Chapter 1403

At noon, Zhang Ye stayed in the yuan family's Little Red Mansion for a meal and had a good talk with each other. Even the old man drank a little red wine with the consent of Du Xiangjun and Zhang Ye, which was a little help to understand the alcohol addiction.

The yuan family was very friendly and grateful to Zhang Ye. They promised that as long as Zhang Ye was in trouble, they would help him.

But Zhang Ye just a faint smile, did not mention their own things, just a polite response.

Coming out of the yuan family's Little Red Mansion, Zhang Ye walks alone in the street, thinking about how to deal with Zhonghe group.

For his friends, he would like to help, do his best, without the slightest reservation, but for the enemy, he never left a face, slash, do not give each other any chance.

Since Wei Zhonghe chose to be his own enemy, don't blame him for his ruthlessness.

Zhonghe group started in the real estate industry, and now it is still the foundation and main source of profit of the whole Zhonghe group, so starting from here is the best choice. Zhonghe group, which can be directly and fundamentally destroyed, even if it can't, should give Wei Zhonghe an absolute deterrent, so that he no longer dare to have a little delusion of himself.

And he did not believe that Wei Zhonghe alone would have the strength to deal with his own Longteng group. There must be someone behind it.

Zhang Ye is now too lazy to investigate. As long as Wei Zhonghe is deterred, those conspirators behind him will surely come to the surface.

Whoosh!

Just as Zhang Ye was walking and thinking, his whole body suddenly burst with instinctive sweat. There was a shrill sound of air friction in his ear, and the overwhelming murderous air came to him.

He instinctively flashed to the side, a heat flow almost rubbed his face, hit the ground, rebounded again, and fell into a nearby tree.

Bullets!

Zhang Ye understood in an instant, and his body shook again. He had already hid in the tree beside him. The explosion of divine sense was imminent, and everything within a radius of several kilometers was under his control.

Bang!

Another bullet came, but it directly penetrated the tree behind him and hit Zhang Ye's back.

Zhang Ye snorted, and his face became ugly.

This bullet has strong penetrating power. It must be a hot weapon like sniper gun.

Damn it!

Who can't bear to kill me?

Zhang Ye's eyes are slightly confused. The divine consciousness just scattered has been locked to the sniper 800 meters away from him. At this time, he is on the top of a residential building and is preparing to strike him for the third time.

Death!

The fierce color in his eyes flashed, the figure had disappeared in the same place, but in an instant, he had come behind the sniper.

Huh?

The sniper was a little surprised for a moment. He found that Zhang Ye in the camera disappeared, and a slight sneer rose from the corner of his mouth, muttering in English:

"do you want to avoid my assassination? It's ridiculous. "

"Really, I'd like to know who gave you so much courage to assassinate me." Zhang Ye's voice sounded coldly behind him.

What!

Sniper suddenly turned his head, the original frame on the ground sniper gun was also instantly picked up by him, muzzle aimed at Zhang Ye.

However, seeing Zhang Ye, the sniper couldn't believe his eyes.

A few seconds ago, he should still be behind a tree 800 meters away. How can he suddenly appear behind him now? It's impossible. God, am I blinded?

In the heart of the killer, Zhang Ye also looked at the killer.

He is a standard westerner, with blonde hair and blue eyes. He is a big man. At first glance, he was born in the army. He holds the gun accurately. Just now, he turns around neatly without any drag.

"Come on, who asked you to assassinate me." Zhang Ye said with a smile.

"Falk, you want to die." Although the Western killer was shocked, he didn't forget his job. Now that the target was in front of him, he immediately pulled the trigger.

Poof!

Under the blessing of the muffler, the sniper gun hardly made any sound, but the high-speed bullet had already shot out of the muzzle, straight to Zhang Ye's eyebrow.

The Western killer laughs at the moment of shooting, because he believes that the other party will surely die, and no one can react in this situation.

In less than a second, however, his smile froze on his face, and his eyes twinkled with horror and disbelief, as if he had seen a ghost.

In front of him, Zhang Ye was still standing with a smile. Half a foot away from his forehead, his right fingers were holding the sniper warhead steadily, just like the action of fire cloud evil god in the movie Kung Fu.

Bata!

When the bullet landed, Zhang Ye's mocking voice came from the killer's ear.

"Bullets may be a frightening threat to ordinary people, but for real masters, they are no different from firesticks. Unfortunately, I'm just such a master. You are very unlucky to receive such a task. "Zhang Ye smiles lightly, squats down and looks at the Western killer with great interest. The muzzle of the black hole is pointing at him, but it doesn't bring him any threat.

"I'm curious, how much do you charge, or how much is my head worth?"

"You, you devil."

Western killers are scared out of their wits. After all, the things in front of them are so terrible. When he grew up, he encountered countless things and killed countless people, but no one ever brought him such a terrible feeling.

Subconsciously, he is about to turn over and run away from the devil. It's better not to see each other all his life. As for the reward for killing people, go to hell.

However The next second, Western killers find that they can't even move. They can't even lift a little thumb.

"You, what have you done to me, you devil, let me go."

He roared in horror in English, the cold sweat on his forehead came out without money, and his eyes were full of uneasiness.

"I didn't do anything to you. I just wanted to ask you something, so I just left you for the time being. In addition, I'm not a devil. Don't use that ugly rubbish as a metaphor for me. I'm an Oriental Gas refiner. You should have heard of it. "

Zhang Ye looked at the Western killer with a smile. He saw a trace of understanding in his frightened eyes and knew that he understood his meaning. Then he continued:

"tell me, how much is your reward for this mission? I'm interested to know. "

"A million, mikin." The Western assassin replied in horror. He even regretted that the other party was so terrible. Even if he was given 10 million, 100 million would not come.

"Shit, only a million? Is Lao Tzu's head so worthless? "

Zhang Ye rolled his eyes and was angry at the low price of his head:

"next, who hired you? Don't lie to me. You won't like the consequences."