Huadu small security guard

Chapter 29 The Killer Is a Cat
When the girl saw that she was Qiuxiang with a full face, she immediately changed from a chirping little skylark to a well-behaved chick, which showed how powerful Miss Qiuxiang's usual deterrent power was.

"Zhang Yiming, I'll leave it to you to deal with the theft of underwear in the girls' dormitory building. If I can't find out within two days, I'll go to your room and ask you to check me up."

Sister Qiuxiang said in a low voice, a pair of dead fish eyes floating around Zhang Yiming's body.

Zhang Yiming felt that his uncle was almost bursting out of the chrysanthemum, and immediately made a strong promise: "Sister Qiuxiang, don't worry, I will definitely find the underwear thief."

Sister Qiuxiang got his guarantee, but instead she had a resentful look on her face: "Damn ghost, don't work so hard, it doesn't matter if you can't find it, I will take advantage of you."

Zhang Yiming had a chill. He likes women, but he absolutely doesn't like sister Qiuxiang, who is not like a normal human being. He immediately oiled the soles of his feet and escaped at a speed faster than Bolt.

If there is anyone in this world who can make Zhang Yiming fearful, then this person must be Sister Qiuxiang.

At night, bar box.

Caiba played with the wine glass casually, a cold and fierce light flashed in his hazy eyes.

"Boss, Tianbadu and the team of mercenaries were all killed. Later, the Huaxia military sealed off the scene, and we couldn't find out the specific situation."

One of his subordinates said cautiously that now Caiba's face is not good-looking, and when he is angry, he will habitually kill the people in front of him, and those who work around him are walking on eggshells.

The movements of Guai Ba's hands suddenly stopped, and the subordinates in the box couldn't help shivering.

The corner of his mouth twitched, showing a weird smile, and he clapped his hands, as if he was very happy.

The subordinates looked at each other in blank dismay, Tianba was one of the top experts in the organization, he was hanged up today, I don't know why the boss is not angry.

"You must be wondering why I'm not angry. It's actually very simple. Although Tianbadu is capable, he is my elder brother's confidant. Now the group is controlled by me, so I don't need him to treat the previous generation like that. Boss is a loyal person, now that he is dead, it might be a good thing for me."

Guaiba smiled and explained that these fearful subordinates were finally relieved. The boss is easy to get along with when he is in a good mood.

One of his subordinates came over to please him and poured him a glass of red wine, nodded and bowed and said, "As long as you are in a good mood, you can start over from the beginning."

Caiba picked up the wine glass, and suddenly slammed it on the guy's head, the glass shattered immediately, and bright red wine splashed, like the color of blood.

"You don't have any fucking IQ at all. Didn't you see that I was consoling myself? Come on, send this guy to the kitchen. I hope to have a luxurious dinner right away."

Guaiba's eyes are full of ferocity. Why are all his subordinates mentally retarded? He lost his most powerful assistant and a team of mercenaries hired at a high price. In the end, he didn't even hurt a hair of Zhang Yiming. How could he not be angry? .

Immediately, some of his subordinates picked up the unlucky guy from the ground and dragged him out of the box. Normally, the consequences would be to send him to the kitchen and turn him into a chafing dish.

Guaiba glanced at his men with gloomy eyes, they were already tucking their heads into their crotches at this moment, the consequences of talking too much at this time are too serious, isn't this a lesson learned from the past.

"A bunch of useless trash, get out!"

Caiba is too lazy to lose his temper with them, someone bears his anger, and now he is in a slightly better mood.

These people hurriedly backed out, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, this little life was still alive after all.

"Poison Emperor, why are you so angry?"

Zhou Wanpeng walked in with square steps, sat down directly opposite him, poured himself a glass of red wine, and shook it gently in his hand.

"Boss Zhou, my man has been killed, but Zhang Yiming is safe and sound."

Guaiba said coldly.

"I never thought that there are still people in this world that you can't handle."

There was a hint of disdain in Zhou Wanpeng's eyes, and his mouth seemed to be comforting, but in fact it was more like mocking.

Chaba's eyes turned cold: "Boss Zhou, your son's condition should be stable, right?"

Zhou Wanpeng frowned. This was his heart disease. Zhang Yiming beat his only son, Zhou Zihao, into a cripple.

"Guess, what do you mean?"

"I don't mean anything. Zhang Yiming is our common enemy. Since I can't handle him, let Boss Zhou do it himself."

Guessing the bully said that he couldn't handle Zhang Yiming, let alone Zhou Wanpeng.

A sinister smile appeared on the corner of Zhou Wanpeng's mouth: "Guaiba, you are the poison king in the Golden Triangle area. It is said that the mercenaries there are at your disposal, but to deal with Zhang Yiming, using those mercenaries is not enough. I have already got his mercenaries." According to the information, he used to be an ace special soldier, how could those low-level mercenaries in Southeast Asia be his opponents?"

Cai Ba pondered and said: "I know this too, but in our place, besides the mercenaries, there are only human monsters left. You don't mean you want me to use human monsters to deal with him?"

"Of course not, I have already contacted the top killer in China, and I will send her to assassinate Zhang Yiming."

Zhou Wanpeng proudly said that although the Poison Emperor is well-known, he is just an upstart in the valley of the Golden Triangle. How can he compare with him, the old leader of the underworld in a big city?

After guessing the bully, he became interested, and asked, "Boss Zhou, who did you hire to deal with Zhang Yiming?"

Zhou Wanpeng smiled mysteriously: "You must have heard of the Zodiac Special Forces."

Chai Ba immediately showed a clear expression: "Oh, you mean the Zodiac Special Forces, I don't know, I haven't heard of it."

Zhou Wanpeng looked at him with disgust: "I haven't heard of it before, why is there such a big reaction?"

"If you don't respond, I'm afraid you'll be embarrassed."

"Well, Zodiac Special Forces is a killer organization. All twelve members are the world's top killers. They use the twelve zodiac signs as their code names, so they are called Zodiac Special Forces."

Zhou Wanpeng explained patiently.

Chaba nodded and asked, "Are they very good?"

"It is said that there is never a task that they cannot complete. Even the Raffi Company, they often cooperate with them. As long as you give them enough commission, they will kill anyone for you."

"Then who among the Zodiac Killers did you invite to deal with Zhang Yiming this time?"

"The biggest weakness of Zhang Yiming is lust, so to deal with him, we must use the beauty killer. This time I specially invited the cat from the Zodiac killer to deal with him."

There was a murderous look in Zhou Wanpeng's eyes. The Zhou family that Zhang Yiming had harmed had lost all children and grandchildren. He had to kill that guy to relieve his hatred.

"It is said that cats are the pets of the god of death. This code name is very imposing, but what I don't quite understand is that there should be no animals like cats in the Chinese zodiac, right?"

"Guess Ba, you really should learn about Chinese culture. Here, cats and tigers are foolishly indistinguishable."

Guaiba scratched his head in embarrassment: "Boss Zhou, we are drug dealers, why do we need so much knowledge, it seems useless."

"You know a basket, haven't you heard of this saying, hooligans are not scary, the most feared hooligans are educated."

Chaba smiled and said, "Then I will wait for the good news from Boss Zhou, and now I can't help worrying about Zhang Yiming's life."

Zhou Wanpeng smiled coldly, and wrote two words on the table: "This is what Zhang Yiming should do."

Guaiba took a closer look: "Should be discounted?"

Zhou Wanpeng was very embarrassed: "I'm sorry, I didn't graduate from elementary school, so I often write typos. In fact, what I wrote is prayer."

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(End of this chapter)