Ultimate Pawn

Under the chassis of the Mercedes-Benz, the timed explosive is installed in it. There was a red light with a scarlet signal.

A disdainful sneer appeared on Chen Zong's face... It's just a C4 bomb designed in a 12-spoke interval... In front of him, it seemed to be a children's toy.

Back then, the United States dispatched a whole ten...F22-Raptor fighters, which couldn't hold him.

Now, what is a small C4 bomb in front of me?

His eyes were indifferent, and he slowly stretched out his hand, like an elegant gentleman, and began to disassemble the explosives.

The white hands were disassembled on the explosives, as if they were working on a work of art creation, and every movement was extremely skillful.

He took down the time bomb with two or three clicks.

Two hundred meters away, Qiu Yiren's beautiful eyes were staring at the chassis of the car... A complex worry appeared on her pretty face... As time passed, her breathing became a little messy... Worry grew.

The bodyguards on the scene also looked solemn and nervous... they waited carefully around the lady, watching the situation on the spot.

Just as Qin Wei was worried and anxious with the bodyguards, a figure slowly emerged from the bottom of the car.

It's Chen Zongheng.

He just stood there calmly, holding a black time bomb in his hand.

He looked calm and dusted off his body.

At this time, the faces of all the bodyguards present suddenly changed! They saw the thing in Mr. Chen's hand!

Is that... a bomb? ! It's a bomb! This group of bodyguards did not expect...just a moment of meal...under the guardianship of their group of bodyguards...someone unexpectedly...dare to install a time bomb under the young lady's car? ! How did the other party... do it? !

Qiu Yiren stood not far away, her pretty face was also pale.

She didn't expect that it was just a dinner, she would have experienced...a life or death disaster!

The other party actually, in the crowd... installed explosives in his car? !

This is too unscrupulous! Too much ignoring the laws of this city!

"Which car is Huang Honghui's?" Chen Zong directly grabbed a hotel waiter and asked.

The waiter looked flustered and hesitated, "Who...who is Huang Honghui? I don't know..."

Chen Zongheng didn't talk nonsense, just grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up, "You don't know who is Huang Honghui?"

Huang Honghui can send someone to install explosives at the entrance of the hotel, then... he must have bought the waiter at the entrance of the hotel. Therefore, he was too lazy to talk nonsense.

The waiter was almost choked off, his face pale.

As long as Chen Zong tried harder, his trachea would be cut off.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, and pointed to the Lamborghini sports car not far away.

Chen Zong threw the waiter several meters away, and then with the bomb in his hand, he walked directly in front of the black Lamborghini sports car.

Lamborghini LP-770, known as a centennial super sports car, is limited to 100 units worldwide.

A super sports car worth tens of millions!

Chen Zongzheng's expression was indifferent, and he directly smashed the Lamborghini window and threw the C4 bomb into the sports car.

"Doing this, I'm afraid...or else, should I call the police?" Qiu Yiren stepped forward, her pretty face dignified and complicated.

At this moment, the daughter-in-law became a little helpless.

In this case, only the alarm was issued.

"No need, it's unnecessary. The courtesy is the same." Chen Zongheng's eyes were calm and he took a deep breath of the cigarette.

He turned and walked straight to the Mercedes Benz.

"Let's go, it's getting late." Chen Zongheng stepped into the car calmly, as if nothing had happened.

Qiu Yi had a complicated face, and after hesitating for a long time, she turned around and got into the car.

The Mercedes Benz fleet drove away slowly...

...

Not long after, Huang Honghui walked out of the Hilton Hotel with a gloomy expression.

He stood in the empty seat where the Mercedes-Benz car had just been parked, with a grim smile on his lips, "Qiu Yiren... Since you have chosen hell, then I... have to send you on the road, don't blame me."

"And that surnamed Chen... Even if you are blown into flesh and blood, I will pick up all the meat from your corpse and throw it away to feed the dog."

Huang Honghui looked calm and cold, muttering to himself, that was endless killing intent.

Tonight, if the negotiation fails, then...nothing will happen.

Kill it, then hurry up!

After speaking, Huang Honghui took out a remote control button device from his pocket, it was dark and cold, as if it was a breath of death.

Huang Honghui's handsome face flashed hideously, it was the pleasure of revenge...that was the pleasure of destroying a beautiful rose...Since you can't get a woman, then kill her!

"Di." Huang Honghui pressed the remote control.

"Young Master Huang...No!" In the distance, a hotel waiter suddenly shouted in horror!

Huang Honghui's eyes were deep, and he turned to look at the waiter suspiciously.

at the same time……

"Boom——!!!" There was a loud noise! !

The black Lamborghini sports car next to it exploded in an instant! A sea of ​​flames soaring to the sky! !

Huang Honghui had no time to react... he was directly lifted off by a huge wave of air! !

The entrance of the entire Hilton Hotel is completely messed up! The guests ran away!

Huang Honghui fell to the ground, and his whole person was in a miserable mess... Numerous glass shards stabbed his body...face...chest...arms...all blood! He was bombed into a blood man!

Huang Honghui's body trembled in horror, his pupils looked at the skyrocketing flames in disbelief! !

His Lamborghini, a high-priced limited edition sports car worth 30 million...At this moment, it has turned into a raging sea! !

"Uh……!!"

"Uh...ah!!!"

Huang Honghui's eyes are blood red, and he looks up to the sky and howls! !

That's monstrous anger, monstrous blood feud! !

Huge anger, blood feud, fury... intertwined! !

His body covered in blood was shaking violently...!

With anger attacking his heart, "Puff!" Huang Honghui suddenly spouted out another mouthful of blood!

Immediately afterwards, his whole eyes were dumbfounded...directly, he fell over and passed out!

...

Shanghai and sea markets, late at night.

The ancient house of the Huang family.

An ambulance roared, the lights flickered, and quickly stopped in front of the Huang's house.

Huang Honghui was covered in blood. He was lying on a stretcher and was carried out of the car by a dozen nurses.

At this time, he had passed out.

The whole body was stabbed with the **** of the explosion glass, blood overflowed, and it was extremely miserable.

"Quickly, to the Patriarch! The Second Young Master...he is in danger!"

Soon, a few hands looked anxious, and hurried into the house...to report it as soon as possible!

The ancient house of the Huang family, in a martial arts hall.

Patriarch Huang Zhengming sat cross-legged, with his hands on his legs, meditating quietly with peace of mind.

These days, the pain of losing his son made him suffer too much blood pressure.

He must cultivate in this way to calm down his mind.

The funeral of the eldest son Xuyang has just passed and the first seven days have not passed.

As a father, he must personally guard the spirit for his son.

After waiting for the first seven to resurrect, everything...before you can take any action.

This is the facade of the big family, and it is also the last etiquette to observe after the death of his son.

This man who has been in the south of the Yangtze River for decades, kills people like numb, with his corpse on his feet. Today, he has to endure the pain of losing his son and suppress his inner murderous hatred forcibly. For him, it is an endless suffering.

"Xuyang's first seven are resurrected, and there are still three days left." Huang Zhengming sat in the martial arts hall, closed his eyes, and said slowly, "Are all the etiquettes prepared?"

On the side, the pale old servant... Uncle Zhong, stood there, nodding his head.

"Master, rest assured, the first seven worship matters have been prepared. Everything is done in accordance with the highest custom standards. The young master, he will go very peacefully, and even in reincarnation, he will definitely be a general."

Hearing Uncle Zhong's words, Huang Zhengming nodded slowly.

Everything is ready when you are ready.

What he has endured now is just for his son to bid farewell to the final journey.

Xuyang's first seven years have not passed, everything is simple.

Wait until the first seven worships are over.

Let go, draw the knife, get out of your body.

"Report!! Master! Something happened!!"

At this moment, suddenly outside the martial arts hall, there was a rapid report from his subordinates!

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