Rebirth of a wealthy and crazy son-in-law

Chapter 393 Killing Hong Jing
Yang Ming had a dream.

There were layers of fog in the dream, and in the fog, I couldn't see anything, only the green grass under my feet.

Nothing but that.

It seems that I can hear the small voices coming from my ears, beating on my heart one after another.

Yang Ming is someone who has seen many big scenes.

He didn't panic at all, because he had been a mercenary for many years and his intuition made him calm down first.

Yang Ming couldn't see everything in front of him clearly, but he could feel it clearly.

It's a dream.

He had never dreamed so lucidly as he is now.

And he didn't have the slightest sense of crisis, which meant that this dream was safe for the time being.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and the wind blew past the ears and picked up the broken hair around the ears.

Yang Ming heard a woman's voice.

"coming?"

The voice was not crisp, but rather hoarse.

A woman immediately appeared in front of him.

Yang Ming's pupils shrank suddenly.

He may not be familiar with this person in front of him.

The woman was wearing a black leather jacket on her upper body and a pair of tight leather pants on her lower body. Her eyes were cold and stern, and her ear-length short hair looked capable and shrewd.

Her lips curled up in a smile, but there was not much emotion in her eyes.

Yang Ming narrowed his eyes slightly and spit out her name: "Xue Sha."

He hadn't seen this man for some time.

Many things have been experienced in a short period of time, and now looking at them one by one, it feels like years have passed.

But Yang Ming knew that every time she came, she must have her own purpose.

"This time... and why?"

Xue Sha smiled and didn't speak. She stretched out her tightly clenched right fist and stopped in front of Yang Ming's eyes.

Yang Ming didn't move, just stared at her.

Because Yang Ming knew that Xue Sha would not harm him.

Xue Sha didn't talk too much nonsense, so she took one hand.

A necklace appeared in Xue Sha's hand.

The brilliance of the necklace was eye-catching, but what attracted the most attention was not its style, but its origin.

Yang Ming was slightly surprised, and even raised his voice a lot: "Isn't this...?!"

Xue Sha's smile seemed to be stronger, and she put the necklace in Yang Ming's hand.

Yang Ming still couldn't come back to his senses for a long time, staring at the necklace in his hand, but he didn't know how to speak.

This necklace was stolen from the old man when they were doing the task before.

I didn't expect to see this necklace again after such a long time.

When he raised his head and really wanted to ask Xue Sha why he gave him the necklace, he looked around and saw that Xue Sha had disappeared.

Dream, suddenly woke up.

Yang Ming rubbed his temples, and sat up bit by bit while supporting the bedside table.The surroundings were familiar, and he was still in his bedroom.

Everything he dreamed just now was really a dream.

But why did she dream of Xue Sha...

While thinking about it, his eyes fell on his neck inadvertently, and Yang Ming's hand stopped.

Hanging around his neck was the necklace that Xue Sha gave him in his dream.

Yang Ming rubbed his eyes, and then looked at the necklace that was still hanging on his neck like this, and the weight on the neck did not seem to be fake.

But this necklace actually appeared here...

"There is a mission."

The knock on the door disturbed Yang Ming's thoughts.

Yang Ming's gaze sank, and he quickly put on his clothes and got out of bed.

Some things can be slowly pondered.

"Say it again, what is the name of the mission target?"

Yang Ming stood up suddenly, and everyone turned their attention to him.

There was a sneer on the corner of Yang Ming's mouth, it was rare for everyone to see him lose his composure like this.

The person who reported the mission was also a little dazed.

"It's... called Hong Jing."

"Hong Jing...?"

Yang Ming chuckled and read out the name.

His smile was as warm as a spring breeze, but it made people feel an inexplicable coldness.

Yang Ming mossed the gun in his hand, it felt cold to the touch, the temperature was extremely low at this time, and there was no warmth in his hand, just like those cold eyes.

It's cold, without any temperature.

Everyone present felt a chill.

The target of this mission is very close to their location, I don't know if it's a coincidence or something.

It took less than an hour to drive to the mission site.

It was a boss who entrusted Hong Jing to kill him. It is said that because of some personal disputes that could not be resolved, the boss wanted to kill him. However, due to Hong Jing's high skill, many people were unable to do it before, so he found the assassin. squad.

Yang Ming sat in the car and wiped his gun again and again.

The light coming in from the car window was bright and dark, and the shadow was cast on his face, so he couldn't see any expression.

"arrive."

The car stopped, Yang Ming put the gun in his pocket, put on his mask, and got out of the car.

What appeared in front of me was a small dilapidated house that was crumbling in the wind.

This place is on the outskirts of the city. It was originally planned to be a resort, but it was abandoned for some reason. Most of the houses here are in disrepair, but it is still a good hidden place.

Being able to choose this place proves that Hong Jing hasn't forgotten all about mercenaries.

The members of the assassination team had already ambushed Hong Jing's residence in advance.

Waiting to go straight up now.

Yang Ming gradually approached the cabin where Hong Jing lived.

The fallen leaves under his feet made a rustling sound, which was very clear in the quiet atmosphere at this time.

The ears of mercenaries have always been sharper than ordinary people, it is impossible for Hong Jing not to hear so many clear voices.

The gun in Yang Ming's hand was gripped tighter and tighter, and he became very vigilant.

Before he knew it, Yang Ming had already stood at the door.

There were bursts of voices, noises, and children's laughter from inside the room. It sounded like they were watching TV.

No wonder.

Yang Ming's worries were slightly dispelled.

If the TV was turned on, it would just explain why Hong Jing didn't move at all.

The sound of the TV just covered the sound of Yang Ming's walking.

Yang Ming observed the surrounding situation, looking for a suitable angle.

Memories of the past flooded his mind.

If it weren't for the unforgivable things that Hong Jing did, he should be an excellent mercenary.

They may even be comrades who fought side by side.

It's a pity that there are not so many ifs in the world.

Yang Ming knocked lightly on the door.

Bullets loaded.

"Hello, is anyone around?"

There was a blunt voice from inside the room, followed by a hoarse response.

"Who?"

Then there was the sound of walking.

He has come to open the door.

Yang Ming didn't hesitate at all, his heart was pounding.

Countless movements of firing the gun were constantly being rehearsed in his mind.

All he wanted was to use the most precise timing and the fastest action to kill the person who was about to appear.

This should be the best trial for him.

The door was opened.

The man's face was already covered with stubble, but he couldn't see the faint traces of the past in his eyes.

Yang Ming stared at him, holding the gun in his hand as if it would be stretched out in a second.

The man's expression was a little impatient, but his eyes became solemn in the next second.

His eyes fell on the necklace on Yang Ming's neck.

"Yang Ming...?!"

He called out Yang Ming's name in disbelief, and the next second a gunshot rang out.

Hong Jing fell into a pool of blood.

(End of this chapter)