Chapter 61

Early in the morning, the sky just turned white.

Wang Ming came out of the security dormitory.

For martial arts practitioners, they usually only need to practice that night, and then they will be very good the next day. That's why many martial arts practitioners can have sex upside down for three days and three nights.

However, few low-level martial arts practitioners spend a lot of time on sex, because if they want to go to a higher level of martial arts, they still need to consolidate their roots and cultivate their talents.

And the morning of the day is often the best time for the warrior to consolidate the foundation and cultivate yuan.

Run for an hour, divided into 40 minutes of jogging and 20 minutes of acceleration.

But even in the first 40 minutes of jogging, the speed was beyond the reach of many people. It was close to the speed of three minutes per kilometer, but Wang Ming was not flushed and breathless after 40 minutes.

In the last 20 minutes of acceleration, Wang Ming specially chose a park with few people. The speed was so amazing that he was afraid of being treated as a monster by others.

After all this, Wang Ming went to the breakfast shop after a bit of practice.

Fat potstickers.

The guotie dumplings here are the old stores in he'an City highly praised by many old customers.

The shopkeeper and the landlady have been working here for more than ten years. For Wang Ming, they are from snacks to big ones. Although they look small, they are equivalent to fly restaurants, but they taste authentic.

"Wang Ming, is it the old set meal today?"

The landlady is in her forties, with a Wangfu face and an apron.

The boss is turning the steaming pot there. He is very thin, but he often has a smile on his face. Many regular customers are familiar with them.

"Madame, business as usual."

Wang Ming found a seat at random as if he had arrived at home.

However, Wang Ming did not know that there was a man in the wonton shop next door not far away from him who looked at his back in surprise, but he soon moved his eyes.

She is Zhang Yun.

"This guy's here for breakfast, too?"

Zhang Yun had some accidents.

What a coincidence.

Just through the phone last night, we met this morning.

But she's not going to say hello.

So decisively looking for a corner, quietly staring at other people's every move.

Wang Ming served several plates of potstickers, and served a thin porridge with preserved eggs and spicy paste soup. He sat there eating.

The skin of the potstickers is crispy, and the inside is fresh and juicy. The sound of a crack is followed by the delicious taste of the soup.

When you drink preserved egg and lean meat porridge and spicy paste soup, you will feel warm in your heart. With the potstickers, your mouth is full of fresh fragrance.

After a few mouthfuls.

Wang Ming frowned.

It's not because there's something wrong with the taste.

But he was acutely aware of something wrong elsewhere.

"In the morning, how can it be murderous?"

This kind of breath, he Wang Ming in any case will not smell wrong.

After so many years in the battlefield, he has already developed a set of reconnaissance techniques of his own.

He edged his eyes slightly.

There are two people with sacks on their backs, sitting on a table, head down and eating hard. They are not as lively as other companions, but Wang Ming can smell the earthy smell of each other.

Wang Ming looked at it, and one of the beards raised his head.

He immediately took back his eyes. Under the scanning, he obviously found that this bearded man's alertness and strength were beyond ordinary people. His strength was already strong. If he went to the local martial arts school, he could be the master of the martial arts school.

"It's not like the person who's looking for me."

Wang Ming was a little more settled.

As long as things don't mess with him, he won't have the heart to do anything to others.

Soon.

The two of them finished eating.

Then check out.

They took the money out of their pockets and took out a pound note.

The landlady was stunned when she saw this, and then said with a smile:

"you two, what we charge here is RMB."

One of them, with a mole on his lips, said in a low voice:

"we came back from overseas without RMB."

The landlady pondered and said:

"why don't you exchange RMB first? It's OK. I'll wait for you to come again next time."

They looked at each other, then nodded and left together.

Wang Ming pauses for a moment. Looking at the two men, they don't seem to be mercenaries or overseas Chinese martial artists. This shows that they may be lying.

But the pound looks brand new. Is it just trading with foreigners?

Plus the smell of the earth.

Wang Ming already knows about what the other party does."Reselling cultural relics."

Over the years, the state has been very strict in this respect, because once cultural relics are exported, it will take a huge price to get them back.

Therefore, this industry is not only because of the artistic value of cultural relics, but also because of their commodity attributes, which makes them very popular in overseas markets, and also attracts some domestic desperants to do these things.

"I didn't expect that anyone sitting in any position would encounter this incident, and the other side was also very alert. When I looked at them secretly just now, they had already reacted."

Wang Ming thought.

However, they just noticed that it was impossible to feel Wang Ming's breath. The existence of Taoist Scriptures was enough to cover up his abnormality.

After their steps disappeared in Wang Ming's ears, Wang Ming didn't want to take care of them. When his vigilance disappeared, he concentrated on eating breakfast.

Potstickers are as hot as ever.

Wang Ming is eating the last potstickers.

All of a sudden, the familiar low voice came again, but now it was a little surreal:

"Madame, I changed the money."

Wang Ming turned his head.

Seeing that they had come back, the man who had just paid pounds touched his waist.

With a smile on her face, the landlady said happily:

"you are so fast."

The man with the mole nodded and said with no expression:

"you see if I changed it this time."

He took a black gun from his waist.

The landlady didn't react, but frowned and said:

"brother, we're not kidding."

However, the man shot at the table. Pengdi was deafening. There was a smoking hole on the table!

The landlady suddenly screamed!

At the same time, the man behind him broke up and landed in a hidden corner. He drew out a black gun and aimed at the crowd. Finally, he fired three shots on the roof and yelled:

"do you want to sit down for me!"

One of them was also hit by a bullet. The middle-aged man was half kneeling on the ground with a painful expression.

The others were immediately frightened by this move. They all sat there and didn't dare to move. They were just shivering.