Heavens Myth Management System

Chapter 27

The headquarters of the Black Dragon Club is located in the downtown area, not far from the three streets under its control, so it can be rescued in time if any accident occurs.

The villa covering an area of ​​thousands of square meters undoubtedly reveals the wealth of the Black Dragon Society. You must know that the combined wealth of many underground forces may not be able to afford such a villa.

In the security room, several members of the Black Dragon Club were playing cards together, their leisurely appearance made one suspect that they would not know anything even if someone came in here.

Of course, they wouldn't worry about whether someone would invade here. Don't forget that this is the lair of the black dragon. Even if the three leaders were lost, the black dragon's might would not weaken much.

What's more, who in Qingshui City doesn't know their black dragon boss's temper that must be reported?

Once you mess with the black dragon, nothing good will happen. This has almost become the consensus of the underground forces in Qingshui City.

Didn’t you see not even a single figure in front of the villa at the headquarters of the Black Dragon Society?
It's too late for those people to hide from the black dragon, so how dare they wander around in front of the headquarters of the Black Dragon Association?
"Bah, what a bad luck!" A yellow-haired gangster in the room said angrily. He had already lost three games in a row.

"Haha, you're unlucky today. I told you to dye your hair back. It's unlucky to have yellow hair. If you look at it, you're going to die." Another man with a mustache joked.

"Haha, hurry up, Pujiezi." The other people beside the table also started to laugh.

"Fuck, you're the one who hit the street." Huang Mao gave him an annoyed look.

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up." Mustache urged.

"This is the rule that was set at the beginning. Whoever loses will go to patrol. If you lose three times in a row, it's your own bad luck, and you can't blame anyone."

"I know, I know." Huang Mao was a little impatient, he shouldn't have agreed to this fucking condition in the first place.

Every time he plays cards, he loses more than he wins. He doesn't know if it's because he's just unlucky or if those people are playing tricks.

Huang Mao was so angry that he could only go out to patrol with the electric baton, hoping to make a quick turn around and come back quickly to recover all the humiliation he suffered at the poker table.

The headquarters of the Black Dragon Club, which is thousands of square meters, is not as big as imagined, and it only takes a dozen or 10 minutes to make a complete inspection.

In the back of the villa is the residence of the black dragon boss, Huang Mao has no right to go in, at most he just walks around the perimeter of the villa to see if there is any suspicious figure.

The whole villa is the territory of the Black Dragon alone, and the three leaders of the Black Dragon Society did not live here.

The leaders either choose to live not far from the three streets, or simply live directly in the streets where they are guarding. They will only come to the Black Dragon Headquarters once in the evening to report the day's situation to the Black Dragon.

The three leaders had nothing to say about their loyalty to the black dragon, but after all, accompanying a king is like accompanying a tiger, not to mention a moody black dragon.

Staying around the black dragon will only make you uncomfortable. Who knows when he will go crazy again?
Huang Mao began to patrol with the lamp in one hand and the electric baton in the other, and it didn't take long for him to urinate.

I didn't feel much when I was playing cards, but now when I relax, the urge to urinate comes up.

Huang Mao stretched his neck and looked around. Fortunately, there was no one around.

Not far in front is a flower garden with many exotic flowers and plants, which are said to be enshrined by the small forces under the Black Dragon Society.

Heilong naturally didn't like these things, but he accepted them all. What he looked at was not the flowers and plants, but the subdued attitude of those small powers.

Even if the black dragon can eat meat, he must leave soup for the people below, right?
No matter how domineering they are, they can't completely control all the territory. With the help of these small forces, they can relax a lot.

Huang Mao walked to a corner of the flower garden with his trousers in hand. It was not the first time he had done this kind of thing, so he was very familiar with it.

Heilong is not a person who likes flowers and plants. He usually doesn't even look at these flowers. Huangmao also knows this, so he is confident.

Huang Mao released the pressure here, unaware of the danger coming from behind.

Fu Jiu, who was lurking in the shadows, gestured to the others, signaling them to stay put, while he himself quietly came behind Huang Mao.

Here Huangmao has just finished solving his physical problems, and he is in a particularly comfortable mood, humming an unknown song.

Suddenly, a palm struck from behind, covering Huang Mao's mouth, and one of Fu Jiu's arms tightly strangled his neck, making him unable to move.

Huang Mao's face quickly turned red due to the extreme lack of oxygen. He knew that if he didn't resist, he would soon be strangled to death.

He tried to struggle, but it didn't work. The hands around his neck clamped him tightly like iron clamps, and the knees against his spine made him unable to exert all his strength.

"Could it be that I'm really going to die?" Huang Mao remembered the words of Xiao Huzi at the last moment of his life.

Yellow hair is really unlucky?
Time is running out, I'm afraid this question can only be asked in the next life, I hope he can remember the lesson and change his hair color in the next life.

Huang Mao was silent, Fu Jiu, out of caution, didn't let go of his hand for the time being, and gradually let go of his arm only after confirming that Huang Mao was completely dead.

With his current strength of the third level, it is not difficult to deal with a little yellow hair of the first level. The important thing is not to let him make the slightest noise, so as not to alarm the black dragon.

Fu Jiu dragged Huangmao's body to a dark place, and whispered to a few people in the corner: "Listen to the sound and act later, as soon as the explosion sounds, you will rush in as originally planned."

The few people in the corner nodded silently, with death in their eyes.

These are the lowest and most inconspicuous members of Zhanlong Pavilion, and they will be responsible for the next plan to lure the black dragon. To put it bluntly, they are bait, the kind that take the initiative to go up to die.

This is also an important part of the plan. In order to ensure the perfect implementation of the plan, certain sacrifices are essential. Even Wei Zheng had to abandon them cruelly.

What's more, most of these people are terminally ill, and time is running out. Dedicating their lives to Zhanlong Pavilion can also give their family a good place to go. This is a good deal.

With the threat of patrolling personnel removed, the agreed-upon plan can then be boldly carried out.

Fu Jiu's nimble figure shuttled between the various buildings of the Black Dragon Club, and placed "surprises" one by one in the load-bearing places outside the house. When these gadgets exploded, most of the buildings of the Black Dragon Club would collapse in an instant.

As an old rival of the Black Dragon, Wei Zheng had detailed information about the Black Dragon Society and was familiar with the Black Dragon's residence. He even had access to the structural diagram of the villa.

With the architectural blueprints and the explosive materials that Li Si obtained, it would definitely make the black dragon soar.

Fu Jiu weighed the lump in his hand, these things are not cheap.

The structure of the current explosives is completely different from the explosives before the spiritual energy revived, and the materials used are also very different.

The limitations of modern thermal weapons are too large, and they have been constantly rejected by inexplicable laws. They are not even powerful. Those large-scale thermal weapons are directly misfired, and have been reduced to the same price as scrap iron.

The explosives in Fu Jiu's hands are made of Lingshi powder mixed with some other substances. They are not very powerful, but they are enough to blast buildings.

This thing was expensive to build, and even with the financial support of Dragon Slayer Pavilion behind them, they couldn't get much. However, it was more than enough to blow up the Black Dragon Guild's lair.

In less than 10 minutes, the explosives had been installed by Fu Jiu.

Taking a deep breath, Fu Jiu calmed down his fluctuating mood, and pressed heavily on the detonator in his hand!

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