The Road to Slaying God

"What?" Zhang Yang paused.

"You want to provide me with a stable and safe life, to be able to achieve my ideal without traveling around." The old man laughed.

Zhang Yang did not answer. He smiled. There are many things that do not need to be said. When he saw the old man at the first glance in the dungeon, he had already decided that he would never let the old man directly enter the rivers and lakes. After all, the old man was old , Old enough to stay behind the scenes and make suggestions.

Zhang Yang believes that the old man will be a very qualified military division!

"After the killer organization is established, what are you going to do?" The old man didn't continue to talk about that topic, it was already very obvious, Zhang Yang defaulted.

"After going to the pirate village tomorrow, I will leave for a period of time and go to Japan. The plan is to let Aze and Liu Biao go with me. However, the situation in Somalia is still unstable, so let them stay. I'll cooperate with you. After I have dealt with the Japanese matter, I will return to Zhi City and C City. China is our foundation, so I must talk to Brother Dao. In addition, I have to find A group of potential killers rushed to Somalia for your training ... "

"Why find a killer at home?" The old man wondered. For him, as long as he was obedient, he didn't care about choosing the nationality of the killer. After all, this was a killer organization, not a patriotic organization such as the Patriotic Alliance.

"Not only at home, I want to find potential killers all over the world. I want every country, every nation, and every race to have outstanding killers to join our organization!"

Zhang Yang's bland tone is full of boundless ambition, that is, the old man feels a kind of pressure, and this pressure comes from Zhang's ambition and hope.

If you say ambition, the old man just sees the front, but Zhang Yang sees the future, and there is a big picture. There is no comparable name between the two. If the old man has a strategic look, then the old man is not a Third-class killer.

...

Toward night, the four black men in suits and shoes were already full of shopping bags. Later, they simply rented a car and followed slowly, which alleviated the pressure on the four.

The sun is slowly setting, and the setting sun shines on the dome of the mosque. It looks extremely solemn. On the street, there is a quiet place. There are often a group of camels or cows walking slowly to block the way. The rented cars must be slowed down to avoid.

Walking on the streets of downtown Mogadishu, you can see local women wearing gorgeous national costumes. Many girls put a beautiful flower headband on the towering hair accessories. Although the Somalis believe in Islam, women who are masked with black gauze are not seen. All this makes people feel that the city is not only rich in African characteristics, but also maintains the customs and habits of many Arabs.

Liu Biao's eyes were straight. Although the African girl had dark skin, her figure was graceful, she wobbled, and she was extremely graceful ... Along the way, several people thirsty and drank fresh milk sold by the road until The old man said that they only knew that Mogadishu still has many interesting traditional characteristics of the country that is dominated by agriculture and animal husbandry. Some residents build cows next to their houses. They sell fresh milk to people, and The green fodder eaten by cows is sent daily by herders in the suburbs.

Although it ’s not long, with the old man Somali passers-by explaining, everyone feels that they have seen a lot of things, and they have a more intuitive feeling about Somalia. Without war, this is a very beautiful country.

As night fell, everyone was tired, and the old man's physique was not good. After returning to the hotel, he ate something and returned to the room to rest.

Old rules, Zhang Yang has a room, Liu Biao has a room, and the old man and his wife have a room. Zhang Yang is too lazy to manage the money and gives the old man the room where he put the money. Let that pile of banknotes disappear.

In fact, Zhang Yang didn't know that a lot of this money would be immediately spent by the old man, because when the old man took them to play, he had contacted a dozen arms dealers and ordered a lot of weapons and ammunition.

In Somalia, as long as you have money, it will not be much more difficult to buy firearms and ammunition than to buy food.

After entering the room, the old couple were more excited than Zhang Yang, and they kept planning the prototype of their killer organization. If the prototype of Zhang Yang ’s "Qi Tian" was, the real meaning was after the old man took over, because the old man Not only the purchase of weapons and ammunition, but also contact with a number of unintended killers of the same age, according to Liu Biao's tone, are a group of old undead guys.

Naturally, Zhang Yang didn't know this. He was impatient with this kind of meticulous work. He was more interested in the overall arrangement.

Zhang Yang's sense of urgency is getting worse.

This sense of urgency is a bit inexplicable, as if, from the time, Zhang Yang felt an invisible pressure after the flight of power, that pressure is everywhere.

Zhang Yang can't find the reason!

Now, the only thing I can do is to continue to be strong, powerful, and powerful!

...

After taking a bath, turn on the air conditioner in the room to the maximum. Put on a bathrobe and open the notebook. It's been a long time since I turned on the computer. It is almost an instinct to open the computer. Zhang Yang enters Xiao Yiran's space. There is still no space in the space. Update, it seems that this qq has been deprecated in general.

What exactly happened?

Looking blankly at Xiao Yiran's smiley face in the space for a long time, Zhang Yang sighed deeply. My feelings are always messed up, sometimes like a passionate seed, sometimes like a ruthless killer. It seems that I have never straightened it out.

Closing the space, Zhang Yang sent a message to Liu Biao. When shopping, Liu Biao strongly requested and bought a notebook. Now Liu Biao's QQ is online.

"what are you doing?"

"Don't bother me, I'm busy, ***, I only started one night, I lost more than 20 games, and it didn't make people live ..."

"..."

Zhang Yang was sweating prodigiously. It took only a few moments for Liu Biao to fight the young monk for more than 20 rounds.

"Stop Xiaojun!"

Zhang Yang was just shutting down the computer to practice, and the little monk suddenly jumped onto the screen. This time, the little monk was well-dressed and the background was a little familiar. Zhang Yang immediately remembered it. This background was from the superstar Andy Lau singing "Muyu and Goldfish". The background, ink paintings, bamboos, mountains and water, are very freehanded. Zhang Yang was very impressed, because when he was reading, he always regarded himself as a goldfish trapped in a fish tank.

"Is it all right? Aren't you playing backgammon with Liu Biao?" Zhang Yang said.

"There is something, rest assured, Liu Biao's stupid big man does not need Xiaoyi's thoughts to be able to deal with it." The young monk pursed his lips, apparently, he did not take Liu Biao to heart.

Looking at the little monk's expression, Zhang Yang could not help but sweat. If Liu Biao knew that his opponent didn't see him as an opponent at all, he didn't know what to think. He would probably smash the computer with a thunder, and then swore that he would never play backgammon in his life ... "Xiao Xun has been looking for you for a long time. These days, Xiao Xun is very busy, very busy, and has been busy for half a month, and found a very important news, and this news has a close relationship with you, so you must tell You. "The little monk looked serious.

"Now humanity needs you to save ..."

"Hey ... I'm not Superman ..." Zhang Yang jumped up suddenly, and the hat was too big to crush him.

"Yes, you are not a superman. Any strong person can pinch you with a finger, but things arise because of you. When you last practiced" Fairy Road "on a plane, you brought the earth to the outside. The space channel of the star field was opened for a few seconds. The alien civilization took advantage of a momentary opportunity to find and locate the jumping point to the earth. Now, you must close this space jumping point, otherwise ... "Xiao The monk sneered.

"What else?" Looking at the sneer of the young monk, Zhang Yang palpitated, he rarely saw the insidious expression of the young monk.

"Otherwise, millions of warships will come to the air. At that time, the earth's civilization will be destroyed, and human beings will become slaves of aliens. By then, you will be human sinners of eternity!"

"Why me?" Zhang Yang almost believed the young monk subconsciously, because he believed in the existence of alien civilization, and the fact that silver charm was iron.

"Why are you? Do n’t you know?" The monk fiercely said, "On the whole human world, only you can practice" Fairy Road ", and open the space channel and close the space channel. If not you, who else? "

(To be continued)