God-level killer breaks into the city

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Hongmen!

The Hongmen is an underground secret organization in the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties. It originated from the "Hanliu", and was developed by Mr. Chen Jinnan under the Dongning General System of the Southern Ming Dynasty, and then transformed into Hongmen.

Many historical trends of the Celestial Dynasty were driven by people from the Hongmen!

According to statistics, as of 05, Hongmen has more than 90 gang members around the world, with branches in more than 20 countries such as the United States, France, South Africa, Australia, and Vietnam—if the Rothschild family is the world’s largest If the largest family is the largest, then Hongmen is well-deserved second!

An absolute behemoth!

Unexpectedly, Ghost and the others turned out to be from Hongmen.

The murderous intent in Qiu Feng's eyes turned solid: "The last question, who entrusted you?"

"Hey." Ghost sneered and stopped talking.

"Boom!" Qiu Feng pulled the trigger without mercy.

The ghost's head blossomed, red and white flowing all over the place.

"Say it!" He looked at number three who was dying.

No. [-] rolled his eyes, looked at the ghost of tragic death, gathered his last breath, and said with difficulty: "He is... the candidate heir of Hongmen...you can't escape..."

Number three died.

Qiu Feng narrowed his eyes, threw the three bodies and the guns into the still burning fire, destroyed the bodies and wiped out the traces, and then returned to the BMW.

"It's safe!" Qiu Feng exhaled.

When Qiu Feng jumped out, no bullets shot at the BMW. Di Liba knew that the two sides were fighting fiercely, so she didn't dare to move, so as not to distract Qiu Feng's attention.

After hearing a few gunshots, everything fell silent. Di Liba's little heart rose to her throat, fearing that Qiu Feng would die.

Hearing Qiu Feng's familiar voice at this time, his heart immediately returned to his chest, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He poked his head out and checked his eyes, it was Qiu Feng.

"It's over?" Di Liba asked.

"It's over. Let's go, it's not suitable to stay here for long."

Qiu Feng took out the shirt and suit from the BMW, and pulled Di Liba to the Bugatti parked in front from the other side, lest Di Liba see the dead body on the ground.

"Not driving my car?" Di Liba asked in surprise.

"The glass is all broken and the car is full of bullet marks. If you don't want to drive into the city and cause panic, then drive back." Qiu Feng glanced at her, "Is your injury okay?"

"It's not bleeding anymore." Di Liba's little hand was held by Qiu Feng, feeling the temperature of the thug, Di Liba felt her face was burning, and her heart was beating violently.

Qiu Feng was the first to get in the car to check. The key was still there. After starting it, everything was normal. He called Di Liba to get in the car: "If the wound starts to scab, don't get it on your clothes, otherwise it will be difficult to deal with."

Di Liba bit her lower lip.

The wound is on the shoulders, the skirt is not a suspender, and the shoulders cannot be exposed alone, unless the whole skirt is taken off...

She chose to carry it with her hands to keep her clothes from getting near the wound.

Qiu Feng didn't care, he turned his body slightly and drove away quickly.

Because the road was blocked, he continued to drive forward and left from the end of the road.

At the foot of the mountain, it has been 3 minutes since the screen turned into a snowflake. The crowd stared at the other screens anxiously, eager to see through, very curious about what happened in the past few minutes, but obviously no one could answer.

"Look!" someone yelled, "A ghost has appeared!"

Everyone cheered up and looked at the screen. Sure enough, the familiar car entered the range of the camera, and a perfect drift passed the last hairpin turn!

After waiting for another half a minute, no other vehicles were seen, and there was a burst of relief from the crowd. It was obvious that too many people overwhelmed the ghost to win the championship.

No matter what just happened, the ghost won the final victory, and that's enough!

"Four consecutive championships!" someone shouted.

"Car god!" Someone on the other side offered honor.

"Ghost, Rider!" People began to shout in unison.

"Ghost, Rider!"

"Ghost, Rider!"

The sound wave after wave, resounded through the sky.

With all eyes on, the Bugatti passed the finish line and headed down the new road.

"Let's go to welcome the car god!" Whoever suggested it, everyone responded.

It has been a long time since no one has won four championships in a row in Death Mountain. Ghost's feat can be said to have established the status of the uncrowned king!

Inside the Bugatti, Qiu Feng took another cigarette in his mouth. The flickering cigarette butt shone on his handsome and resolute face. He turned the steering wheel comfortably and quickly approached the starting point.

"What's the situation?" Qiu Feng asked in surprise when he saw a large number of people rushing over from the starting line.

"Not sure." Di Liba looked curiously.

"You stay in the car, I'll come as soon as I get the money." Qiu Feng stopped slowly, worried that there were people from Hongmen in the crowd.

"Car god!" Seeing the door open, the crowd burst into cheers.

Qiu Feng smiled and said to Di Liba: "Look, so many people welcome me."

"Ghost, Rider!"

"Ghost, Rider!"

Qiu Feng's expression froze, and he remembered that he was driving a ghost Bugatti.

Di Liba covered her mouth and smiled, and gave Qiu Feng a white look, who immediately got out of the car in embarrassment.

Behind him, Di Liba, who had been looking at Qiu Feng, stared blankly, as if he saw something.

"Ghost, Rider!"

"Ghost, car..."

After seeing clearly the people getting off from the car, the welcoming crowd stopped abruptly!

"Who are you?" Someone asked.

Why did the driver change after the live broadcast was interrupted for a few minutes?

Who is this young man who got off the Bugatti?

"I'm a BMW driver." Qiu Feng threw away his cigarette butt, shrugged his shoulders, and said calmly, "I'm also your car god."

"Where's the ghost!" asked a fan.

"For unknown reasons, the first few contestants suddenly got out of the car and a conflict broke out, and then they were injured and all had accidents. Because three cars blocked the road, I hid in the car and waited for them to end the battle. It happened that the car of the ghost Stopped in front, and I drove his car and continued the race—isn’t that illegal?”

Qiu Feng spread his hands innocently.

No violation?

The crowd looked at each other.

It seems...it's really not against the rules!

Who would have thought that during a car race, there would be a leader who would stop on his own initiative and be robbed of his car...

Throughout the ages, there has never been such a thing, has it?

Everyone can't laugh or cry.

"Anyway, I reached the finish line first." Qiu Feng said with a smile, "I'm here to collect the betting bonus."

Mentioning this, the crowd suddenly gasped.

When Qiu Feng bet privately with Huang Mao and Du Jiang, there were many people watching, and he even bet himself [-] yuan, but he really won the first place!

The odds are one to fifty!

This is 500!

Even though they were all rich second generations and were used to seeing millions, it was really unexpected that he counterattacked and won the final victory, which shocked everyone's eyes.

"Wait!" The fat man pushed his way out of the crowd and said loudly, "Sir, our bet is on the car, and you bet on the number one BMW, not you."

Qiu Feng was taken aback, but he didn't expect the fat man to be quite smart.

After taking a deep look at him, Qiu Feng walked up, carrying a smell of blood, and whispered in Fatty's ear: "If you decide that Bugatti wins, there are so many people, there are more than 500 million."

The fat man was stunned.

Indeed, most of them bet on the ghost to win, and the bet exceeded 3000 million. Even though the odds were pitifully low, they still had to lose more than 600 million!

Originally, he had negotiated a price with Ghost, but at the last moment, he let him take the second place. Afterwards, he would share half of the proceeds. Who would have thought that he would die on the mountain...

In particular, the bloody smell on this person's body is strong and pungent!

Thinking of this, the fat man suddenly smiled and said loudly: "This gentleman is right, the car won the victory only in his hands, so the ranking should be based on the driver, not the car!"

"Today's number one is this gentleman, please follow me to receive the bonus!"

"Just give me the money, I'm in a hurry to go home." Qiu Feng didn't go through any procedures.

"Okay!" Fatty agreed.

30 yuan for the A-level competition, 150 million private bets between Du Jiang and Huang Mao, plus the 500 million yuan in the game, a total of 680 million yuan, plus the price Di Liba hired him, immediately made Qiufeng's pocket bulge, and he didn't need it for the time being. Worry about money.

As the saying goes, if you have money in your pocket, you don't panic.

Qiu Feng happily took the bearer bank card and the check, and returned to the Bugatti, only to find that Di Liba was actually sitting in the driver's seat, and she seemed to be planning to drive back by her.

I don't mind, I got into the co-pilot, and Qiu Feng waved his hand: "Go home!"

Bugatti started and left Qingzang Mountain.

Driving smoothly on the road, Di Liba turned his head and looked at Qiu Feng for a few seconds, his starry eyes were shining brightly, with a complicated expression: "Are you injured?"

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