Chapter 255

Open the front passenger's door and sit in. Seeing Song Yi, she is stunned. The visitor still nods politely and sits on the front passenger's seat.

Yin Ziyu smiles and reaches out his hand to the other side: "although it's a bit out of date now, you are welcome to join the razor blade team. Mr. Zhong Wei. "

It was Zhong Wei who came. Seeing Yin Ziyu's outstretched hand, Zhong Wei felt as if he had seen the highest honor he could have after countless years. He looked excited and trembled. Holding one hand on Yin Ziyu's hand, he wanted to get up and kneel down.

Yin Ziyu gave him a hand and said calmly, "at this time, you don't need those empty gifts. I've checked you. You're still famous. You should have been the "flower bee" of that year

Zhong Wei immediately nodded, a little excited. Unexpectedly, the legendary mercenary knew his name.

Yin Ziyu smiles and feels like he has found a treasure. This guy was very famous in the mercenary world at that time. He was not only proficient in fighting, but also had a good hand. He could use a lot of common things to make all kinds of fancy weapons with great lethality. That's why he got his nickname. He was an expert invited by many mercenary regiments at the beginning.

It's a pity that this guy became famous so quickly that he became arrogant. He was mixed up with a group of people who had been smeared with honey but had ulterior motives. In the North African battlefield, he was shot, killed and injured dozens of people in one breath. As a result, he offended many big forces and was scared to death by being chased. Later, he left the mercenary world and disappeared.

I didn't expect to be a coach in a humble boxing hall in South China.

Yin Ziyu took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He took out another one and handed it to him: "smoke."

In fact, Zhong Wei doesn't smoke, but he takes the cigarette with trembling hands and thrusts it into his mouth excitedly.

Yin Ziyu lights a lighter for him. Zhong Wei sucks hard. The smoke is full of smoke. Although his eyes are full of tears, he seems to have got Yin Ziyu's promise. He stops worrying and is satisfied with his back. His face is full of happiness.

"King, I finally know that you are not from h, but from Chinese. I'm really very kind!" Zhong Wei said with a quick smile to Yin Ziyu in German.

"Shit! Lao Tzu is the purest Chinese in the world. It's none of my business that people think I'm one of them. " Yin Ziyu rolled his eyes and replied in German.

The two of them mutter to each other, but Song Yi gradually pulls down her face. This son of a bitch, there should be another German in the dish washing partner, right?

"King, I always pay attention to the mercenary world. I heard that you have completely quit, but the blades who followed you have formed a" monster alliance "by themselves and have been shouting to let you go back to lead them." Since Zhong Wei has become a blade, he naturally has to ask about his own belonging.

"Well, I'll talk about it later. There are people in the car and I need your help." Yin Ziyu casually opened the door and got out of the car.

Zhong Wei hurried out with him. They murmured at the gate of the community for a long time and went into the community together.

After a while, Yin Ziyu came out by himself, got into the car and quickly drove to the original road. This time, the direction is really the western suburbs.

However, the delicate Song Yi found that there was something on Yin Ziyu's body, a black pin, which was pinned on the collar of Yin Ziyu. Of course, he didn't see a small thing in the ear hole of Yin Ziyu.

While galloping, Yin Ziyu called fan Qiang: "fan Qiang, where are you?" OK, go to the intersection in the western suburbs and wait for us. "

In about ten minutes, the two sides will meet. Yin Ziyu pulls Song Yi out of the car and asks fan Qiang and others to give up their bulletproof car and take Song Yi to drive it again.

After a while, there was a loud motor noise from the back of the motorcade. A small figure was riding on a modified motorcycle. The motorcycle was very big, with seven or eight convex structures, which felt like transformers.

The motorcycle and the bulletproof car soon ran side by side, and both of them had excellent driving skills. On the rugged mountain road, they felt like butterflies dancing.

Fan Qiang's vigilant voice came: "attention, there's a strange motorcycle. Hurry to be on guard."

"It's all right, it's my own man!" Yin Ziyu said to the walkie talkie. Yin Ziyu lit a cigarette and began to sing in his nose. Song Yi, who was sitting in the back seat, had a sudden feeling that she was calm before the storm. It was like seeing the lone heroes in the Hong Kong drama gunfight movies, who killed all the bandits by talking and laughing.

However, in fact, some directors only occasionally saw the backs of the super characters on the mercenary battlefield, and only after being strongly stimulated did they create those extraordinary screen images. Compared with the actual battlefield mercenaries, those in the movie are the small dishes.The motorcycle followed Yin Ziyu for a period of time. As he approached the western suburbs, Zhong Wei raised his arm, waved it, turned off the headlight and turned to the dark mountain forest. He could only be seen as a leopard returning to the mountain forest, walking on the ground in the jungle.

"If you smoke a cigarette, you can trust your life?" Song Yi asked at the back. She often goes to Weizhen martial arts school. Naturally, she knows Zhongwei, and she doesn't believe that this normally submissive person has any ability.

"Wait and see." Yin Ziyu threw away his cigarette end and stepped on the accelerator. The bulletproof car roared and rushed to the western suburbs.

The western suburb is a special location in the south city. From the western suburb to the west, there are rolling mountains. Except for a winding road between the mountains, the roads and subways in Liancheng City deliberately bypass here.

From the road to the western suburbs, along the mountain road, after seven or eight twists and turns of Panshan Road, you will see the tall buildings on a hill which has been flattened. The vast parking lot, tall and straight in the height of the brightly lit Pavilion, the roof towering, from the foot of the mountain, really a bit of Castle in the air feeling, visual shock, very powerful.

This evening, the Longyuan building in the western suburb was completely wrapped up and all the guests were declined. There is a table of eight immortals on the flat ground in front of the building. Luo and his wife are sitting in the north of the table. Behind them, Forrest Gump and Xiao Qin are watching the light of the mountain.

Forrest Gump answered the phone, hung up and said to Luo calmly: "I have found out that song Zongzhi and his wife have already left China by plane. It seems that their foothold is in Europe."

Xiaoqin's eyes flashed and hummed: "it's a coincidence that she suddenly left China at this time? Young master, do you still believe that Song Yi will not attack us? "