The strongest mercenary across the line of fire

After returning to Chinatown, Zhao Ziyang immediately walked towards Zhao Zhengrong's Sichuan restaurant. He wanted to meet Zhao Zhengrong to confirm his guess.

It was already three o'clock in the morning, and most shops in Chinatown were closed, only some entertainment venues and 24-hour convenience stores were still lit.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Zhao Ziyang slammed on the door of the Sichuan restaurant, shouting loudly: "Brother Zhao, Brother Zhao!"

Zhao Zhengrong inside seemed to be fast asleep, without any movement.

"Bang bang bang!" Zhao Ziyang knocked on the door again with more force, shouting louder.

"Who is it!" Zhao Zhengrong's voice came from the second floor of the Sichuan Restaurant, loudly, full of anger from being woken up from sleep.

With a sound of "crash", the window was opened by Zhao Zhengrong, who was shirtless, and shouted at Zhao Ziyang dissatisfied: "Who? Calling the soul, isn't it?"

Looking up at Zhao Zhengrong's sleepy face, Zhao Ziyang smiled at him.

"Brother Zhao, I, Zhao Ziyang, am in a hurry to find you."

"Oh, Zhao Ziyang, I said you can't talk about it until dawn, and you have to play ghost knocking on the door in the middle of the night?" Zhao Zhengrong's tone was a little better, and he still retracted his head in dissatisfaction.

After a while, the lights in the lobby of the Sichuan restaurant came on, and the sound of Zhao Zhengrong's footsteps came, opening the door for Zhao Ziyang.

Zhao Zhengrong only wore a pair of underwear, and his bare upper body was covered with various scars: gunshot wounds, knife wounds, shrapnel scratches, and even dent marks from teeth biting on it.

"Tell you, if you hadn't come out as a soldier, I definitely wouldn't have opened the door." Zhao Zhengrong said to Zhao Ziyang dissatisfied, reached out and took out a half pack of cigarettes from the bar, lit one and started smoking.

"Hehe, I'm really sorry to disturb Brother Zhao so late, but I'm really in a hurry." Zhao Ziyang said embarrassedly to Zhao Zhengrong, and went straight to the second floor of the Sichuan restaurant.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing, kid?" Seeing Zhao Ziyang walking towards the second floor, Zhao Zhengrong became anxious and ran after him on his slippers.

The second floor is his bedroom, the door of the bedroom is open, it would be bad for Zhao Ziyang to get into his bedroom.On his bed lay a bare-bottomed pony. Although he was a widower, it was normal to find a woman to vent his lust at night, but how bad and shameful it would be for others to see this kind of private matter!

Zhao Ziyang ignored Zhao Zhengrong and walked quickly to his bedroom.

There is a blonde girl lying on the bed in the bedroom. The girl is completely naked, facing the door sideways, the softness of the chest and the golden color of the crotch are clearly visible.At this time, the girl was sleeping soundly, breathing evenly between her nostrils.

"Hey, I said brother, what are you doing, arresting rape? The British police don't care about this, but you are good enough to regard yourself as a policeman?" Zhao Zhengrong hurriedly closed the door with embarrassment on his face, scolding Zhao Ziyang.

When he saw this naked woman, Zhao Ziyang quickly scanned the bedroom through the half-open door, but found nothing suspicious.

"Brother Zhao, let me be blunt." Zhao Ziyang took out the bullet casing and put it in front of Zhao Zhengrong, staring into his eyes and said, "I ran into a sniper just now when I was racing, but I couldn't find it. He only found an SVD sniper rifle and this shell casing left behind."

This was already obvious. He, Zhao Ziyang, came here in the middle of the night to take out the shell casings, clearly suspecting that the sniper was Zhao Zhengrong.

First, Zhao Zhengrong is a veteran, and he is a very good and powerful veteran; second, Lu Dilong's subordinates smashed his place yesterday afternoon and beat his son; third, moving around for several years has already shown that Zhao Zhengrong What is he avoiding? Fourth, if he doesn't want to be troubled and continues to be troubled, the best way is to kill Lu Dilong, the leader of the Black Tiger Gang. Once Lu Dilong dies, the Black Tiger Gang will be swallowed up, and there will be no future troubles.

Another point is that Zhao Zhengrong has a reason to do this. A sniper of this level doesn't even bother to assassinate Lu Dilong. Even if he has enemies, he can only hire a third-rate killer.

"Brother, you don't doubt that I'm the sniper, do you?" Zhao Zhengrong's eyes widened, and the cigarette stick in his mouth almost fell to the ground.

This is too capable, to be able to pull the sniper on his head like this.

"It's not doubt, but affirmation." Zhao Ziyang stuffed the bullet into Zhao Zhengrong's hand and said, "Your right shoulder is obviously much thicker than your left shoulder, and there is a thin layer of calluses. Ordinary rifles can't make shoulders like that. Besides, the scars all over you tell me it wasn't made in a battle. Scars are old and new, presumably you're still fighting after you leave the army. Finally That is, the warhead you use is a high-explosive warhead, and the gunpowder in the shell is a columnar gunpowder. Change the contact surface of the columnar gunpowder to speed up the burning speed, control the highest pressure chamber, and form a fast-burning pistol gunpowder, otherwise it is not enough to activate the high-explosive warhead. .”

Zhao Zhengrong bit the cigarette butt with a helpless smile on his face.

"I said Zhao Ziyang, you're right, but how can you associate me with a sniper?" Zhao Zhengrong shook his head and continued, "I'll tell you the truth, I've been talking to that big bastard Piston all night. Exercise, besides, although I can change the technique of changing the friction surface of columnar gunpowder, can I go out and kill people at night?"

What Zhao Zhengrong said was also true, it would be nice to ride a big foreign horse hard at night, why are you fighting and killing?He is now a serious businessman, a boss and a chef, with seniors and juniors, it is true that he lives in peace, otherwise he can bear the bastards who collect protection fees?

"Hey..." Zhao Ziyang sniffed, and said to him with a look like yours: "Brother Zhao, but I smelled a hot pot smell in that carriage, and the gun seemed to be just a mechanical sight. Maybe only those who have fought in self-defense counterattacks don’t like to use scopes. Nowadays, snipers will not give up optical sights in order to pursue the accuracy of killing with one hit.”

"Damn, you're relying on me, aren't you?" Zhao Zhengrong patted his head and shouted at Zhao Ziyang: "Cheng Chengcheng, it's me, you go back and hug your little girl to play double fly, I I have to cuddle my golden cat and sleep for a while, let's go!"

Zhao Zhengrong pushed Zhao Ziyang impatiently and drove him out. What did he think it was? It turned out that this boy was suspicious and found him. It's his mother's bad luck. Good things didn't find him. himself.

But Zhao Ziyang still didn't leave, he turned around lightly, got rid of Zhao Zhengrong's arms, opened the bedroom door and walked in.

"Damn it, that's my girl, what do you want!" Zhao Zhengrong scolded loudly, rushed in, blocked Zhao Ziyang with both hands, blocked his sight, and prevented him from looking at the naked butt on his bed. .

The little girl is her own, and her own things can only be seen by herself!

"Hey, this golden silk cat sleeps soundly, can't it be woken up by such a loud noise?" Zhao Ziyang had a playful smile on his lips, and turned his head to look at the blonde who was still sleeping.

"Tired! I'm a King Kong on the bed!" Zhao Zhengrong got angry, grabbed Zhao Ziyang's collar and yelled at him, "You'd better get out of here, or I'll beat you up!"

"Hey..." Zhao Ziyang smiled, pointed to the sleeping blonde and said to Zhao Zhengrong: "Brother Zhao, why don't you lend me your little girl to play with? Don't worry, the game is not bad, only the exhausted cow doesn't." The plowed field is not your wife anyway."

Zhao Zhengrong's face darkened, he was really angry.

With a "bang", Zhao Zhengrong punched Zhao Ziyang's lower abdomen, knocking Zhao Ziyang back two steps and hitting the door heavily.

"Crack", the half-open door was slammed closed by Zhao Ziyang, he took a deep breath of cold air to relieve the pain from the severe blow to his abdomen, and still jokingly said: "Brother Zhao is not righteous, he is just a little girl..."

In the life of "huh", Zhao Zhengrong's fist broke through the wind again, hitting Zhao Ziyang's smiling face fiercely.

Zhao Ziyang turned his head slightly to avoid Zhao Zhengrong's fist, turned his body around to the right, drew out his Nepalese saber and slashed at him.

"Shua!" There was a shrieking sound of breaking wind, and the saber with a faint bloodthirsty light slashed towards Zhao Zhengrong's forehead.

Zhao Zhengrong quickly retreated to avoid the knife.

The blade brushed against Zhao Zhengrong's skin. Although he didn't touch it, the pain from the wind of the knife still made Zhao Zhengrong feel like he was facing an enemy.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhao Ziyang grabbed a glass of water on the table with his other hand and poured it on the blonde girl on the bed.

With a "wow", a glass of water was splashed on the girl's face, but the blonde was still sleeping.

"Damn it!" Zhao Zhengrong cursed fiercely, sat down on the bed and didn't speak.

This woman didn't fall asleep, but fell into muddy water after taking medicine.She couldn't hear anything from the outside world, and she didn't feel anything when cold water was splashed on her body.

This woman is a cover, a cover for Zhao Zhengrong.

Putting away the Nepalese saber, Zhao Ziyang looked at Zhao Zhengrong with a smile on his face.

"Brother Zhao, I wouldn't know it was you if you didn't leave the smell of hot pot, but the smell you leave is very familiar to any Chinese."

Hot pot, the taste of hot pot all over the country is indeed very familiar. Foreigners may not know what it is, but Zhao Ziyang knows it too well.Zhao Zhengrong, who stayed in the restaurant all day long, must have a smell on him. This smell is nothing but the smell of oily hot pot. After all, he is now the owner and cook of a Sichuan restaurant.

"Okay, you're a really smart kid." Zhao Zhengrong lit a cigarette, gave Zhao Ziyang a thumbs up and said, "You can even tell if this little girl is falling asleep naturally, it's amazing."

"No," Zhao Ziyang shook his head and said to Zhao Zhengrong, "I don't know, it's your flawless loud voice that told me that there is something wrong with this woman, because no one would sleep so dead."

Zhao Zhengrong froze for a moment, smiled wryly and shook his head.In fact, his plan was perfect, but it was very unfortunate that he ran into a fellow who was used to eating hot pot, and this fellow was very shameless, knowing that there was a naked chick in his bedroom and barging in, what a jerk!

"I'm the sniper." Zhao Zhengrong admitted as a bachelor. He raised his head and said to Zhao Ziyang while biting the handle of his cigarette: "I want peace, and I don't want to cause trouble. If the Black Tiger Gang dares to touch my son, then I have to let the Black Tiger Help remove the name."

A domineering and arrogant aura permeated from Zhao Zhengrong's body, and this aura was mixed with a substantive killing aura, which made people imagine bloody scenes when they smelled it.

Zhao Zhengrong is not an ordinary person, he is a battlefield butcher who climbed out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. His sniper skills alone are enough for him to stand on the roof of the world and look down on the world's strongest.