I inherited a family fortune of 5000 years

Chapter 679 Are You Ready?

Huaxia Jiangnan City, Zhang Mengyu's home.

"Miss Hong Yi, we lost the unlimited communication with the master a few minutes ago. The master must have been taken to an area where the communication frequency band cannot reach."

"Have you got in touch with Ye Yin?" Hong Yi asked.

"We got in touch. A message came from Ye Yin's brain quantum wave. Everything is fine with the master. Those people have already been taken care of, but the master seems to be playful again."

"I know," Hong Yi nodded, "Mr. Zhang has explained that if you can't contact him, you should start to act. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Yes, I understand that we have made all the preparations half a month ago. The 12000 traders have all been prepared, and the liquidity of 100 trillion US dollars is also ready. Within half a day, the money market in any region can be completely collapse."

"Well, just according to what Mr. Zhang said. Mr. Zhang said that if he couldn't be contacted through wireless communication for three hours, he started to act."

"Yes!"

After more than three hours of flight, Zhang Menglong has arrived above a kelp in the Atlantic Ocean, the plane has also started to slow down slowly, and the sky has already brightened.

This is a strategic-level aircraft of the Supernatural Alliance. The counterfeiting of one plane is more than 120 billion US dollars. It uses an alloy formula metal that is stronger than titanium alloy. Its powerful power makes it almost have one-fifth of the intercontinental missile. Speed, from South Africa to America, the flight time of more than ten hours can even be controlled within three hours!
However, due to the high cost and the scarcity of materials, there are only three such planes in the entire supernatural alliance. This time it was used to arrest Zhang Mengyu, which shows how much attention is paid to him.

However, in this plane, the atmosphere was quite solemn. Half of the 300 supernatural beings died, and more than half of the remaining 100 people were disabled. Only a dozen or so extremely powerful people suffered some minor injuries.

These people, together with Zhou Boquan, became the people who "escorted" Zhang Mengyu. They were unwilling to do so in their hearts. If they had known about such an errand, they would rather have been deliberately injured just now!
Although Zhang Mengyu was wearing special handcuffs on his wrists, he continued to watch "Brother Overcoming Thorns" with his tablet, and there was a burst of laughter as if he had entered a goose factory, and he didn't look like he was kidnapped at all.

"Ah!" A supernatural being was treating the wound nearby, his entire arm was almost burnt to the point of withering, and another supernatural being was helping him to sterilize.

Among the many supernatural beings, there is also a special type, that is, the healing type. They can use supernatural powers to accelerate the division and differentiation of cells and achieve rapid wound healing. However, this kind of supernatural beings are very important. The subordinates are well protected and will not participate in any dangerous operations.

Therefore, many supernatural beings with high status and serious injuries will be sent to these special healing supernatural beings for treatment.

With such a serious injury, even those supernatural beings grinned in pain when dealing with the wound.

At this time, a shoehorn flew directly onto his head.

"What's it called? Killing a pig? Didn't you see that I was watching a variety show? Be quiet!" Zhang Menglong gave the supernatural being a hard look.

There were tears in the eyes of the supernatural being, but he didn't dare to say anything, he could only take off his shoes and bite his mouth silently, "Continue to treat the wound."

"Hiss! Hmm!" This time, he suppressed his voice.

"Crack!" Zhang Mengyu smashed another shoehorn on his head again, "Can you stop doing this in front of me? I haven't eaten yet, and the blood is off my appetite!"

The supernatural person wiped away his tears, hugged his injured arm and walked to the corner of the plane
An island finally appeared in Zhang's hazy field of vision. The island was surrounded by a large number of shields, and no signal could be transmitted. In this place, an alliance of multi-national and multi-regional supernatural beings with America as the core base.

In this place, a lot of research on the human body is being carried out, and many supernatural beings are imprisoned.

Some of these supernatural beings were insane and murderous, so they were detained here.

Some were too powerful to control, and were forcibly imprisoned by some shady means.

Others were imprisoned because of disagreement.

It is not so much an experimental base, but more like a prison.

There were several planes circling in the sky, and there were people patrolling everywhere on the island. At the landing place of the plane, there were already a group of supernatural beings waiting, and they all felt like an enemy.

"You need to know what to say and what not to say in a while," Zhang Mengyu threatened, "If someone influences me to pretend to be aggressive, you should think about the consequences yourself!"

All the supernatural beings were agitated, and then nodded submissively. They knew that the base of this supernatural alliance would soon become a Shura field because of Zhang Mengyu's arrival.

Through the dean's ring, Zhang Menglong scanned the entire island.

In addition to the 20 or so supernatural beings around him, there are more than 1200 supernatural beings on the entire island, but most of them are relatively weak, and there are only one or two hundred people above the god level supernatural powers.

But in the depths of the island, there are still a few faint auras of people who are about to surpass the god-level abilities, and there is even a person whose energy intensity has reached 22 units.

It's just that this person's life energy is very weak, and he seems to be on the verge of death.

He was pushed off the plane, and then walked into a silver-white building underground under the strict guard of hundreds of supernatural beings.

"Boom!" Zhang Menglong was locked in a silver-white room, with only a glass in front of him, but there was no one on the other side of the glass, but something that looked like a display screen.

"Zizizi!" With the sound of electric current, more than a dozen figures appeared on the display screen.

"Zhang Mengyu, we finally met," the leader smiled brightly.

"Nimma, what bird language are you talking about, Chinese language, other workers can't understand!" Zhang Menglong sat on the chair with Erlang's legs crossed, without even looking at him. "

"Zhang Mengyu, do you dare to be so stubborn when you come to this place?" The middle-aged man said, "Do you know that as long as people are locked up in this place, they will either be imprisoned for a lifetime, or they will die?"

"who are you?"

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Britos, and I'm from the American Psychic Alliance. It's my idea that you can come here this time."

"Oh, you invited me over?" Zhang Mengyu said, "I'm hungry, you can prepare dinner!"

"Hahaha! Zhang Mengyu, are you still pretending to be calm here?" Britos said with a smile, "Why do you think we spared your life? It can be passed down for more than 5000 years. Your family must have many secrets, and you You can actually kill more than 100 god-level supernatural beings, so it can be seen that your family has many secrets!"

"and then?"

"Hand over your secrets, and I can make your death a little easier. Otherwise, there are many inhuman things in my laboratory. I don't think you will want to experience it?"

"Do you know what the consequences will be if you catch me?" Zhang Meng said with a smile.

Britos' expression suddenly changed. Could it be that Zhang Mengyu explained something to his subordinates?
"Do you really think that I, Zhang Menglong, are the ones who don't fight back after being bullied?" Zhang Menglong smiled, "I'm just too lazy to deal with you. Now, there are already 12000 traders in their positions, and there is a cash flow of 100 trillion US dollars. Be ready at any time, as long as my people don't contact me for three hours, your capital market will be quickly attacked by this money!"

Zhang Mengyu looked at his watch, "Well, it's been more than six hours, it's a pity that the market hasn't opened yet, but are you ready?"

(End of this chapter)