Chapter 179

When Li Gang looked back, he saw a car with a low beam coming here. He opened his mouth and scolded: "Damn, it's a coincidence."

Wang Jun and Li Gang were afraid that the car behind them would doubt them, so they got out of the car together, stood on the big lift, untied their pants and urinated.

The car with low light drove to the back of the Great Wall SUV, and then slowly stopped.

"Well?" Wang Jun and Li Gang looked at each other and noticed something different. They quickly put on their trousers and reached into their back waist to hold the pistol.

The car, the door opened, and a man, a man in white, came down.

The whole body is snow-white, including long hair. The night wind blows, and the white hair floats.

But I can't see clearly. Because the face of a man in white is as white as his clothes!

Ghost!

Rao Shi, Li Gang and Wang Jun are the best bodyguards around Hua Manyu. However, at this time and here, when he saw a company with white hair appearing in front of him, he shivered and thought of the word "ghost".

After getting out of the car, the man in white came slowly to them. There was no sound at his feet, just like being blown by the wind.

"You, who are you?" Wang Jun stares at the man in white. When he sees the shadow of the man in white reflected by the lamp on the ground, he knows that the man in white is not a ghost.

Legend has it that ghosts have no shadow.

The man in white didn't speak. He just stopped two meters in front of them and faced Wang Jun and Li Gang coldly.

The river sobs.

"Who are you? What do you want to do? " Li Gang boldly asked again. As soon as the words came out, I immediately remembered a piece of news I saw in the newspaper. My pupils suddenly shrunk and cried in a low voice: "I know, you are a ghost car!"

"Jinan Times" said: on the night of August 12, the Korean "hand of God" who came all the way to southern Hebei in China to die was completed by a white man with snow-white hair.

From that day on, the mysterious ghost car, the king of international killers, finally revealed a little bit of the true face of Lushan in front of the world. Anyone who has read the newspaper knows that the ghost car is an image with white hair.

Li Gang and Wang Jun naturally read that newspaper. It's just that I was shocked by the strange appearance of the man in white, and I didn't think about it at the first time.

The man in white spoke. It was a woman's voice.

If the voice of this woman in white is not gloomy and cold, her voice should be very good: "you tell me where Chu Yang is, I can spare you from death."

Chuyang? Ghost car is for Chu Yang!

Wang Jun and Li Gang looked at each other, and their eyes were all incredible: How did that boy get involved with the ghost car?

"I'll give you another chance to live and tell you where Chu Yang is."

"We don't know who chuyang is." Li Gang took a deep breath, took out a pistol and pointed to the man in white: "now, please leave immediately, if not..."

Before Li Gang's words were finished, the man in white suddenly moved. It was really like a ghost blown by the wind. It floated leisurely and carefree, but it rushed into Li Gang's arms very quickly. It seemed that a cold light flashed by, and then it popped up to the left like a spring. It was right in front of Wang Jun's eyes. A sharp knife with a bright and bloody smell was against his throat: "don't move."

With the word "don't move" of the man in white coming out, Li Gang's whole right hand holding the pistol fell to the ground, and then he cried out: "ah..."

Li Gang's voice was like the cry of a night owl, long and graceful, and then he fell to the ground suddenly.

Wang Jun has never been so afraid before. It's true. Before he became Hua Manyu's close bodyguard, he had achieved excellent results in the secret service brigade of the Beijing Military Region, and also carried out several secret missions. He was one of those masters who became more excited after seeing blood.

But now, Wang Jun was afraid, really afraid, because he had never felt the breath of death at such a close distance.

Cold, lonely.

"Tell me where Chu Yang is, or death is your most comfortable relief." The hand in white moved a little, the blade penetrated into Wang Jun's skin, and the blood flowed out like a snake.

Death is the most terrible thing, but the man in White said at this time that death is the best relief. According to Wang Jun's intelligence quotient, he knows very well: if he doesn't say it, people in white will immediately use the means he has never heard of to extort a confession from him.

No mistake at all!

Wang Jun is not huamanyu's dead man. He is just a bodyguard who supports his family to earn money. Although in some accidents, he can willingly block the bullet for huamanyu, it does not mean that he has the courage to survive the torture of people in white. So, after a moment of silence, he said, "are you really a ghost car?"

The man in white shook his head: "I'm not a ghost car."

"Who are you?"

"My surname is Shang. It's Shang Lige." The man in white seemed to understand Wang Jun's mind, so he answered his question patiently.

"Shang Li Ge?"

"A long time ago, I was called night owl."

Five years ago, there was no "ghost car" in the world at that time.

In the international killer list, "night owl" is the number one killer king.

Night owl, surnamed Shang, name Lige. Female, 23 five years ago. He was born in Huaxia. The best are knives, erratic body movements and long-range tracking.

When Shang Lige was seven years old, he helped people sell cigarettes and drinks in taewan underground boxing ground. When he was 13 years old, he took the stage to fight boxing. When he was 19, he became the leader of taewan underground boxing. When he was 21, he turned into a professional killer. A year later, he became the king of killers, known as "night owl"!

Five years ago, the night owl was 23 years old. She sneaked into the capital of China to carry out an assassination mission. She met Hua Canyu, the first expert in the University, the iron rowing king. After a fight, the owl fled with injuries and never knew where to end.

One year after the night owl disappeared, the world's killer world emerged today's king of killers, the ghost car.

"Night owl? You, you were killed by Hua Canyu five years ago! " Five years ago, Wang Jun had heard about the night owl who was the king of killers. He never dreamed that the legendary night owl would appear in front of him today.

"I'm not dead, that's why I'm like this." Shang Lige slowly retracted the knife and stepped back: "after saying the answer I want, you can leave safely."

"Well, I'll tell you, but after I say it, you have to relieve me of my worries." Wang Jun was silent for a moment and put forward his request.

Wang Jun's worry is that Hua Manyu will take revenge on him and his family when he knows that he has betrayed him. How can we not let Hua Manyu know that he betrayed her? The only way is to kill Li Gang and Shanshan. It's cruel, but it's smart.

"Well, I promise you." Shang Lige agreed to Wang Jun's request without hesitation.

"Chuyang is in the villa No.15 of sunshine Lingxiu city. Behind the cupboard of the villa restaurant is a secret room... As for how to enter the secret room, I don't know."

"Didn't you forget anything?" Shang Lige bowed his head and took a step back.

"No more." Shang Lige's retreat made Wang Jun feel a little relieved. But just as he was about to say, "may I go?" The woman in white, the ghost like woman in white, suddenly jumped forward, the cold light flashed, and then stopped.

Stillness, everything, including life.

Shang Lige took a step back, just preparing for the fastest surprise attack.

Looking at Wang Jun lying on the ground with blood spurting in her throat, Shang Lige said faintly: "five years ago, the night owl said nothing, but she died five years ago. Sorry, now that man calls me Lao Jiu, not owl. So I can't believe what I say. "

Shang Lige pulls out another stab, stabs Wang Jun and Li Gang in the heart, and then opens the car door.

There is a woman named Shanshan in the car.

"Well, you're a poor woman, too." The raised spear slowly retracts. Shang Lige unties the nylon bag, then turns around and gets on the car she's driving. She directly puts on the reverse gear, and the car roars backward.

The river sobbed, the moonlight was cold, and everything around was so peaceful.

Ten minutes later, a woman screamed in horror from a place 800 meters to the east of Xiaoqinghe River

At 8:12 p.m. on August 20, Shang Lige came in from the back window on the second floor of villa No. 15 in sunshine Lingxiu city.

Under the back wall lay the bodies of five bodyguards with their throats cut by knives and a triangular wound on their chest.

As the former king of killers, harvesting the lives of five bodyguards in silence is not too difficult for Shang Lige. The difficulty is that every time she kills people, she is not used to using military stabs, which is a special way to kill people. But she had to use it, which made her unhappy sometimes.

But there must be someone more unhappy than her, the dead whose throat was cut off by a sharp blade and whose chest was stabbed again.

Shang Lige went out of the room and slowly went to the stairs to look down.

In the empty hall, with bright lights and thick sky blue curtains hanging on the doors and windows, an old woman in her fifties came out of the dining room, wiping her hands.

Shang Lige slowly raised his knife back. It was three inches wide and seven minutes long.

As long as the old woman looked up to this side, she would not hesitate to throw the knife into her throat!

Shang Lige's best record of using a flying knife is that he stabbed a fly on a light bulb 19 meters away from her, but the light bulb was safe.

If a person's eyes don't work well, sometimes they can also play a role in saving lives.

The old woman didn't see Shang Lige on the second floor at all. She just put the towel on her shoulder and sighed with a shake of her head. Then she went into the room on the left. The sound of the door lock came to Shang Lige's ears and she took back her knife.