The Road to Slaying God

Soon, the two ships communicated and both slowed down and docked together. The fishing boat leaned against the ocean freighter like a baby lying in its mother's arms. At this time, everyone realized how huge the ocean freighter was.

"Who is Zhang?" An American with a dark face, about forty years old, and a body as strong as a gorilla climbed onto the freighter. He didn't even look at Su Dafeng who came up to meet him, with a arrogant expression on his face.

"I am." Zhang Yang stood out from the crowd and said calmly.

"Are you Zhang?" After the American took a look at Zhang Yang's body, he suddenly showed a disappointed expression.

"Huh?" Zhang Yang was puzzled by this gorilla-like American's expression.

"It doesn't look like that..." The Americans looked around Zhang Yang and kept shaking their heads, making everyone confused and confused as to what he meant.

"Are you Zhang?"

Suddenly, the American suddenly walked up to Ruan Wenwu and looked at Ruan Wenwu's powerful muscles. His eyes were bright, as if he had discovered a rare animal.

"No, no..." Ruan Wenwu waved his hands repeatedly, stepped back and pointed to Zhang Yang: "It's him, he is Mr. Zhang Yang."

"oh……"

…

"A boat will come to meet you later. Mr. Zhang and Mr. Zhang's men can join me on the same boat."

The American looked at the show with disappointment and then checked the cargo ship again. After confirming the number of people, he made a phone call and climbed off the ship and returned to his own fishing boat.

In less than an hour, eight fishing boats appeared at the sea level.

Seeing a fishing boat appear, the boat suddenly remembered the loud cheers.

After more than half a month of sailing, they finally reached their destination. Immediately, they were about to enter a world of gold and wine to pan for gold. Many people were so excited that they cried. At this time, the American was always accompanied by the ship. Sailing on the side of the freighter.

Su Dafeng already knew the destinations of more than 700 people. When the fishing boat approached, he immediately arranged for some people with similar addresses to take the same boat.

Under Su Dafeng's methodical arrangements, soon, the crowded freighter moved cleanly. The people on the freighter breathed a deep sigh of relief, blew the whistle and slowly accelerated away. It looked like something Nothing happened, but there was no captain on the ship. As for how the sailors explained to the company, this was not something Zhang Yang needed to consider.

After boarding the fishing boat, Su Dafeng had already lost control of more than 700 people, because the fishing boats kept a very long distance, and some simply changed directions. Although Su Dafeng was a little worried, there was nothing he could do.

Zhang Yang, Su Dafeng, Ruan Wenwu and the dozen girls were sitting on the boat.

When Zhang Yang boarded the ship, he discovered that although the ship was small compared to the ocean freighter, it was actually very spacious. At least, there was no feeling of crowding in the cabin with dozens of people in it.

At the stern of the ship, there was a green carpet with some fitness equipment placed on it, and they were all heavy equipment. When they got on the ship, the orangutan-like American was doing various exercises with two giant dumbbells. Various fitness movements, the muscles of the upper body are constantly contracting, and the thick body hair sticks to the skin, like an orangutan soaked in the rain...

The first time they saw this American exercising constantly, Zhang Yang, Su Dafeng and Ruan Wenwu felt the urge to laugh.

This guy looks so much like a gorilla when he takes off his shirt.

"Come here!" The Americans seemed to feel the forced smiles on Zhang Yang's lips. Although they didn't understand why they were laughing, they guessed it was definitely not a good thing. He rolled his eyes, put down two giant dumbbells and pointed at Su Dafeng. Then he pointed to the dumbbells on the ground.

It goes without saying that this guy asked Su Dafeng to lift dumbbells.

"Ah... this, this... is not what I am good at..." Su Dafeng's fluent English also stuttered a bit. Looking at the two giant dumbbells, his body involuntarily took two steps back.

"You!" The American looked at Su Dafeng with disdain and then turned his attention to Ruan Wenwu.

Ruan Wenwu glanced at the two giant dumbbells on the ground and shook his head without making a sound. Suddenly, his body moved like lightning, and a cold light drew a void of silver light in the air...

"ah……"

With an exclamation, the American's body froze like a sculpture, not daring to move at all, because the fruit knife in Ruan Wenwu's hand was already pressed against his neck, and he could feel the unique smell emanating from the metal. There was an icy cold breath, and he even thought that the tip of the fruit knife had pierced his skin. A sense of fear spread in the air. The American's eyes were as wide as bells, and his mouth was opened wide. A look of panic.

The atmosphere on the boat suddenly became tense. Several American fishermen looked at Ruan Wenwu nervously, with surprised expressions on their faces.

"Strength is useless."

Ruan Wenwu slowly took back the fruit knife and took a step back with a blank expression on his face.

Seeing Ruan Wenwu's actions, Zhang Yang smiled inexplicably. He thought of Aze's knife. Ruan Wenwu and Aze were surprisingly similar. Both liked to use knives, both were taciturn, and both advocated force.

Of course, Ruan Wenwu is still far inferior to Aze. Aze's sword is faster and his heart is more ruthless. Moreover, Aze's intelligence is obviously much higher than Ruan Wenwu. At least, Aze will not easily trust the captain. Will kill Ruan Chishan...

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"Martial arts, martial arts!"

After a long silence, the American wiped away some sweat. This sweat was fundamentally different from the sweat from the beginning of exercise. It was cold sweat caused by fright.

The ensuing voyage was surprisingly quiet. The American seemed to have no intention of exercising and just kept chattering on the phone.

At two o'clock in the morning, the fishing boat docked at a secluded coastline, and then inflated three kayaks to land.

Except for the American who was exercising at the beginning who led the way, everyone on the fishing boat left by boat.

After crossing the beach and going through the woods, everyone came to a seemingly narrow road. There were almost no vehicles driving on the road, and it was a bit quiet and depressing.

A group of people did not dare to stand on the road and lurked in the trees beside the road. The moonlight shone into the woods and was cut into extremely beautiful colors by the leaves...

The waiting was suffocating. There were so many mosquitoes in the woods. It wasn't until half an hour later that the sound of a vehicle driving was heard in the distance, and the American let out a long breath of relief.

Obviously, the corresponding car should be here.

Sure enough, two Buick commercial vehicles stopped under a road sign and turned off the lights.

Twenty-one girls and four men, a total of twenty-five people got into two cars. Although there were a lot of people, most Vietnamese women were relatively thin, so it didn't seem very crowded when they were squeezed into the car.

From the moment I got in the car to the time I was driving on the road, no one spoke, it was quiet.

"Address." When the car drove onto a highway, the gorilla-like American asked two words. Obviously, he was asking these people where they wanted to be sent.

"We want to meet Mr. John." Su Dafeng said.

"No, our chairman only sees Mr. Zhang." The gorilla replied without turning his head.

"We have something urgent to do with Mr. John..."

"No!" The gorilla said firmly, leaving no room for maneuver.

"..." Su Dafeng, who was crowded closely with Zhang Yang, winked at Zhang Yang quickly.

"I think, dear sir, you should answer the call of your chairman, because we now have a very important matter to report to him, which involves the future development of your company and is very important." Zhang Yang said.

"This..." Obviously, Zhang Yang's identity still carries some weight, and the gorilla was a little hesitant.

"Call me. This call will more than double your monthly salary."

"Okay then... you speak for yourself." The gorilla was finally moved when he heard that his salary had been doubled. Obviously, however, it was obvious that their boss was a person who didn't like to be disturbed by others. Otherwise, he would definitely Don't hesitate for a phone call.

"Who asked you to call?" The phone was connected, and before it was handed to Zhang Yang's hand, a rich male voice roared from the phone.

"Hello, Mr. John, I am Zhang Yang, your friend."

"Ah...haha...friend, yes, it's a friend! Did it go well?" The old man's voice inside was stunned for a moment, then immediately laughed heartily.

"Thanks to you, it went very smoothly. We have landed ashore. However, I have a few friends who really want to see you."

"No, you can just come." John didn't give any face.

"Haha, I think John has misunderstood. They have brought you a huge business. Do you want to open up a smuggling route? Do you want to monopolize the smuggling business in Asian countries? Do you want someone to provide you with a steady stream of smuggling services? Are you a guest...?"

"..."

There was a sudden silence on the phone, a long silence. Obviously, Zhang Yang's words moved the old man on the other end of the phone.

At this time, Su Dafeng was secretly frightened. He had never told Zhang Yang that he wanted to cooperate with the old man to smuggle across the border. Unexpectedly, Zhang Yang already knew his plan well.

Su Dafeng suddenly realized that he had underestimated this gentle and quiet young man.

However, Su Dafeng had a feeling that he felt safe sitting with this gentle and quiet young man.

Why did you come up with this idea?

Why would I trust a stranger?

Obviously, Su Dafeng couldn't find the answer he needed...

"bring it on!"

After a long silence, the old man's majestic voice rang on the phone.

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The car drove for more than three hours, and it was already dawn. The two commercial vehicles drove into the courtyard of a villa. Of course, this villa is more suitable to be described as a manor. After entering the wall, it is almost endless. Lawn, there is an exquisite house on the hillside of the lawn. It doesn't look big. When the car drives to the door of the house, I realize that the house is actually very big. It has at least more than 800 square meters of construction area and three floors. The building is in European style. Apart from being grand, it is neither luxurious nor simple.

When everyone got off the car, the first thing they saw was an old white man in a white dress standing at the door of the villa. The old man was in good spirits and looked very strong. His hair and beard were all gray, but he gave people a refreshing feeling.

When the old man saw a group of women, he frowned. Obviously, he didn't agree to let them come because he didn't want a large group of stowaways to appear in his villa.

"Hello, dear Mr. John, I am Zhang Yang. Your friend asked me to say hello to you on his behalf." Zhang Yang walked to the old man very politely, with a respectful expression on his face.

Inexplicably, Su Dafeng, Ruan Wenwu, and the group of girls all had an illusion.

Zhang Yang suddenly changed, from a quiet, quiet and ordinary person to an extraordinary person. His every move gave people an elegant aristocratic atmosphere, and even an enchanting atmosphere.

"Yes, indeed, these hands are the hands holding the gun!" The old man held Zhang Yang's hand without letting go, lowering his head and murmuring, with a look of surprise on his face.

Zhang Yang smiled and said nothing, while Su Dafeng and Ruan Wenwu looked at each other in surprise. They never thought that Zhang Yang would be a gunman.

Undoubtedly, the old man's words and Zhang Yang's noncommittal expression have proved that Zhang Yang is a shooter, and a very powerful shooter. Otherwise, as an old man, he would not be praised so much.

Of course, none of them knew, and the old man just guessed that a strong general has no weak soldiers, and his old friend's apprentice was naturally powerful. In John's eyes, a third-rate killer that Zhang Yang thought was already very powerful. After all, he was a failure. The killer.

…

Amid Su Dafeng's confusion, a group of women were taken to the conference room to rest, and several men followed the old man to a small reception room.

In the reception room, Su Dafeng went straight in and quickly conquered the old man with his ideas, and the two reached a cooperation agreement.

In fact, what Su Dafeng relies on is very simple. He can find the source of illegal immigrants in mainland China, while Ruan Wenwu can find a steady stream of women illegal immigrants in Vietnam. All the old man needs to provide is to pick them up in the United States. With the old man With the power, this is a piece of cake.

Of course, the conclusion of this agreement was related to the fact that the old man had already peeked into the smuggling business. In fact, the appearance of Su Dafeng meant that someone gave the old man a pillow when he wanted to sleep, and they hit it off!

From beginning to end, Zhang Yang remained silent and did not participate in the negotiations between Su Dafeng and John. In fact, there was no need for Zhang Yang to participate. It must be said that Su Dafeng was a talented person and he already had a comprehensive plan, including the formulation of routes, shares He has a complete plan for the allocation of personnel and personnel. However, from the allocation of manpower in the plan, it can be seen that Su Dafeng's manpower is a bit stretched...

"Okay, boys, the business is successful. We will discuss some details later. Now, I will take you to a place that young people like."

The old man stood up, waved his hand and walked out first.

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you in confusion. Only a smile appeared at the corner of Zhang Yang's mouth. It seems that this old man who failed as a killer in the past is still brooding...

Sure enough, as Zhang Yang expected, the old man took them to the basement. The basement turned out to be a shooting range, and all kinds of weapons hung on the walls were amazing.

Various submachine guns, rifles, sniper rifles, pistols, and even heavy weapons such as individual rocket launchers...

Even Zhang Yang felt dumbfounded. There were so many weapons here. This one was not a hobby for collecting weapons. It was almost like an arsenal.

Yes, it's the arsenal!

Box after box of bullets and row after row of guns can only be described appropriately with the word "arsenal."

"Everyone can choose any weapon they like. There are targets over there." The old man took a silver-yellow-handled pistol from the weapons shelf and said.

"Da da da da..."

As soon as the old man finished speaking, a light machine gun in Su Dafeng's hand had already fired at the shooting range. The dense bullets poured on the target like a violent storm, and the target was smashed into pieces.

Fortunately, this basement seems to be made of special sound-absorbing building materials. Although the sound of shooting is loud, it is not deafening, and of course, it is not uncomfortable.

However, no one seems to have the habit of wearing headphones. You know, people who really love shooting like to hear the sound of bullets being fired. From that dense sound, they can release their hormones and let the body organs get the maximum pleasure...

"That's good, young man. The recoil of this machine gun is very strong. You can actually control the bullets to shoot within a certain range. It's very good..."

"Um...hehe..." Su Dafeng rubbed his body and laughed. He had suffered a secret loss just now. The huge recoil made him feel like his bones were falling apart.

"Zhang Yang, how about we compete and shoot at the fixed target first?"

"please!"

Zhang Yang leaned over slightly and smiled, and kept stroking some weapons with his palms. His suppressed thoughts and soul were about to move. Obviously, this huge number and variety of guns and ammunition made the memory and thinking in his mind active. Of course, this kind of activity is completely under the control of Zhang Yang. Regardless of martial arts or firearms skills, Zhang Yang can control it freely. On the contrary, those ideological things cannot be completely controlled.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

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Six bullets were fired in succession, and the electronic display next to it showed that four bullets hit the ninth ring and two bullets hit the eighth ring.

Although this result is average, I have to say that in this situation of continuous shooting and casually picking up a gun to achieve such a result, it is already very good.

"Fake Squid, missed the red heart again!" The old man cursed in disappointment and put down his gun, signaling Zhang Yang to shoot.

Zhang Yang did not take the gun again, but took the old man's gun in his hand and touched it gently, his eyes lit up.

"What a gun!" Zhang Yang praised.

"Do you know him?" the old man said with a smile.

"American Colt Python revolver. This gun is one of the commemorative guns produced in 1986 to celebrate the 150th anniversary of the founding of Colt. There are only 1,000 limited editions. Its characteristics are: the magazine wheel shaft sheath under the barrel is extended. At the muzzle of the gun, tilt the center of gravity forward and avoid tilting up." Zhang Yang carefully loaded the bullets one by one and murmured.

"Well, you are worthy of being his apprentice." The old man laughed heartily and said, "If you like it, I can give you this gun."

"Dear Mr. John, thank you for your kindness. This gun is more suitable for you to store here, not for killing people." Zhang Yang smiled. He was very clear about gun management in the United States, and limited edition guns like this are well documented. It can be verified that most people would not use this kind of gun to kill people.

"Haha, that's true." The old man nodded.

At this time, Su Dafeng and Ruan Wenwu, who had been looking at Zhang Yang, couldn't help but look shocked. They didn't expect that Zhang Yang, a weak scholar, would know so much about firearms. However, the two of them almost had the same idea: Maybe Zhang Yang was just right for a revolver. Maybe he knows a lot about pistols...

At this time, Zhang Yang had already raised his pistol. As he slowly raised the gun, the underground shooting range became particularly depressing. Every pair of eyes was fixed on those steady hands, waiting with bated breath. Flaunt shooting.

(To be continued)