Chapter 642: you are welcome!

Three in the morning.
Yanjing’s night is even cooler.
Cool and biting, the wind is like a knife.
He Zhuguo has been in the streets for more than two hours, and the blood in his chest has stopped. But his hand was also cold and stiff by the cold wind.
Originally, according to his forced physique, even in the cold winter, it is difficult to be so uncomfortable. His physical ability, which can drain a lot of blood, has dropped sharply, even though the night of the August tail is still too much to eat. It seems as if the blood has also solidified. Breathing is heavy.
Hey.
He Zhuguo had a fierce rush, and finally, when his physical exhaustion was exhausted, he arrived at the front of the business for the fourth time.
The porter is not majestic, it is the door of ordinary people. He only needs one foot to open the door. Similarly, he can also spend the last glimmer of effort, jumping out of the two-meter-high courtyard wall.
From the action, it is not difficult for He Zhuguo to enter the business. But psychologically, this is the fourth time he has come to the door of the business. But still outside the door, do not dare to set foot.
Into?
Can save him a small life, but it will expose the identity of Shangjingtian.
Not going?
He must live tonight.
He can understand it, Xiao Zheng is really a madman. It is obvious that he can kill him under the knife earlier, but Xiao Zheng always keeps him a sigh of relief, forcing him to run and forcing him to escape. For that, he wants him to rely on the back of the back. Lead to the real behind the scenes.
How about finding it?
Is it difficult for him to have the courage to break into the business?
Shaking his head hard, his gods gradually become confused. He Zhuguo has no spirit to think about topics that are not related to him. At this moment, the only thing he needs to consider is not to enter. After entering, how to explain. Do not enter, can you live?
at last. After He Zhuguo realized that he really had no strength to continue running, and could not hide Xiao’s trail, he resolutely chose to push the door open.
He knows that at this moment, the only thing in the world that can save him is the Shangjingtian. There is no semicolon.
Even when he wanted to rush into the police station before an hour, the infinite immortality behind him was also warning him, the police, could not go. The police station can't keep you.
Crouching.
He Zhuguo finally pushed the door open and took the pair of legs that were filled with lead. Suck a bitter bitter sputum and walk towards the merchant.
"game over."
Suddenly.
When He Zhuguo stepped into the door of the business, a black figure suddenly appeared in front of the empty door. And a blade.
He Zhuguo’s heart suddenly twitched, and he wanted to move forward. He wanted to rush to the side of Shangjingtian. Let this majestic Yanjing’s grandfather protect him and save him.
But he has no chance.
Xiao Zheng said, the game is over. This cat-and-mouse game is now over.
Before Xiao is in the middle of an hour, there is enough opportunity for He Zhuguo to cross the street. The reason why he did not do this is not because he is kind and soft, but to find out who is behind He Zhuguo.
who is it?
Just as the four eyes were assassinated, he also considered countless behind-the-scenes hands. This time, he did not easily make a statement, and He Zhuguo gave him an accurate and error-free answer.
Today, the answer appears.
He Zhuguo also has no reason to continue to live.
Violence is the way to solve problems. Killing is the purpose.
The arrogance of Xiao Zheng’s body has not been able to continue. He has been jealous for too long and has endured for too long. Tonight, he doesn't want to endure anymore.
Tonight, he wants a blood knife!
Fight!
The blade flashed, He Zhuguo only felt the light in front of him, and then, the throat was filled with ice like cold, bursting into the throat and spreading to the heart.
Hey.
Hey.
He Zhuguo heard a clear spurt. The chin even came with a warm and sticky feeling. His pupils shrank violently, without guessing, and he also knew what Xiao Zheng had done to himself.
After a few seconds, He Zhuguo, who couldn’t breathe, smashed the throat that was constantly bleeding, and bent down one inch at a time until half of his body was on the wall.
Hey.
Xiao Zheng stepped into the door of the business and passed by He Zhuguo. Before He Zhuguo closed his eyes, he walked through the garden and walked into the main building of the merchant. The first floor of the brightly lit villa.
"Well…"
He Zhuguo finally swallowed his last breath, and the whole body fell into a pool of blood, and he closed his eyes in desperation and unwillingness. Terrible.
......
The business is really not big. Of course, the villa that Lu Dashan lives in is just a very ordinary villa. But the difference is that Lu Dashan is hiding his identity and deceiving his daughter who is a little lacking. But what about business days?
As the most famous man in China, why did he live in such a small villa?
Is it the same as his ranking of the second year of the second year, he does not love the limelight, the integration of the golden mean, the use of the ultimate?
Xiao Zheng did not have the mood to ponder these unnecessary problems. He just slowly put away the blade and stood around the center of the living room. After identifying no one, he took the step to the second floor.
In the middle of the night, Xiaozheng broke into the private land of Shangjingtian. Xiaozheng is definitely the first person in history. Even Yanjing’s reputable big man, I am afraid I can’t do such abrupt and radical things.
But Xiao Zheng did it.
And he calmly walked up the second floor and walked to the only study room with lights and sound.
When he came to the door, Xiao Zheng raised his hand and his face was indifferent and knocked on the door.
In the room, there was also a tacit understanding of the words when he knocked on the first time.
"Please come in."
Crouching.
Xiao Zheng twisted the door and walked into the study with ease.
The room was brightly lit, and behind the table was a middle-aged man who had never met before, but only had a glance to guess his identity. He and Lu Dashan Lin are different in day and white, he is very easy-going, very calm, and even can not find a shelf high. This point, even the most amiable white innocence, did not completely dissipate.
Xiao Zheng stood at the table, staring indifferently at the Shangjingtian sitting in the chair. like a statue.
On the other hand, after the Shangjingtian, after looking up at Xiaozheng, who was chilly and bitter, he did not shout at the assassin, or he took a case and asked him why he came here in the middle of the night.
There was a euphemistic smile on his face and he said, "Tea, or coffee?"
A person who wants to kill you, when you catch his handle and come to the door to ask for sin, he can still ask you whether you want to drink tea or coffee. Even if Xiao Zheng did not understand Shangjingtian, he could conclude that this person is extremely urban.
Of course, this time, Xiao Zheng has a more important purpose.
Hey!
Han Mang is now, Xiao Zheng pulled out the blade and stepped forward to Shangjingtian: "You are welcome. I will kill you."