Killer: the cold - faced girlfriend of the ceo of icebergs

Furong city, 10 miles north of the second stream, mount fangma.

This mountain range, which was rare in pingchuan of furong city, was not tall and straight, although it was called a mountain. Originally, it was just a slope full of shrubs, but now it had been developed into an inch of land and an inch of gold.

The entire mount ma was divided into two parts, one side was a high-class residential community, the other was a scenic area developed for the scenic area and a huge 18-hole green meadow, surrounded by several rivers, surrounded by a variety of evergreen shrubs, with beautiful scenery.

In particular, on the sunny side of mount ma, under the cover of a neat pine forest in the united states, the huge horse-drawing villa was like a paradise that had left the market, with flocks of cattle and horses, galloping herdsmen, and the tents and workshops decorated by xingluo, which were thought to be preserved on the vast grasslands.

However, this was not a scenic spot. Everyone in furong city knew that this land belonged to the camel barsang. The huge songhai area around the villa was a personal territory. No one dared to enter the interior of the villa without permission.

However, during the day, ze did not have the slightest bit of worry. He drove the car all the way to the foot of the mount and only then did he stop.

On the side of the road, he casually stood on a boxing rack and slowly took a breath.he slowly suppressed the boiling blood in his body and stared coldly at the horse manor at the edge of the road in the dark of the night. Along the slope of the mountain, the entire wooden horse on one side was covered by lush vegetation. A gentle breeze blew past it, and a haze appeared on its head, blocking the moonlight. The world became more and more gloomy.

Under her feet, the road was open and flat. From the place where she stood in the daytime, it was about a mile up. It was the main door of the villa. Under the stone structure of the tibetan structure, there were vertical lines that indicated that it belonged to individuals and that it was forbidden territory. At both ends of the room, there were two small rooms decorated with a very tasteful decor. A few" guards" wearing uniforms and hats walked past the main door under the bright lights. Their eyes occasionally swept to the surroundings, making them look very wary.

These guards were surrounded by a silver wall that was more than six or seven meters tall behind them. On top of that, there was a wire fence that was one meter high. There was a" do not touch with electricity" warning slogan hanging on it. Inside, through the straight iron arts main door, it was a road that passed through the pines sea. When one looked up, one could vaguely see the tiny light that was stolen from a blockhouse on the slope.

This was the goal of the day, and if there was no mistake, the hunchback, bassane, should have been inside.

Outside the city police station, ze had already taken out some useful things from the hooligans during the day. He knew that this villa was only one of the many businesses in furong city, but there must be quite a lot of people inside. On a normal day, there were a large number of tibetan herdsmen helping him to manage the pastoral areas, nomadic cattle and horses. In addition, he also had a group of thugs who had specially trained in tibetan wrestling. They were usually trained here. There were a hundred and ten people, each of them had a strong character, a valiant and combative wrestler, and no ordinary person could enter.

At the end of the night, another light breeze blew past. The sky was overcast and the moon was covered by clouds. It did not start to rain for a while. Although it was not very big, the mountains were lush and the fog was already very strong. It rained, and the sky and the earth immediately became cool. There was a vague fog everywhere, which made one's mind clear.

As the climate changed, the guards at the front door of the villa avoided the door and entered the house.

Only the day ze still quietly stood under the dark night, but by the rain he was thoroughly drenched from head to tail.

After another thirteen or five minutes, the rain began to fall heavily. The water vapor spread, and even tianze looked up at the scene in the daytime. It was difficult to recognize the scene ten or twenty steps away. The lights on the slope were dim and hazy in the distance.

"Is it true that even heaven can't watch anymore? During the day, ze poked out his tongue and licked his mouth. Suddenly, he chuckled and said," the wind is high and the sky is on fire. The night of the moon is dark and the night of the murder is dark. Isn' t that how the ancient heroes killed at midnight?" Ha ha ha ha ..."

He trained his iron arm and stabbed his feet, and his kung fu was the most efficient way to kill people.