"Are you Mr. Song?" A voice rang close to Song Xinbiao's ear, with a sinister tone, giving the impression that it was some kind of cold-blooded animal - such as a snake, crocodile or something like that.
Captain Song couldn't help but shuddered. He was a little confused as to why the other party came. He said that such masters were rare in Luo'an City. If he came with any malicious intent, it wouldn't make sense.
, I am just a little guy at the captain level, how can I kill a chicken with a big knife?
"Please answer my question." The voice repeated it again, without any fluctuation in its tone.
"Yes, I am Song Xinbiao. May I ask you..." Captain Song tried his best to calm down and answer the other party's questions. After all, he didn't take action immediately, which means that the situation may not be as serious as imagined. Maybe there is still something to talk about.
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"Your gun." The man came out from behind him and handed the Type 92 back, "Don't worry, I was entrusted by someone to assist you, so you don't have to point the gun at me."
"Oh..." Song Xinbiao breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile on his face: "You must be the master that Mr. He mentioned, right? Haha, you are really awesome. I didn't even react before you were there.
Disarmed."
The man smiled and didn't answer.
In his opinion, subduing someone like Song Xinbiao was effortless. There was really nothing to brag about. As for talking about it, it was even more embarrassing!
Song Xinbiao expressed his displeasure, sneered, and quickly changed the subject: "What is your name?"
"Call me Black Blade." The man waved his hand and said, "I don't have much time. Can we get to the point quickly?"
"Okay, okay, please tell me. Mr. He asked you to come to me. What are your instructions?"
"That's it. He Shao paid a sum of money and asked me to take care of a few people. As for the list, he didn't mention it. He just asked me to come to you. He said that you would provide me with a detailed list."
"Oh, that's right." Song Xinbiao nodded thoughtfully, with an evil smile on his face.
Hey, surnamed Chen, aren't you arrogant? I finally found a chance to cure you now, wait for me!!
"Mr. Song?" Hei Ren saw that Captain Song had a strange look on his face and couldn't help but frowned.
"Oh. Yes." Song Xinbiao hurriedly adjusted his mood and said with a smile: "Please wait a moment, I will provide you with the list and their detailed information now."
"Please." Heibian waved his hand, walked to the edge of the room, found a stool and sat down, took out two black short knives from his waist and began to wipe them.
Seeing his focused look, Song Xinbiao couldn't help but swallow. He felt excited and nervous at the same time.
He doesn't see many people like this. But he has done research on them. Generally speaking, many people who are killers have this bird-like appearance. They look like an iceberg and repel people thousands of miles away.
And this Mr. Black Blade is the representative image of the Iceberg Cold Man. Looking at his expression when cleaning the knife, it is as if he is treating a handicraft - this is also one of the characteristics of being a high-level killer. He treats weapons like
Treat them like lovers, because in battle, weapons are their most trustworthy partners.
It can be seen that this Mr. Black Blade should be a real master. Since He Shao came to him, it means that he is definitely trustworthy.
Song Xinbiao nodded, and couldn't help but think of the scene at the Holiday Plaza just now...
He held a gun and pointed it at Chen Weidong's head. Unexpectedly, he was suddenly attacked by Gu Xiaohu, who took the gun from his hand and humiliated him with sarcastic remarks.
From Song Xinbiao's point of view, this kind of thing is unacceptable. He is a dignified captain of the security brigade. He usually meets with gangsters to eat and drink, and the other party must be at the level of an elder brother at least. Gu Xiaohu, a little loser, is only worthy of this.
Put another table, and then a group of friends come over to toast, that's it.
But today, the little boy became the master of the family for the first time. You can imagine how angry Captain Song was...
For a moment, he even felt that what Chen Weidong did was nothing, leaving him to take care of things slowly, and first kill that little bastard Gu Xiaohu!
After making up his mind, he immediately stood up, told Hei Ren the name of Gu Xiaohu, and explained his identity information in detail.
"You said he is known as the best fighter in the eastern suburbs?" Hei Ren frowned and asked softly.
"Yes, to be honest sir, my brother-in-law loves to play around and often hangs out with this kid. I dare not say anything else. The information will definitely not be wrong. This little bastard named Gu Xiaohu is very good at fighting. Listen.
He said that his old man used to run a martial arts school, so he might have some family secrets or something like that. He..."
"Wait a minute." Hei Ren interrupted Song Xinbiao and raised his eyebrows: "You said his father runs a martial arts school?"
"Yeah, what's the problem?"
"What martial arts school is it called? What kind of boxing does it teach?"
"This...I'm sorry, I really haven't understood it. Why is it important? Do I need to check it now?"
"Forget it." Black Blade waved his hand and said, "That's good if you can provide this information. I'll check the rest myself, and you continue."
"Okay." Song Xinbiao nodded and continued talking.
Hei Ren listened very carefully and attentively. While listening, he also played with the two short knives in his hands. However, he saw the beautiful knives rolling up and down in his hands and flying freely, which dazzled Captain Song.
"Okay, I already know a lot about this person. Is there anyone else?"
"Yes, but are you prepared to kill them all at once?"
"No." Hei Ren shook his head and explained: "From your description, I can see that this person named Gu Xiaohu is not simple. I guess he should be an ancient warrior, and his physical fitness may have exceeded that of normal people.
It's physiological limit, so it's not easy for me to deal with it."
"Then...what do you mean?"
"I will kill him. Give me a day to prepare. At this time tomorrow, you will receive news of his death." Black Blade had a cold face and strong confidence in his tone.
"Okay!~" Song Xinbiao felt inexplicably happy.
Although Gu Xiaohu has not yet returned to the West, the words of Mr. Black Blade make people feel reassured for some reason. In Song Xinbiao's view, Gu Xiaohu has already stepped into the gate of hell and is heading towards the road to hell.
"You haven't said the other people's names yet." Black Blade raised his eyebrows and reminded.
"Oh, that's it..." Song Xinbiao hurriedly reported the names of Chen Weidong, Ding Le, Yang Yong and others, and then said: "Among these people, only one named Chen Weidong is more difficult to deal with, maybe even more difficult to deal with than Gu Xiaohu
, do you think we should deal with him first or Gu Xiaohu first?"
"I don't care." Black Blade curled his lips and said casually: "The issue of sequence is not within my scope of consideration. Whoever you decide to kill, I will kill him."
"Okay, okay." Song Xinbiao was overjoyed, "Then let's kill the guy named Gu Xiaohu first. He is Chen Weidong's right-hand man and the most loyal henchman. If we kill him first, Chen Weidong's arrogance will be reduced by half."
"Okay." Hei Ren nodded, stood up and walked toward the door, "I'm going to prepare now. We'll contact you by phone at this time tomorrow."
"Okay, okay." Song Xinbiao watched the other party leave. It wasn't until the tall figure reached the end of the corridor that he suddenly remembered something and hurriedly exclaimed: "Sir, your contact information..."
Before he finished speaking, a small black gadget flew over. Song Xinbiao subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch it. He took a closer look and couldn't help but stare - this... isn't this his cell phone?
"The first number is mine. If you don't have extremely important information, don't contact me." Black Blade's voice came from a distance, almost inaudible.
Song Xinbiao subconsciously touched his trouser pocket. Yes, the phone was indeed gone. When did this guy touch the phone? He didn't notice it at all. He is indeed a master!!
Haha, it seems that there is hope for dealing with Chen Weidong now. Chen, I tell you to pretend. If you keep pretending, you will die soon!!
Thinking of this, Captain Song couldn't help but wave his hands vigorously, his excitement was palpable.
In the early morning of the next day, Chen Weidong simply packed up his belongings, threw them into his bag, and went out with his bag on his back. Before leaving, he also took his Laifu with him.
Ding Le was puzzled that he brought a dog: "Damn it, my family never keeps pets. You just come here. Why do you bring this little thing here?"
"Oh, I don't want you to raise me. Eat my food and drink mine. What are you worried about?" Chen Weidong curled his lips and pushed back in one sentence.
Ding Le had a constipated expression on his face and didn't say much. In fact, he himself quite liked cats and dogs, but his wife was extremely disgusted with such furry creatures and was afraid that the house would not be clean.
This time Chen Weidong is here just to stay for a few days. His wife and son will still have to go home later. If he sees dog hair all over the house and maybe some urine and urine, there will be trouble.
What a turn of events...
“Let’s make a deal first, don’t let your dog urinate anywhere.” Ding Le glanced at Laifu, but still worried, he chased after him and warned him.
"Don't worry, my family, Laifu, is very sensible. He always squats on the toilet when he goes to the toilet, right, Laifu?" Chen Weidong said while raising his eyebrows at Laifu.
"Woof woof!" the little guy yelled twice in coordination immediately.
"Not to mention, this gadget is quite cute." Ding Le couldn't help but laugh when he saw this. He picked up the half of a chicken drumstick that his son had not finished eating and threw it over.
"Where's your sister-in-law?" Chen Weidong took advantage of this time to look around Ding Le's house.
"Let's go." Ding Le shrugged, "After hearing what you said last night, I asked them to pack their things overnight. I had breakfast at home at 5:30 this morning and then went to her mother's house in the countryside." (Not finished.)