The Road to Slaying God

"Someone is going to kill me? Who?" Zhang Yang's pores suddenly exploded, and his head was still a little stunned immediately. He was particularly sensitive to the word "killing" now. He believed in the words of the little monk, this wisdom program Although weird, it seems that he never lied, not to mention that he didn't need to lie to him.

"I ca n’t explain it, you can do it for yourself, Xiao Yan can only help these ... Remember, there are still two hours, leave the city of C, the farther the better, find a place, live quietly for the next life ! "

The little monk sighed again, and the screen suddenly flashed and disappeared, which was completely different from the style of pretend play.

"Little monk, tell me, who killed me!"

"Little monk ..."

"Little monk ..."

...

As Ren Zhangyang yelled at the keyboard, the young monk never appeared again.

Two hours?

Two hours?

Since the young monk said that it was only two hours, it must be only two hours. Only after the incident of 10 billion US dollars and martial arts cheats appeared, Zhang Yang had a blind trust in the computer wisdom program of the young monk, whether it was really False, there is no harm in leaving now ...

If Zhang Yang did not know about Lu Fei's death, he would not believe the young monk. If he did not see the blood and cruelty in the casino, he would not believe the young monk. With his previous thinking, it would not be possible The act of killing and setting fire, but the facts speak louder than words, and his fateful life can hardly bear the frustrations of those awesome figures.

"Yi Ran, I'm gone, time is tight, no time to explain, I'm leaving first, take care ..."

Zhang Yang's hand quickly turned into a ghost, and dozens of fingers bounced on the keyboard, leaving Xiao Yiran leaving the message and leaving.

Where to go?

Zhang Yang was suddenly a little at a loss, he had not been out of C City in his life.

Moreover, Zhang Yang now has only more than a thousand of his money. Last time, he put the card and passbook in the dormitory. Even if he went to the dormitory to get the card and passbook, he had to withdraw the money. The key is that there are no oceans left in Zhang Yang ’s card. If you run with more than a thousand yuan, it is estimated that there are all possible surnames for starvation, and Zhang Yang is skeptical of his ability to survive.

Immediately, Zhang Yang decided to go to the hospital to find Liu Biao, where Liu Biao had more than 10,000. If he had the money, he would not have to worry about his life for at least a few months.

On the street, Zhang Yang felt a pressure.

It seems that the usually vibrant city of C has become lethargic, and the number of police on the road has also increased. What is even more frightening is that at some important intersections, there will be some big men in black suits and sunglasses. Remind Zhang Yang of the young man's words ...

Did the forces behind the young people kill City C?

How is Xiao Yuanxing brother now?

According to Brother Xiao's power, would he dare to come to C City for trouble? Besides, there are policemen all over the street ...

At this time, Zhang Yang didn't dare to save, and his life was important. After getting in the taxi, he looked out of the window and found that there were more and more people in black suits. It seems that they are controlling the traffic, and some The police actually cooperated.

These people in black suits are easily identifiable, because they have unabashedly released their murderous power.

At this time, Zhang Yang can't control anything. He just wants to leave this wrong place quickly. To be sure, these people come to avenge Xiao Yuanxing. No matter who loses or wins, he wins. It can be pinned to death, not to mention, he has a direct relationship with the death of that Maimaiti, or wait for them to come back after the fight ...

"Liu Biao ..."

After Zhang Yang got out of the car, the elevator did n’t sit, and he ran to the orthopedics department on the fifth floor almost all the way. Two hours had been wasted for more than half an hour, but when he opened the door pantingly, he suddenly looked dull. Liu Biao is not in the ward. There are four fierce men in the ward, still wearing black suits that make people feel depressed.

"Zhang Yang!"

"Ah ... I ... I ... I'm not Zhang Yang ..."

A big man shouted unexpectedly, Zhang Yang could not help but agree, immediately, he knew it was bad, and quickly denied that the person stepped back and his body was like a bow.

"If you think you can run past our bullets, you run!"

The big man sneered and patted the raised area in his waist.

Zhang Yang's head was madly calculating. Almost instantly, he gave up the struggle because he couldn't deal with the four burly men with guns at the same time. Although now he is easy to run out of the room while standing at the door, but outside the room It's a long corridor. Even if you run out, you can't run out of that corridor. People only need to shoot out to kill him.

The only way is to follow them, find a good opportunity and run away.

However, Zhang Yang was overwhelmed. The four of them hijacked him professionally. The two were carrying Zhang Yang ’s belts, and they were almost walking with Zhang Yang hanging, making Zhang Yang ’s feet impossible to support. The most important thing was that the other two people One after the other, keeping a certain distance, one hand was always in his arms, Zhang Yang even knew with his knee that the arms were guns.

The plan could not be realized when there were many people in the hospital lobby.

In the parking lot in front of the hospital, there was no longer a chance. One of the four was driving, one was in the co-driver's cab, and the other two were holding Zhang Yang in the middle. Even if Zhang Yang wanted to jump, there was no way. Zhang Yang also wanted to grab one. The gun, when he saw a man opening his black suit to expose the holster under his armpit, he gave up. Although he was familiar with the structure of this holster, he did not have the slightest chance to open the holster to pull out the pistol and then load it. shot.

Damn little monk! Did n’t you say there are two hours? Whoo ...

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