brought a box and opened it in front of Paul. It was a total of 20 US dollars. It seems that the prince's psychological price is [-], and he brought a deposit of [-].

Paul stretched out his foot to close the lid of the box and said, "You can go!"

"When will it be finished? This kid killed my woman, and now he is having fun at the Bullet Bar in Yau Ma Tei!"

"In this case, then, three hours later, when you go to the Blood Bullet Bar, you will see the dead turkey!"

After Paul finished speaking, the prince smiled and left, and Paul went upstairs with the money.

Xiaoying upstairs was really still standing there, didn't even move, the watermelon was still in her hand, like a frozen picture.

Watching Paul bring up the money, Xiaoying woke up from the freeze: "Are you going to kill again?"

Paul nodded and put on a windbreaker, and hung an AK47 on each side of his body. He picked up a modified pistol and put it in the pocket of the windbreaker, and then picked up a Russian-made paratrooper knife and put it in a pocket inside the windbreaker. Looking at Xiaoying, he said, "Don't go out, come back and bring you food!"

After Paul finished speaking and went out, Xiaoying looked at Paul from the window who was slowly walking downstairs, and then watched him step on the motorcycle, and the motorcycle rushed out with a roar, Xiaoying then turned around, pulled out a box from under the bed, and took it out of the box. He took out a pistol, aiming at the Paul statue hanging on the wall, putting down the gun, aiming again, and releasing...

Bloody bullet bars.

###My sister blew for five or 10 minutes before blowing out the turkey. The big sister-in-law looked up at the turkey with a cloudy liquid and smiled, then swallowed it while covering her mouth.

Everyone gave the turkey a thumbs up, what a golden gun can't fall down, and the long-lasting bully. The turkey smiled reservedly. Suddenly, a cold light shot from outside the door. The turkey didn't have time to react, and neither did the people. Responding, a cold light rushed directly between the eyebrows of Turkey sitting on the sofa.