MTL - The Road to Slaying God-Chapter 459 Gun God!

Soon, both ships slowed down and docked together for communication. Fishing boats leaning against ocean-going freighters were like babies lying in their mother's arms. At this time, many people found that the ocean-going freighter was huge.

"Who is Zhang?" An American with a dark-faced face, about 40 years old, who was as strong as an orangutan, climbed up the freighter, and his eyes did not look up to meet Su Dafeng.

"I am." Zhang Yang stood out, faintly.

"You are Zhang?" The American glanced at Zhang Yang's body, and he suddenly showed a disappointed expression.

"Huh?" Zhang Yang was puzzled by the orangutan-like expression.

"It doesn't look like it ..." The American looked around Zhang Yang and shook his head constantly, shaking everyone inexplicably, not understanding what he meant.

"Are you Zhang?"

Amazingly, the American hurriedly walked in front of Ruan Wenwu, looked at Ruan Wenwu's explosive muscles, and his eyes were shining, as if he had found a rare animal scientist.

"No, no ..." Ruan Wenwu shook his hands again and again, pointing back at Zhang Yang: "It's him, he is Zhang Yang Zhang."

"Oh……"

...

"When there will be a boat to greet you, Mr. Zhang and Mr. Zhang's men can come with me."

The American looked disappointed and checked the freighter again. After confirming the number, he made a phone call and climbed off the boat and returned to his own fishing boat.

Just less than an hour, eight fishing boats appeared on the horizon.

Seeing a fishing boat appear, the ship suddenly remembered the cheering of the sky.

The voyage of more than half a month finally reached its purpose. Immediately, they were about to enter a world of purple, gold, and lush lights, and many people were crying with excitement. At this time, the American ship was always with us. Sail on the side of the freighter.

Su Dafeng already knew the destination of more than 700 people. When the fishing boat approached, he immediately arranged for some people with similar addresses to take the same boat.

With Su Dafeng's methodical arrangement, very quickly, the crowded freighter went clean, the people on the freighter took a deep breath of relief, and slowly accelerated away after sounding the whistle, it seemed like something Nothing happened, except that the captain was no longer on the ship. As for how the sailors explained to the company, this was not something they had to consider.

After boarding the fishing boat, Su Dafeng has lost control of more than 700 people, because the fishing boat has maintained a very long distance, and some simply have different directions. Although Su Dafeng is a little worried, he has no choice but to help.

Zhang Yang, Su Dafeng, Ruan Wenwu and the dozen girls were sitting on the starting boat.

When Zhang Yang got on board, he found that although the ship was small compared to that ocean-going freighter, the space was actually very large. At least, there were dozens of people in the cabin without feeling crowded at all.

At the stern, there was a green carpet with some fitness equipment on it, and they were all heavy equipment. When they got on the boat, the orangutan-like American was holding two giant dumbbells by himself. All kinds of fitness movements, the upper body muscles are constantly contracting, the thick body hair sticks to the skin, like an orangutan wet by the rain ...

At the first glance of this American's constant exercise, Zhang Yang Su Dafeng and Ruan Wenwu have an urge to laugh.

This guy is so much like an orangutan after taking off his shirt.

"You, come here!" The Americans seemed to feel the smile that forced the control of their mouths. Although they did n’t understand why they laughed, guessing was definitely not a good thing. The eyes turned and dropped two giant dumbbells and pointed at Su Dafeng. Then he pointed to the dumbbells on the ground.

It goes without saying that this is to let Su Dafeng lift dumbbells.

"Ah ... this, this ... it's not what I'm good at ..." Su Dafeng's fluent English also stuttered, looking at the two giant dumbbells, the body stepped back involuntarily.

"You!" The glorious Chao Sufeng of the Americans glanced at Ruan Wenwu.

Ruan Wenwu glanced at the two giant dumbbells on the ground and shook his head without making a sound. Amazingly, his body moved like lightning, and a cold light drew an empty silver mang in the air ...

"what……"

With an exclaim, the American body was frozen like a sculpture, and he did not dare to move, because the fruit knife in Ruan Wenwu's hand was already pressed against his neck, and he could feel the uniqueness of the metal. The cold atmosphere, even, he thought that the tip of the fruit knife had pierced his skin, a sense of fear spread in the air, and the eyes of the American were staring like copper bells, and their mouths were widening. A look of astonishment.

The atmosphere on the boat suddenly became tense. Several American fishermen looked at Ruan Wenwu nervously, all with surprised expressions.

"Strength is useless."

Ruan Wenwu slowly retracted the fruit knife, his body took a step back, and his expression was indifferent.

After seeing Ruan Wenwu's action, Zhang Yang smiled inexplicably. He thought of Aze's knife. Ruan Wenwu and Aze had amazing similarities. Both of them liked to use a knife, and they both kept quiet, and they both admired the force.

Of course, Ruan Wenwu and Aze are still far inferior. Aze's knife is faster and his heart is more severe. Moreover, Aze's wisdom is obviously much higher than Ruan Wenwu. At least, Aze will not easily believe the captain. Will kill Ruan Chishan ...

...

"Martial arts, martial arts!"

After a long silence, the American wiped a sweat, but this sweat is fundamentally different from the sweat that he began to exercise, which was a scary cold sweat.

The next voyage was surprisingly quiet, and the American didn't seem to have the energy to exercise anymore, just whispered to the phone.

At two o'clock in the morning, the fishing boat docked on a secluded coastline and then inflated three kayaks to land.

Except for the American who started exercising, the people on the fishing boat left by boat.

Crossing the beach and through the woods, everyone came to a road that seemed very narrow. There were almost no cars driving on the road, which was a bit depressingly quiet.

A group of people dared not stand on the highway, lurking in the bushes beside the highway, the moonlight shot into the woods, and the leaves were cut to pieces.

Waiting is suffocating. There are so many mosquitoes in the woods. Until half an hour, a sound of vehicle driving was heard in the distance, and the American talent exhaled a long breath.

Obviously, the car should be coming.

Sure enough, two Buick business cars parked under a signpost, turning off the lights.

Twenty-one girls, four men, and a total of twenty-five people took two cars. Although there were many people, most Vietnamese women were relatively thin, and they did not seem crowded in the car.

No one talked quietly since getting on the car and driving on the road.

"Address." When the car drove on a highway, the orangutan-like American asked for two words. Obviously, he was asking these people where to send them.

"We want to meet Mr. John." Su Dafeng said.

"No, our chairman only saw Mr. Zhang." The gorilla's head didn't reply.

"We are in a hurry to find Mr. John ..."

"No!" The gorilla's tone was firm and there was no room for manoeuvre.

"..." Su Dafeng, who was tightly crowded with Zhang Yang, quickly winked at Zhang Yang.

"I think, dear sir, you should call your chairman, because we have a very important thing to report to him now, which is very important for the future development of your company." Zhang Yang said.

"This ..." Obviously, Zhang Yang's identity was still a bit heavy, and the gorilla was hesitant.

"Call it. This call will more than double your monthly salary."

"That's okay ... you say it yourself." The gorillas heard their salary doubled, and finally got their heart. Obviously, but it's clear that their boss is someone who doesn't like to be disturbed by others. Otherwise, absolutely Don't hesitate for a call.

"Who told you to call?" The call was answered, and before it was handed to Zhang Yang, a thick male voice was roaring.

"Hello John, I'm Zhang Yang, your friend."

"Ah ... haha ​​... friend, yes, it's a friend! Is it smooth?" The old man in the voice first snorted and laughed immediately.

"Thank you, very smoothly. We have already landed, but I have a few friends who really want to see you."

"No, you can just come." John gave no face at all.

"Oh, I think John misunderstood. They have brought you a huge business. Do you want to open a smuggling route? Do you want to monopolize the smuggling business in Asian countries? Do you want someone to provide you with a steady stream of smuggling? A guest ...? "

"..."

There was a sudden silence and a long silence on the phone. Obviously, Zhang Yang's words touched the old man on the phone.

But at this time, Su Dafeng was secretly shocked. He had never said to Zhang Yang that he wanted to cooperate with the elderly to sneak away. Unexpectedly, Zhang Yang knew his plan well.

Su Dafeng suddenly discovered that he underestimated this quiet young man.

However, Su Dafeng had a feeling that sitting with this quiet young man had a very safe feeling.

Why did this happen?

Why do I trust a stranger?

Obviously, Su Dafeng could not find the answer he needed ...

"come on!"

After a long silence, the old man's vigorous voice rang out from the phone.

...

The car has been running for more than three hours. It is already dawn. Two commercial cars were driven into the yard of a villa. Of course, the villa is more suitable for a villa. After entering the fence, it is almost endless On the lawn, there is a delicate house on the side of the lawn, which looks small. It was only felt when the car drove to the door of the house. The house is actually very large, with a building area of ​​at least 800 square meters and three floors. The building is European-style, not only luxurious, but also simple.

When the crowd got out of the car, they saw a white old man in a white dress standing at the door of the villa. The old man was very spirited and very strong. His hair and beard were gray, but it gave people a refreshing feeling.

The old man frowned when he saw a group of women. Obviously, he did not agree to let them come because he did not want a large group of stowaways to appear in his villa.

"Hello, dear Mr. John, I'm Zhang Yang. Your friend asked me to say hello to you on his behalf." Zhang Yang politely walked to the old man with a respectful expression on his face.

Somehow, Su Dafeng and Ruan Wenwu, including the girls, have an illusion.

Zhang Yang suddenly changed, from a very quiet and ordinary person to an ordinary person, raising his hands and giving his feet gives an elegant aristocratic atmosphere, and even with a seductive atmosphere.

"Yes, it's really good, these hands are guns!" The old man didn't let go of holding Zhang Yang's hand, his head murmured, a look of surprise.

Zhang Yang smiled silently, while Su Dafeng and Ruan Wenwu looked at each other in surprise, they never thought that Zhang Yang would be a gunman.

Undoubtedly, from the words of the old man and his unwilling expression, Zhang Yang has proved that Zhang Yang is a gunman and a very powerful gunman. Otherwise, as an old man, he should not be praised as such.

Of course, they do n’t know. The old man is just guessing. The so-called strong generals have no weak soldiers. The old friend ’s apprentice is just as powerful. In John ’s eyes, Zhang Yang believes that a third-rate killer is already very powerful. After all, he is a failure. Killer.

...

In Su Dafeng's doubts, a group of women were taken to the conference room to rest, and several men followed the old man to a small reception room.

In the reception room, Su Dafeng went straight in, and quickly conquered the elderly with his own ideas, and the two reached a cooperation agreement.

In fact, Su Dafeng relied on very simple. He could find the source of smuggling in mainland China, while Ruan Wenwu could find a steady stream of women in Vietnam. The old man only needed to provide people in the United States. This is a breeze.

Of course, the conclusion of this agreement has something to do with the old man's peeping into the smuggling business. In fact, the appearance of Su Dafeng is equivalent to someone giving a pillow when the old man wants to sleep.

From the beginning to the end, Zhang Yang remained silent. He did not participate in the negotiations between Su Dafeng and John. In fact, Zhang Yang did not need to participate. I have to say that Su Dafeng is a talent. He already has a comprehensive plan, including the formulation of routes, shares. He has a perfect plan and staffing arrangements, but from the distribution of manpower in the plan, we can see that Su Dafeng's manpower is a bit stretched ...

"Okay, guys, the business is successful. I will talk about some details later. Now, I will take you to a place that young people like."

The old man stood up and walked out with a big hand.

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, but there is a smile on the corner of your mouth. It seems that the old man who failed to kill as a killer is still in his arms ...

Sure enough, as Zhang Yang expected, the old man took them to the basement, which was actually a shooting range, and various weapons hanging on the wall were amazing.

All kinds of assault rifles, rifles, sniper rifles, pistols, and even heavy weapons such as individual rocket launchers ...

Even Zhang Yang has a stunned feeling. The weapons here are too rich. This one is not a weapon collection hobby. This is almost an arsenal.

Yes, it is an arsenal!

Box by box of bullets and rows of guns are only appropriate in the term "arsenal".

"Everyone can choose whatever weapon they like, there is a target over there." The old man removed a silvery yellow pistol from the weapon rack.

"Da Da Da Da ..."

The old man's voice had just fallen, and a light machine gun in Su Dafeng's hand had fired at the shooting range. Dense bullets poured onto the target like a storm, and the target was shattered.

Fortunately, this basement seems to use special sound-absorbing building materials. Although the sound of the shooting is very loud, it is not enough to deafen the ears, of course, it is also uncomfortable.

However, everyone does not seem to have the habit of wearing a headset. People who really like shooting like to hear the sound of bullets firing out. From that dense sound, they can vent hormones and let the body organs get the greatest pleasure ...

"You guys are good. The recoil of this machine gun is very great. You can actually control the bullet shooting in a range, which is very good ..."

"That ... hehe ..." Su Dafeng rubbed his body and sneered, and just now he ate a secret loss, and the huge recoil made him feel that his body had a scatter of bones.

"Zhang Yang, let's play, how about shooting a fixed target first?"

"please!"

Zhang Yang smiled slightly, stroking some weapons on the palm of his hand, his depressed mind and soul were about to move. Obviously, the huge number and variety of firearms and ammunitions made his memory thinking active. Of course, this kind of activity is completely under the control of Zhang Yang. Regardless of martial arts or firearm skills, Zhang Yang can control it freely, but those things with surnames cannot be completely controlled.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

...

Six bullets were fired in succession. The electronic display next to them showed that four bullets hit the nine rings and two that hit the eight rings.

Although the results are average, I have to say that in this continuous shooting situation, and just pick up a gun to achieve such results, this is already very good.

"Facky squid, no red hearts!" The old man screamed disappointedly and lowered his gun to signal the shot.

Instead of holding the gun again, Zhang Yang touched the old man's gun in his hand and touched his eyes lightly.

"Good gun!" Zhang Yang sighed.

"Do you know?" The old man smiled.

"The American Colt Python revolver, this gun is one of the commemorative guns produced in 1986 to celebrate the 150th anniversary of the establishment of Colt. There are only a limited number of 1,000 guns. It is characterized by the extension of the cartridge shaft sleeve under the barrel. At the muzzle, the center of gravity was moved forward to overcome the uplift. "Zhang Yang carefully shot the bullets one by one, muttering.

"Well, it is worthy of his apprentice." The old man laughed and laughed: "If you like, this gun can be given to you."

"Dear Mr. John, thank you for your kindness, this gun is more suitable for your collection here, not for killing." Zhang Yang smiled, he is very clear about the management of firearms in the United States, such limited edition guns have evidence It can be checked that most people will not use this gun to kill people.

"Oh, that's true." The old man nodded.

At this time, Su Dafeng and Ruan Wenwu, who had been watching Zhang Yang, couldn't help but be shocked. They could not think that Zhang Yang, a weak scholar, actually knew the guns so well, but they almost raised the same idea: Maybe, Zhang Yang happened to support the left The pistol is very well understood and maybe ...

At this time, Zhang Yang had already raised his pistol. As he slowly raised his gun, the underground shooting range became extremely depressed. Each pair of eyes stared at the stable hands, holding their breath and waiting. Zhang Yang shooting.

(To be continued)