2185: C2185 Maps

C2185 Maps

"Zhennan, what's going on?" A gentle voice came from the other end of the line, and Hee Zhennan showed a look of respect. He knew exactly how strong the person on the other end was, it was Dragon City Committee Secretary Zhao Weiguo.

"Oh, Secretary Zhao, my father was almost killed by the Dragon City hooligan, Ma Lishan. I want to carry out one last time to wipe out all the evil spirits and remove all the unstable elements from the Dragon City." Hee Zhennan said respectfully.

Zhao Weiguo was shocked. Although Hee Zhennan's father, the old leader, had retired, he still had connections. It was said that he had a good relationship with one of the leaders of the Central Government and was almost killed when he returned to the Dragon City. Even though he was usually extremely calm, his expression still changed.

"Who's behind this?" Zhao Weiguo asked, to be able to get Hee Zhennan to personally make a phone call to report the matter, it was definitely not a hooligan, Ma Lishan was just a clown.

"Wen Group's Director Chairman Wen." Hee Zhennan said bitterly, "Wen Feng's son, Wen Taiping."

Zhao Weiguo pondered for a moment and said: "Come to my office."

Hee Zhennan nodded and hung up the phone. He smiled at Yang Ping and said, "I will give you a satisfactory answer. Thank you for saving my father. If there's anything you need in Dragon City, you can come straight to me. "Even if I have to break through the heavens, I will help you fill in the form."

This was Hee Zhennan's promise, and with the protection of the Dragon City s Secretary of Political And Legal Committee and Director of Public Security, the Dragon City would be able to go overboard. Yang Ping smiled without the slightest emotion in his voice and said, "Thank you."

Hee Zhennan was surprised. If it was someone else who had received his favor, they would definitely be happy. However, Yang Ping was very calm and didn't care too much about it. It was as if he didn't know the weight of the promise. He nodded to himself at Yang Ping's performance.

Very good young man.

He Yuxin reluctantly left. After a short period of contact, she was attracted by Yang Ping's action of breaking Ma Lishan's wrist with a kick. Unlike the other officials of the second generation, Yang Ping exuded an enchanting sense of self-confidence.

Hee Zhennan glanced at his niece and found that she was looking at Yang Ping with a light in her eyes that he had never seen before. Hee Zhennan looked at his niece and realized that she was looking at Yang Ping with a light in her eyes that he had not seen before.

Thinking about Yuxin's emotional issue, Hee Zhennan sighed in his heart.

Elder He held Yang Ping's hand and smiled: "Come and drink tea with me when you are free. This is my number. "

Yang Ping looked at a pink bookmark with two numbers written on it. One was Old He's and the other was Yuxin's. He looked at He Yuxin, intending to say a few polite words. He Yuxin's heart beat wildly as she hastily helped Elder He into the car.

Yang Ping looked at the car and smiled, but he quickly frowned. The feeling of being watched did not disappear. Those experts did not leave, but continued to hide.

Could it not be Old He's bodyguard?

Yang Ping purposely wandered around West Hill Park and found more than twenty hidden spots with hidden experts. They hide deep, either hibernating in trees, sitting on benches watching explosions, or fishing on the lakeshore.

A cold killing intent filled Xishan Park.

Yang Ping thought to himself, it seems like West Mountain Park will quickly become a bustling place. He felt movement on the western mountain. Two men in black stood guard at the top of the stairs, blocking the way up.

When a Mercedes-Benz stopped at the foot of the mountain, Yang Ping saw a curly-haired Blonde Man getting off the car. He looked around and met Yang Ping's gaze. With a disdainful smile, he turned around and went up the mountain.

"Whiz!"

Yang Ping cursed.

In the moment that Blonde Man climbed the mountain, a tall and strapping foreigner came at him with a terrifying killing intent. Wu Tie's eyes flashed with a cold light. What a tyrannical person. It was just a glance, but if he was displeased, he would kill his subordinates.

This was trampling on China's dignity.

Ah!

The burly foreigner knocked a man who was in his way away. The man who was sent flying nearly fainted from the pain. He reckoned that a few of his ribs were broken. Heavy footsteps sounded and the foreigner's fist arrived in front of Yang Ping.

The strong wind from the punch made the foreigner want to kill Yang Ping with one punch. His face carried a sinister smile, and his eyes were completely red. It seemed as if killing a Huaxia People was as easy as stomping an ant to death.

Yang Ping's pair of body dodged the opponent's fists and said in a deep voice, "What do you mean?"

The foreigner actually understood Chinese and smiled sinisterly, "My boss doesn't like you. "So go to hell."

Yang Ping was furious. You b * stard, you dare to randomly kill people. This is China, not your territory. He stared at the fist coming at him again and grabbed it.

The foreigner felt a sticky sensation on his fist and was shocked. No matter what he did, he couldn't get rid of Yang Ping. As he hardened his heart, he took out a silencer from his pocket and released a freezing killing intent.

Yang Ping let out a cold snort. With a move of his wrist, a terrifying force pushed his wrist like a wave. The foreigner's sleeve moved without wind and suddenly shattered into pieces.

Pah pah pah!

The foreigner's arm broke inch by inch and his entire arm was crippled. He finally realized that Yang Ping was not to be trifled with and wanted to shoot, but how could Yang Ping let him do as he pleased? A kick landed on his chin.

The foreigner crashed to the ground, losing his ability to resist.

Yang Ping stared at the peak of the western mountain and revealed a murderous look. What an arrogant foreigner. Today, if I don't beat you up until Mom doesn't recognize you, I will write my name upside down.

At the top of the mountain, in a pavilion.

Opposite Blonde Man sat a young man in a warrior suit. He was very handsome, but his eyes were sinister and did not match his handsome appearance. He had a cold temperament, like a poisonous snake.

"Mark, you're too reckless." He could see the things happening at the bottom of the mountain. Mark had a violent personality and loved to kill people. Everywhere he went, the first person he disliked died.

Mark said disdainfully, "Matsumoto, you are meddling in other people's business. "Believe it or not, I'll break your neck."

Matsumoto was secretly angry, but he remained calm on the surface. He said lightly: "Have you brought the map?"

Seeing that Matsumoto did not accept, Mark disdainfully said, "Coward. The islanders are cowards. "Haha."

Matsumoto squinted his eyes. Cold killing intent shot out from his eyes. A terrifying double-headed cobra appeared behind his head. It flicked its tongue and stared coldly at Mark.

Mark's body exploded with a strong fighting spirit, like a fighting bear, he shouted in excitement: "I have been wanting to fight with you for a long time, you are the disciple of Liu Sheng of the Island Country! I want to duel with you!"

When Matsumoto heard his master's name, all the killing intent vanished. He didn't forget the task his master gave him and snorted: "These are the things you guys want. We need to trade as soon as possible, and Huaxia Military people will find this place soon. "

Mark chuckled and snorted: "Huaxia People are all trash. "But Chinese women are so cool, I did three last night. Haha, for money, Chinese women can definitely do anything, even licking their toes"

Matsumoto said indifferently: "This is the Huaxia People's weakness. For money, you can even kill your own parents. Exchange maps, in case there's too much trouble. "

Mark did not forget his purpose. He took out the map and exchanged it with Matsumoto. Suddenly, an intense fighting intent exploded in his eyes. With a loud roar, the wind roared, and the pavilion shook. Dust fell from the sky. One could see how terrifying Mark's strength was.

Matsumoto didn't seem to be able to see Mark as he quietly watched.

The stone bench shattered and scattered on the ground. Mark's fist punched through Matsumoto's head. However, Matsumoto didn't have any expression on his face and instead revealed a mocking smile. Mark was startled, but soon after, he roared out in rage, "Coward, you actually used a mirage?!" "If you have the ability, duel me."

On the road of Posterior Mountain in the western mountains, Matsumoto was walking on wooden clogs as if he was walking on flat ground. His eyes were cold as he thought to himself, "Brainless pig."

Mark's personality was irritable, and he just wanted to kill someone. Matsumoto was a good opponent, but unfortunately, he wasn't one to fight. Mark grabbed the stone table and threw it down the mountain, shouting, "Coward!"

At this moment, Yang Ping arrived at the top of the mountain just in time to see Mark going berserk. He stared at the Posterior Mountain and a trace of doubt flashed across his heart. The energy fluctuations should be the Fifth Level Stage.

Mark's eyes turned blood-red when he saw Yang Ping, and laughed sinisterly: "You didn't die, very good. I'm going to kill you now. "

Yang Ping glanced at the object in Mark's hand and felt a sense of familiarity. What was it that resonated with his body?

Mark said angrily, "I'm going to beat you to death. "Die for me."

Killing intent flashed in Yang Ping's eyes. The other party killed people easily, treating Huaxia People as human beings. Damn it. Mark was tall and big, taller than Yang Ping by two heads. He was like a small mountain rushing towards them, and his power was invincible.

Yang Ping used the Five Elements Steps to dodge the powerful attack.

Mark's words were full of disdain: "You idiots from Huaxia, you are all cowards, you never dared to fight back, you used to be, and now you are. "Haha, I killed a Chinese woman last night. She's only 18 years old. Her eyes are filled with despair, I really like her."

"If you have the ability, don't dodge!" Mark roared.1

Yang Ping's eyes were ice-cold. When he heard that Mark had killed an 18-year-old girl, a monstrous rage rose in his heart. He clenched his fists tightly and faint sounds of thunder could be heard from his body.

Seeing that Yang Ping did not dodge, Mark felt ecstatic in his heart as he threw a punch towards Yang Ping's head. Just a single punch was sufficient to shatter the head of the idiot in front of him like tomato sauce. Mark was extremely excited.

Die!

Facing Mark's powerful attack, Yang Ping did not retreat this time. Instead, he rushed forward and arrived before Mark. His fist and Mark's clashing seemed like an egg clashing against a rock. When their fists collided, Mark felt that Yang Ping was doomed. His fists were soaked in the water, and his body had reached an invincible state. He could use his fists to break through the steel plates.

Clang!

The two of them exchanged punches, and the sound of metal clashing rang out.

Yang Ping was as steady as Mt. Tai. He frowned as he thought to himself about the toughness of the fist. Judging from the explosive power of the opponent's body, it was very similar to the Mi Country genetic warrior. The biochemical warrior was the new ultimate killer of Mi Country. He was extremely powerful, and his body was as strong as steel.

This kind of person, the Chinese special forces had a headache.

Yang Ping sneered. Biochemical fighters can only be considered unlucky when they meet me. "Mark thought Yang Ping would be beaten to death with a single punch, but he didn't expect him to be safe and sound.

"You're not bad, but it's a pity that you met me." Mark grinned and laughed maniacally.

"Whiz!"

The smile on Mark's face suddenly froze. With a shake of his body, Yang Ping appeared in front of him. He pressed his palm to his chest and said lightly, "You're so long-winded."

Mark lowered his head, seeing that the other party wanted to defeat him with his palm, he laughed sinisterly: "Idiot, my body is comparable to alloy steel, I can't even shoot through bullets, Huaxia People is indeed very stupid."

Ka-cha! *

Mark's expression changed drastically. He was horrified to see a palm print appear on his chest, from his chest to his back. The palm print went straight through his body, crushing his heart.

Bang!

Mark died with grievance.

Yang Ping picked up the item in Mark's hand and opened it to take a look. A majestic aura gushed out, permeating the ancient savagery. His eyes flashed as he thought, "Good stuff. Just looking at the material is priceless." There was a badly damaged map on it, so it was hard to tell what it was.

Yang Ping left the Western Mountain after keeping the map.

At the gate of Xishan Park, in an army green Prado, Matsumoto was mad with rage as he cursed, "Baga, brainless Mark, the thing has been stolen!"

Matsumoto stared at West Mountain and gritted his teeth: "No matter what method is used, snatching the map away, must not fall into the hands of Huaxia Military."

"Hey!"

The two black shadows quietly left in search of news on Yang Ping.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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