The Road to Slaying God

In fact, Zhang Yang didn't know that it was his intervention that led to the little monk's intervention in what was originally a very small matter. What was originally a simple matter became complicated because of the little monk's intervention.

Zhang Yang underestimated the little monk's energy.

While Zhang Yang was waiting for a few minutes, the little monk made at least dozens of calls. The most powerful people in both black and white circles in China were awakened by him. When they heard the murderous voice of the little monk, everyone's The sleepiness disappeared immediately.

No one dares to ignore the little monk’s words!

No one dares to underestimate the existence of the little monk!

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Jingcheng woke up with a few calls from the little monk, and the protagonist Wang Yan was lying in a huge bedroom sleeping. The living room was paved with thick red carpets and decorated in a completely Chinese style. The antique sandalwood furniture gave a sense of With a huge amount of history, every item on the antique shelf is priceless.

This is a room that looks simple but is actually extremely luxurious.

A short middle-aged man with a majestic face sat beside the bed, watching the blushing girl sleeping soundly. The short man had a doting expression on his face and gently helped the girl. After covering the quilt, he walked out of the room and closed the door again.

"How about it?"

The kindness on the short man's face disappeared and was replaced by a cold expression. Suddenly, the short man seemed to become taller, and his movements made people feel a huge pressure. He was the real superior. .

"General Secretary, there was a man who was drunk and wanted to tease the lady. The lady hit him with her mobile phone..." A big man in a black suit, with a body like a door and a crew cut, bent down and whispered.

"I don't want to know the process, I want to know the result!"

The short man sat coldly on the mahogany chair and stared at the big man.

"We rushed in immediately after hearing the shattering of the glass. The girl had already knocked the man unconscious with an ashtray..."

"Who is that person?" The short man frowned.

"The young master of the Zhao family..."

"Very good, very good..." The short man said with a hint of coldness on his face: "I got it!" After saying that, he waved his hand, and several big men in black suits lined up in the living room walked out.

"Stuttering?" After the door closed, the short man dialed a number.

"General Secretary Zhu... I was about to call you. What happened to Wang Yan? Yanjing is your territory!" A cold voice came from the phone, as if there was no emotion at all.

"Haha, it's okay, it's okay. Yan'er misses you. Of course, I miss you too. Come and stay for a few days to keep Yan'er company... If you don't come over, I really can't hold it in. Ahem... Wang Feng That kid is here too..." The short man smiled awkwardly.

There was silence on the phone, as if the other party was thinking.

"Do you really miss me?" Finally, the other party spoke.

"Stutter, you have followed me for more than ten years. No matter what position I am in, you are always my brother. I know that I have wronged you over the years, so I let you go to the army to be free. Then I know that you have created a strong The resentment, hey, you are a strong man, how can a strong man only have this state of mind?" The short man's expression suddenly became warm.

"State of mind... haha... I still have a wish. What state of mind do you want to talk about? Well, I won't leave once I'm here this time..." The cold voice on the phone suddenly laughed.

"..."

The short man was stunned for a moment. The other party had already hung up the phone. "I said, you are the only person in this world who dares to hang up on me first!" The short man couldn't help but curse.

No one would have thought that this short man who was extremely majestic and now yelling curses would be the youngest leader in Chinese history. If the news about him cursing people was spread, it would definitely become the front page of newspapers around the world...

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Zhang Yang naturally didn't know that the girl was sleeping soundly at this time. He was watching Liu Biao playing backgammon behind Liu Biao and he couldn't bear it. It must be said that Liu Biao was mentally retarded when it came to backgammon. , what made Zhang Yang want to kill was not Liu Biao's poor chess skills, but Liu Biao's enthusiasm for backgammon. He had played more than fifty consecutive games tirelessly, and the outcome was actually fifty-three to seven...

You can imagine without guessing that Liu Biao cannot win fifty-three games.

Zhang Yang can conclude that anyone who plays backgammon with Liu Biao can experience the joyful mood of a winner.

Zhang Yang shook his head and walked to his computer to sit down. The computer screen was still black.

Coincidentally, as soon as Zhang Yang sat down, the computer turned on. This time, the little monk appeared directly on the screen with an angry expression on his face.

"How is it?" Zhang Yang was a little nervous.

"How about what?" the little monk said angrily.

"How is Wang Yan?"

"What else can I do? That was in Yanjing, not in the countryside. No one can do anything to her. Don't worry, it's okay. I think you are Miss Caring. You summoned me this time to offset the merits and demerits... However, I can still meet some of your small requests. As long as they are not too excessive, I will treat you as a reward for tipping off the information."

The little monk's expression was a little depressed. Although the little monk was a smart program, he was a character who would repay kindness and revenge. Last time Zhang Yang woke him up, although he played some tricks and gave Zhang Yang Two martial arts secret books that cannot be practiced, but he can gain psychological balance.

He owed Zhang Yang another favor just now, and he immediately thought of repaying the favor as soon as possible. This favor was almost like a debt on him, and the sooner he could repay it, the better.

"Can you answer a few questions for me?" Zhang Yang looked at the little monk carefully. He already knew that this intelligent program had a very bad temper. He had better serve him carefully. Becoming an enemy of a program would definitely not bring good results, at least. , you can't kill him, you can't beat him to death, but he can use all the resources to deal with you.

"Damn, I have a few more questions...forget it, you can ask them. If you don't want to answer, I have the right to remain silent!" The little monk seemed to be affected by Wang Yan's incident and was always in a bad mood.

"Is Wang Yan really okay?" Zhang Yang was still worried about the girl.

"It's okay. If something happens to her, I will bloodbath Yanjing City!" The young monk had a vicious expression on his face, full of domineering.

"Oh..." Zhang Yang felt relieved and asked, "Who are you?"

After Zhang Yang asked, he immediately regretted it. Unfortunately, it was too late and he could not take back what he said.

"Nothing is nothing, Xiaoji is nothing...ah..." The little monk suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Zhang Yang.

"Ah... it's not a problem, it's not a problem..." Zhang Yang waved his hands quickly.

"I'm telling you, I'm not a thing... Fuck, you fooled me, I'm a program..." The little monk was furious, and his hands suddenly turned into two sharp-edged kitchen knives, spinning around in his hands.

"I want to know something about Maimaiti, can you tell me?" Zhang Yang quickly changed the subject.

"Well, I can tell you this. Don't ask me if I'm a thing in the future. I'm not a thing...ahhh... I want to kill someone..."

"..."

Looking at the crazy little monk on the screen, Zhang Yang broke into a cold sweat. It seemed that his question just now completely deceived this smart program.

"...Speak of Maimaiti, not Xiaobi." The little monk said angrily: "Maimaiti controls the entire entertainment city in China, mainly KTV, and some bars. Of course, there are also a small number of hotels. Mix with him. There are tens of thousands of people who feed him, and he can be regarded as eating everything in both black and white circles. He has a weird temper and a shackles of personality, which has offended many people in the world. However, because of his great power, he controls the entire underground market in Xinjiang Province. There are kebab markets across the country, as well as some local specialties from Xinjiang Province, etc..."

"Is he from Xinjiang Province?" Zhang Yang couldn't help but look surprised.

"Um."

"Then... can a person from Xinjiang Province be so powerful? Isn't the central government afraid that another [***] force will emerge after he becomes powerful?" Zhang Yang was a little confused. You know, for Xinjiang Province, The central government has always punished the evil underground forces in the border areas severely.

"Don't worry about this. Although Maimaiti is not a good person, he always thinks that he is an upright Chinese. His attacks on separatists and terrorists go beyond political axes. In his territory and under his subordinates, When doing things, no one is allowed to be involved in politics. No matter who it is, as long as he is found to be involved in politics, there is only one way, that is, death!" The young monk said with a careless expression.

"So awesome?!"

Zhang Yang could not have imagined that the old man with a rough face could be more patriotic than those elites.

(To be continued)