The Road to Slaying God

Zhang Yang made a victory gesture with Liu Biao and A Ze, shrugged his shoulders, and walked out with a bitter smile. He regretted a bit. He should have introduced Liu Biao to Wang Yan earlier in province h, otherwise Wang Yan also They will not be so excluded.

And Liu Biao stood up proudly, put on his pair of pointed long leather shoes, dragged Aze to follow, and for Liu Biao, letting that arrogant woman yield is the greatest sense of accomplishment.

There was a special elevator downstairs from the presidential suite. When everyone came out of the elevator, the manager Fang nodded and appeared in front of Wang Yan like a ghost.

"Dear Miss Wang, you are a distinguished guest of this hotel. This hotel can provide you with a Rolls-Royce service ..." Manager Fang smiled charmingly.

"I don't have a car? Get out!" Wang Yan was on the fire, and Liu Mei frowned.

"..." Manager Fang smacked his horse on the horse's legs, stared at Wang Yan's eyes, scared back and forth and almost fell.

The hotel's efficiency is very high, the glass curtain wall has been erected, several workers are assembling, and the warm temperature in the hall is restored.

When Zhang Yang followed Wang Yan out and looked at the high-end car slipping in front of the hotel, he was stunned, even the manager Fang who was standing not far away was also wide-eyed.

Although there are no top-level cars like Rolls-Royce in these cars, they are all very valuable cars, more than one million yuan is the cheapest.

Xuelian and Wang Yan got into a Cadillac, and the three men, Zhang Aze and Liu Biao, didn't bother to separate. They all packed in a Buick business car.

The team improved in Yanjing City, and soon, several people lost their sense of direction. At the beginning, Zhang Yang also tried to determine his position through calculation. At the back, he failed. Yanjing was too big and too big. His computer-like brain was unable to determine direction and location for a while, after all, he had little geographic conception of Yanjing.

The convoy entered a closed wall with large iron gates and stopped in a building complex, which looks like a residential house, but the vehicle parked at the gate is like a thriving entertainment venue.

The building is not high, with a maximum of four floors, but it looks very grand. This building is strictly speaking, it should be better described by the building group, which stretches over a distance of more than 200 meters. The main style of the building group is Roman architecture. In style, there are huge Roman columns and some reliefs everywhere.

There is a huge lawn below the building, with a [***] sculpture in the middle of the lawn. Brand new cars are parked around the lawn, and many cars have never seen it before.

The crowd had already lost their way. After getting out of the car, they stumbled behind Xuelian and walked into a small door in the building. The door next to the small door was closed tightly.

Inside the small door was a deep doorway, and the two sides of the doorway were full of uniformed security guards. The security guards were serious and did not squint.

"Didi!"

The three had just passed through a door opening. Suddenly, there was a violent alarm sound above their heads. After the alarm, a red light flashed.

"Stop!" A dark-skinned, majestic security guard stretched out the baton in his hand and blocked the three bodies. At this time, Wang Yan had taken Xuelian into the hall.

"Why?" Liu Biao was naturally upset with the baton on Liu Biao's chest. If it wasn't for this strange place, Liu Biao would have exploded.

The security guard did not speak, and raised his head to signal Liu Biao to look at a small delicate sign hanging on the wall, which said: No guns and control knives are allowed.

Looking at the words on the sign, Zhang Yang froze.

Now, they have encountered a problem, that is, Aze's waist knife, no matter Zhang Yang or Liu Biao, they know that Aze's waist knife never leaves, no matter what kind of environment, the waist knife will be within reach of Azer. local.

Looking at the three people's stiff bodies, suddenly the atmosphere became depressed. More than a dozen security guards standing on both sides of the doorway also stared at the three with tight eyes. The security expression of holding the batons against Liu Biao was still With a dumb look, it was clear that he was the head of this group of security guards.

Do not know why, Zhang Yang felt a strong killing gas.

This is not a group of security guards!

Zhang Yang almost immediately confirmed that this is definitely not a group of ordinary security guards. It should be a group of well-trained soldiers. The security guards cannot be so calm, nor can they have the sense of killing and coercion.

"Get off!" Liu Biao watched fiercely against his security guard with a baton.

The security guard was still amused, like a sculpture without the slightest emotion, the batons held in his hands remained motionless.

The air seemed to be burned.

"What's wrong?" Suddenly, Wang Yan walked over Xuelian's arm and looked at the security guard in surprise.

To Zhang Yang's surprise, the security guard didn't say a word, but nodded slightly to signal Wang Yan to look at the sign on the wall.

"They are my friends!" Wang Yan was angry.

The security guard shook his head, not seeing the slightest emotional fluctuation, just like a big mountain.

"Will you let them in?" Wang Yan seemed to have no way of taking these security guards, but he threatened.

"Of course, you can call my superior. If my task is cancelled, I will leave immediately." Finally, the security guard spoke.

"You ..." Wang Yan immediately flushed out his phone and said, "Hey, Uncle Zhu, who have you made? My friends are not allowed to come in at my dance party?"

Almost immediately, Zhang Yang's meditation unfolded, collecting the voice from the phone.

"Ah ... Yaner ... that ... that ... they are not under my control, you look for Uncle Staples, I don't know, um, just like that, I'm having a good time with the foreign guests ... ... duh ... "

"Uncle Zhu ... Huh ..." Wang Yan was furious, and he rang his teeth and called another phone. "Uncle Stammy ... Are you busy?"

"Oh, Yaner, are you busy? Are you here to accompany me for tea?" Almost immediately, Zhang Yang heard the voice of a general.

"I do n’t like to drink tea. By the way, someone inexplicably arranged more than ten security guards for me today, always following me, and also going to go with my gun. I hate death, you let them Will you leave? "Wang Yan said coquettishly.

"Ah ... heh ... that ... I can't decide, you call Xiao Zhu, oops, oh ... I remember a very important thing, you play first, I hang up ... beep……"

There was a busy tone on the phone. Wang Yan looked at the phone in a dull look, and it seemed that he hadn't responded yet.

Zhang Yang couldn't help but laugh for a while. He almost immediately guessed the reason. It must be that Wang Yan took a pistol in the hotel today to reflect to the general. The general was afraid of her accident and simply seized her pistol. He arranged a group of bodyguards and started to lift clothes. The man in a suit is definitely one of the bodyguards.

"Forget it, Azerbaijan, take it out." Zhang Yang looked at Wang Yan with a gritted look.

"Ding!"

Azer didn't speak, her hand was raised, which sharp waist knife had been nailed to the brand, and the knife edge was still shaking, making a "buzzing" sound.

Almost the moment Aze shot his waist, the security guards who used his batons to hold Liu Biao's eyes suddenly sharpened, and more than a dozen security guards also exuded a strong momentum.

"Can we pass now? Huh!" Wang Yan glanced openly and stared fiercely at the security guard.

At that point, the security guard shook his head and glanced at the red light still flashing.

"Hey, are you endless?"

Wang Yan's finger was almost on the security guard's face, but unfortunately, the security guard seemed to be transparent to her and didn't even look at her. The baton was still frozen in the air.

"Who still has a weapon?" Zhang Yang couldn't help but wonder, Liu Biao has rarely carried a weapon since the paper cutter was placed in Zhi City, and Azer never used a second weapon.

Azer and Liu Biao shrugged, signalling that they were out of arms.

"Strange, we passed by one by one ... keke ..."

Zhang Yang stepped back a few steps, making him startled that when he had just taken two steps back, the red alarm light stopped flashing immediately, and at this moment, the security guard released Liu Biao's batons and eyes Tightly stared at Zhang Yang.

Now, even Aze and Liu Biao are confused, they all know that Zhang Yang rarely carries weapons. Besides, everyone has been together recently, and Zhang Yang has no weapons at all.

"Is this thing broken? Use the button as a pistol!" Liu Biao looked up at the red light in confusion, reached out and hooked, too high, gave up.

"No, this is the most advanced instrument with powerful analysis capabilities. The proportion of dangerous surnames can be analyzed by the shape of the metal." The security man looked solemnly and kept saying.

(To be continued)