City of Flying Eagles Chapter 18 Another Good Show
In normal times, it doesn't matter whether this shell company comes or not. But they haven't solved the Lan Ling matter yet. The person behind him will never let him go out and mess around. If he causes anything again, everyone will focus on it.
In his place, it would be a big trouble for someone to find out the details of this company.
Ye Tianming thought of this and said: "No, he must be here."
Just after he finished speaking, Zhao Jianlong shouted: "Brother Ming, he's out."
Ye Tianming opened his eyes suddenly, exuding a shocking energy. He saw more than ten people walking out of the entrance of the parking lot. Walking in front was a young man in his twenties or fives. He had short hair and was not too tall.
He is about 1.75 meters tall, with muscles all over his body. It is obvious that this guy is in good physical condition and must have good skills. However, his eyes flashed with a hint of violence from time to time, showing that his character is full of violence.
The dozen or so people behind him were all wearing black suits and sunglasses, and were following him closely. "This guy is quite impressive." Ye Tianming had a strange smile on his lips. He noticed that one of them was holding two bags in both hands.
A black suitcase, "Damn! There's a good show again. Zhao Jianlong, follow them, don't let them escape." Zhao Jianlong was a little nervous, but most of all he was excited.
Under Ye Tianming's guidance, he followed them out of the city casually, got on the highway and headed southeast. "Brother Ming! It's so late, where are they going?"
"Haha, boy, do you dare to kill someone?"
"Uh!" Zhao Jianlong shrank his neck and did not dare to speak.
Ye Tianming chuckled and patted his shoulder, "Don't worry, I won't let you kill people and get you involved."
Zhao Jianlong's face turned red, "Brother Ming,,,,"
"Okay! What's there to be embarrassed about? Killing someone is not a good thing." Ye Tianming interrupted what Zhao Jianlong was about to say.
"Brother Ming! Have you ever killed anyone?"
"Killed!" These two simple words made Zhao Jianlong shrink his neck again.
"How many have you killed?" Zhao Jianlong couldn't help but asked out of curiosity.
"I don't know, there are eight thousand if not ten thousand," Ye Tianming muttered. In fact, this was just what he said casually. If he really counted, not only eight thousand people, but also Indonesians died indirectly in his hands this time.
I don’t know how many entire Indonesian guard divisions and artillery regiments were bombarded by missiles. He planned the Indonesian tsunami. I don’t know how many people died. It can really be described as countless.
Zhao Jianlong glanced at Ye Tianming in disbelief, "Brother Ming! Have you really been on the battlefield?"
"Yes! Only killing on the battlefield is legal. We can legally own weapons. And the more people you kill, the greater your credit will be. The faster you kill, the greater your hope of living." Zhao Jianlong
He didn't ask again, thinking that the aura that appeared on Ye Tianming from time to time, which made him feel scared, might be the legendary murderous aura.
"They seem to be going to the port. Why are they going there so late?" Zhao Jianlong suddenly said
The speed of the car was very fast. After more than 20 minutes, we entered the port area and walked along Bohai Avenue for more than ten minutes. The car suddenly got off the rural highway and stopped in a small village called Xiazhukou.
Ye Tianming patted Zhao Jianlong on the shoulder, "Don't park too close. No matter what happens, you have to stay here honestly and don't move around." Zhao Jianlong nodded.