Chapter 113: Mountain ghost

Chapter 113
More than 9 years ago, when Yao Zu was in Columbia University and dialed Wen Jing's phone for a continuous day, the same busy tone came from the opposite side. He was nervous like an ant on a hot pot.
Obviously everything should have been arranged properly. He wanted to kill the old man 3 months ago without returning home, and he accepted the abolition of the nobles of the Belle Village no marriage with untouchables, and took care of Wen Jing's impending grandchildren.
Yaozu thinks this is a perfect deal. After all, Zhen Ting is his son. Even if Wen Jing is a pariah, he is their grandson after all. The most important thing is that on the 18th birthday, the old man had told him the secret sale of Baylor Village, an unknown sea of ​​poppies, and the poppy cultivated by the best flower species passed down during the Qing Dynasty. The natural environment of Shangbaile Village is the world's highest level of raw materials for drugs.
The goods in Belle Village are directly supplied to the Silver Triangle every year, and the returns are hundreds of millions of yuan. This is the most profitable and darkest sale in Baylor Village. Knowing that the mysterious realm exists, the village does not exceed a hundred people, all of whom are nobles.
When the heir of the village chief reaches 18 years of age, he can learn the secret, and when he succeeds the village chief, he obtains the only key to the mystery, and grasps the lifeblood of the village of Belle.
The village chief always cruelly sent the terminally ill people from the pariah into the secret place, helping to take care of the sea of ​​flowers and refine the opium until he died in it.
When he heard the news, Yaozu was shocked to heaven, but for the sake of his wife and children, he accepted the original sin of the family and promised to continue to take care of the sea of ​​flowers. After returning from his studies, he worked hard to find another way out in Belle Village. It is recognized by wife and child.
But recently, he suddenly broke the contact with Wen Jing, apparently at this moment is approaching the due date, but Wen Jing did not even call.
When Yaozu was anxious to call his family, his father called first.
"Yaozu, you have to calmly listen to what I have to say next ... Wen Jing died of dystocia, and the child ... has not been saved."
Yaozu couldn't believe his ears at all. The whole person collapsed in an instant. The feeling was deep. Fortunately, Shen Ming also has the object of revenge, but Yaozu can do nothing but blame himself.
He flew home and rushed to the spirit hall erected in Belle village. Zhen Ting was still benevolent. Although Wen Jing did not enter the Prince's house, Zhen Ting recognized the daughter-in-law and set up Lingtang in the Prince's Mansion.
Yaozu couldn't afford to kneel on the Lingtang, and the day when he went out was even more frantic, blaming his father for not taking care of his wife and children. Just after the first seven days, Yaozu ran back to the United States, and broke up with the family. After a year of trouble, the pain was not healed, and he even made an oath to take the old man's life. Military troops learn to kill.
"You are really your dad's good son. Your wife and child are going to be angry with your father when you die, and you are not dead? If I were your dad, I would have liked to paint you on the wall and never let you be born." After listening to all the stories of Yao Zu, Shen Ming was not sympathetic, and some were just disgusted.
The so-called son is not disliked by the father, and the dog is not disliked by the family. The father and the son should have been detached from the world's righteous feelings, and those who are righteous and destroy their relatives should still accept moral and ethical judgment in the background.
"You don't understand anything at all, I'm not angry, but the old man planned from the beginning to make my wife and children disappear!" Yaozu gritted his teeth and said, "Originally, the old man asked Wen Jinglingtang to be located in the Prince's Mansion. I am grateful. Yes, but it is strange that since we recognized Wenjing, why didn't leave her name on the genealogy, but buried the body in our family's ancestral tomb.
The old man was most feudal, and it was more uncomfortable to bury a foreigner in our ancestral grave than to kill him.
Just the day before the first seven, I dug in the rain to dig up Wen Jing's coffin ... it was empty! "
Shen Ming shuddered at this time, but it was by no means an emotional story. Just outside 30, a group of people were laughing and playing ducks in exchange for prizes in front of a game booth with a slingshot and ducks. One of them, a man in a black trench coat, stood still without a bow, and the little brother in the back was urging him, and the voice coincided with the voice in Shen Ming's headphones.
found it!
Shen Ming's action of lifting the bow is the same as Yaozu turned and pulled the bow. Yaozu, who is also equipped with modern military slingshots, is full of bowstrings. Maybe his hand strength is only enough to support him to stretch 10 rubber bands, and his lethality can only cover 30 meters, but for the two, the difference in space, weapons, strength, and response of 30 meters space is almost gone.
Shen Ming and Yaozu released their bowstrings at the same time. Two steel of the same size flew in opposition. They smashed together in mid-air, sending out a loud sound like a thunder, "pop!" The flare of the fire changed two steel in flight, interrupted the square pillars of the stand next to it, and broke a huge vase on the stand.
Sudden change of life scared the people around, howled and helpless, they were not trained in asylum, and no buildings in the village were hit by planes, and their awareness of anti-terrorism security was weak.
"Get down!" Shen Ming's thick voice sounded through the clouds, giving the best command of a group of helpless passersby.
The passers-by instinctively lay on the ground, leaving the street with two snipers holding slingshots.
The slingshot's killing method is far more variable than that of a sniper rifle. However, changing the output method can form a completely different firing effect. Fast seconds. Perhaps such a steel ball is not enough to penetrate the deep body, but it is also enough to interrupt his bones and fall into soft tissue.
Shen Ming doesn't like jumping around. He often closes his hands and pulls full strings. The efficiency is one second per shot, making the steel ball shot like Barrett's armor-piercing warhead, and using the yuezu's wooden stand as a bunker to make a fist The size of the hole is scary just looking at the splattered wood chips.
As for Yao Zu's continuous shots, Shen Ming avoided most of them with priority ballistics. Some of them that could not be avoided were hard-wired with hard-bodied muscles. It was not too difficult.
The two shot for half a minute, Yaozu's disadvantages were exposed, he pulled too many bows per unit time, his muscles were too hard to maintain the highest level, and the lethality and rate of fire of the steel had dropped severely.
Although Shen Ming hit no less than 4 rounds of steel balls, the hit location was bruised and swollen, and blood was squeezed from the pores, but it basically did not affect his ability to pull the bow.
"Yaozu, you're done." Shen Ming kept full of strings and walked forward with a lame attitude. His right leg was the heaviest in the calf and he couldn't walk freely.
The mountain ghost was so tired that his fingers were twitching, and he was resting on the ground with his back against a wooden signboard light box.
"Well! I lost for the first time in my life with a slingshot ... what are you monsters? Are you not a sniper? Why do you even know the hard Qigong of melee ?!" Yaozu was so convinced that he lost it.
When he was confident that he could penetrate the steel of the thin iron plate and hit the deep, what he saw was only a partial bruise, and his heart was suddenly blocked. This guy doesn't have a dead point at all, it's the evil spirit born for the killing.
"I promised the village chief to try your best to save your life, but only as far as possible," Shen Ming commanded coldly. "Drop the weapon, hold your head with both hands, and surrender."
"You won, but you can't change anything." Yaozu's slingshot was thrown onto the street beside him.
According to Shen Ming's instructions, Yaozu came out of the wooden signboard with his hands in his head. Yaozu with 178 heads looked handsome. If it were not for the solid muscles he had built up to carry weights, he would have thought he was a neighbor's Shulang .
It's probably the same age, probably the relationship between snipers, and Shen Ming still has a touch of sympathy to the man.
"I don't need to change anything. I'm just a bodyguard, not a savior. The contract stipulates that I only need to keep the employer alive. Your life or death has nothing to do with me," Shen Ming explained.
"It's a pity that you are better at killing people than you are at protecting them. Being a bodyguard is a waste." Yaozu sighed.
"What do you mean?" Shen Ming felt no sign of Yaozu's compromise, and his expression was too relaxed.
"Your life and death! It's about me! Let's die!" After waiting for a long time, Feng Quan waited for a long time to hold two long needles in his hands and rushed towards Yaozu.
"Don't!" Shen Ming was distracted for a moment, and Yaozu's mouth showed a smug smile, and he pressed a small and exquisite remote control in his hands.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!" Matrix explosions started from the temple fair streets, leading every trash bin in the entire village of Belle to be blown up into the sky. The huge white smoke instantly transformed Belle Village into a silent mountain. + Emperor Haze Edition with visibility less than two meters.
Explosion, smoke, screaming ... What else can make the people so crazy besides Double 11? The people lying on the ground also quickly stood up and fled around in a hurry. All people had only one idea in their hearts and went home. It is ridiculous that more than 80% of them cannot find the direction of their home, and all kinds of confusions happen in every place in this village.
"Well! Let him run away!" Feng Quan came to Shenming in a depressed mood while carrying Yaozu's trench coat.
"No, he didn't even think about escaping ... Take Tiger off the mountain! Go back!" Shen Ming screamed and ran in the direction of Prince's Mansion, but noisy crowds and unfamiliar terrain, dense fog, everything slowed down His angle.
The smoky cage village prepared by Yaozu carried electronic interference dust, and even all communication equipment was paralyzed.
Five minutes later, Yao Zushun, carrying a pistol, dived into the Prince's Mansion. He didn't need to find the place of Zhen Ting, because the habits of life made him use this time in the study room to write tomorrow's worship. Sacrifices.
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