The strongest drug god in the last days

Chapter 157 Killer, Zhang Yue
Coke arched his body abruptly, his ears pricked up, extremely vigilant.

Zhang Yue also slowly opened his eyes, with endless coldness in his eyes.

Is it finally here?
Your death day is coming, He Gaoyu.

Above the upper echelon, Shen Huai was also in high spirits, leaning over the scope of the sniper rifle and observing the street carefully.

A military pickup drove over and stopped slowly at the entrance of the supermarket.

Two soldiers in camouflage uniforms rushed down first, holding automatic rifles in their hands, looking vigilant, and quickly scanned the surroundings.

They are strikers, and their task is to identify and remove any dangerous things around them.

But they obviously found nothing, Zhang Yue and Shen Huai hid far away, just to avoid similar outpost inspections.

Zhang Yu had expected this earlier. With the huge strength of the He family, there must be a military background.This is not surprising at all.

Everything was calm, and another person got out of the car.

Zhang Yue's body tensed up suddenly, and a fierce wolf-like light flashed in his eyes.

This person is He Gaoyu!
Shen Huai also stuck out his tongue, licked his lips, and a sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth.

Through the high-power sniper rifle scope, Shen Huai could see He Gaoyu clearly, even a piece of dandruff on his head.

The whole of He Gaoyu was undefended, and his body was full of flaws.

Shen Huai forcibly suppressed his urge to shoot He Gaoyu right through him, held his breath and patiently waited for the best time to act.

This is the professionalism of a sniper.

The other people in the car also got off one after another, or intentionally or unintentionally surrounded He Gaoyu in the middle, looking like a crowd of stars.

Except for the two forward sentries, none of the rest were wearing military uniforms.But they are all tall and straight, with strong backs, obviously possessing good combat effectiveness, and they should all be unscrupulous.

Zhang Yue squinted his eyes and counted, and couldn't help being slightly speechless.

Good guy, there are ten bad guards.

Counting the two elite soldiers, there were twelve people in total.

He Gaoyu is such a big show!

For He Gaoyu's safety, the He family dispatched twelve masters at once. You can imagine how much they attach importance to He Gaoyu.

In contrast, He Gaoji is also the legitimate son of the He family, but the people who protect him can be counted on one hand.The gap between the two is extremely obvious.

Killing He Gaoji was nothing more than slapping the He family.

And killing He Gaoyu is a real heart-wrenching pain for the He family, enough to hurt the He family.

The urge to kill He Gaoyu in Zhang Yue's heart became more intense and clear.

He Gaoyu didn't realize that he was already in extreme danger, he waved his hand lightly, and said in a low voice, "Go upstairs!"

Those unscrupulous guards immediately surrounded him and walked towards the inside of the supermarket.

The two sentries stood guard on both sides faithfully, their bodies straightened, their gazes like falcons, scanning the surroundings.

He Gaoyu went upstairs slowly, his face was gloomy and full of anger, and he snorted coldly: "What a waste, he was assigned six, no, seven bad guards. He couldn't even kill a single Zhang Yue. Can't complete the mission."

As he said that, He Gaoyu snorted coldly, and said mockingly: "Just this kind of guy, who still wants to compete with me for the position of the heir of the family? I think he's out of his mind."

The surrounding guards were all silent, these words were beyond their ability to say.

After all, the conflict between He Gaoyu and He Gaoji is the internal conflict of the He family.Those retainers of the He family had no reason to participate.

After cursing a few words, He Gaoyu came to the room where He Gaoji was hiding.

Through the scope, Shen Huai could easily observe the changes in He Gaoyu's expression.

When he smelled a bloody smell, He Gaoyu's face changed drastically, and he rushed directly into the room in three steps in two.

The surrounding Bu Zhouwei were also shocked, they followed He Gaoyu at an extremely fast speed, their muscles tensed up, ready to attack at any time.

They were afraid that He Gaoyu would be in danger if he rushed in so recklessly.Once the youngest of the He family loses a single hair, they, the guards, will all be jointly and severally responsible.

There was no danger in the room, only the piled corpses of He Gaoji and [-].

He Gaoyu's fists were clenched suddenly, murderous intent flashed between his brows, and his eyes turned blood red almost instantly.

Immediately, someone from Bu Zhouwei rushed up, leaned close to the corpse for a brief inspection, then stood up, and said heavily, "Eldest Young Master, Third Young Master and [-] are all dead."

He Gaoyu said in a cold voice: "Time of death?"

Bu Zhouwei lowered his head slightly, and replied respectfully: "Initial estimate, he should have died yesterday. But the exact time, I have no way to determine for the time being."

He Gaoyu took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and asked again: "The cause of death?"

Bu Zhouwei answered fluently, "The third young master's fatal injury was a knife wound on the heart, and the fatal injury of One Zero One was poisoning."

He Gaoyu's anger, which had been suppressed with great difficulty, surged up again uncontrollably.

Knife wounds, poisoning.

This ruled out the possibility of zombie killing, which was obviously done by humans.

Someone actually dared to touch a direct descendant of the He family?
Who is so bold as to dare to disturb Tai Sui?
He Gaoyu bit his lip, the killing intent in his heart soared to the limit.

No matter how he and He Gaoji fought, it was an internal conflict among the children of the He family.But if outsiders dare to take action, the He family will let them disappear without a burial place!
A Bu Zhou Wei seemed to have discovered something, his expression changed, he walked up to He Gaoyu, and said in a low voice: "Young Master, look there."

He Gaoyu looked in the direction his finger was pointing, and his anger shot straight to his forehead.

A few large characters were written there with blood. Due to time constraints, the handwriting has turned black and is slightly blurred, but it can still be seen clearly.

"Murderer, Zhang Yue!"

"Zhang Yue!"

"you wanna die!"

He Gaoyu roared, and the angry voice echoed endlessly in the small space.

Another Bu Zhouwei came up again and handed over a black machine respectfully.

He Gaoyu recognized this thing. It was a very old-fashioned tape recorder. It was basically useless except for recording and playback. It had long been abandoned by the rapidly advancing information age.

He didn't expect to see such a thing here.

He Gaoyu waved his hand irritably, and said in a low voice: "Throw it away, why do you still have this thing here?"

After saying this, He Gaoyu's heart suddenly moved, he frowned, and said in a low voice: "Try it, can you let it go?"

The unscrupulous guard nodded and pressed the switch.

There was a rustling sound.

Then Zhang Yue's frivolous voice sounded.

(End of this chapter)