Long Live the Counterattack

　　 Dongshan, Green Garden, luxury villa area.

　　 Today, the uncle driver who has taken Lin Dong and the two little girls is standing respectfully in front of a young man.

　　 The young man is estimated to be only twenty-five or sixteen years old, his face is full of vigor, his bright eyes are full of something called ambition, and he doesn't hide it. He motioned to the uncle driver to sit down, smiling very cordially, but with a leadership style: "Old Chen, sit down, how are things going on today? Foreign devils are satisfied, right?"

"They know that the goal is to go to Qinglongxia tomorrow, and they have already arranged it in advance today. They are indeed a famous international gold medal killer, not to mention their strength, and the way they act is so cautious." The uncle of the driver, known as Lao Chen, was a little cautious. Sit down in front of the young man.

　　The waist is straight, only half of the **** is sitting.

　　 He wants to show his respect in front of young people all the time, in order to gain the other's appreciation.

　　 The young man glanced at him, and a smile leaked from his eyes, seemingly mocking, but also admiring. The young man reached out and picked up a bottle of red wine that had been dried on the table, and poured a glass for the driver's uncle Lao Chen slowly. Lao Chen hurriedly leaned to thank him, saying that he would not dare, but the young man stopped: "Old Chen, I know, you are a person who can do things, and you will inevitably need your help in the future. Today this is just the beginning. Since we need to work closely together in the future, I am not afraid to say something straight. Old Chen, this matter is for me today. It’s very important. If I succeed, I might squeeze the fat man Jinya and sit in the second chair of Brother Dongshan. Do you understand?"

　　 "Understand, understand. It is Chen Jiu's blessing to be able to do things for Xie Shao. I must take my life and get things done." Old Chen quickly showed his loyalty.

　　 "Okay, very good." The young man nodded, and then asked: "Foreign devils, is there really no problem?"

"Foreign devils don’t want us to interfere with the arrangement. We can’t know more, but they took all the big bag of things they smuggled in. I’ve already seen things, and there are some lengths and shorts inside, then With fierce firepower, let alone killing one person, it's okay to kill a group of elephants." Old Chen felt that using such fierce firepower to deal with one person was a bit exaggerated.

"Those foreign devils have to be cautious! After all, the lessons of the past are right in front of them, and Fitch and the others are also good at strength. They say seconds are seconds. If you encounter such a master of national martial arts without a gun, it is impossible to fight head-on!" The young man suddenly looked at it. Old Chen glanced at him: "You are also a master, how do you feel about your goal?"

　　 "I can't see it on the surface, could it be blown out? I think he is still a sucker!" Old Chen made no secret of his contempt.

　　 "But his big explosion at the Golden Tooth Birthday Banquet was done by everyone's eyelids." The young man was actually a little skeptical in his heart.

　　 "Could it be two people?" Old Chen guessed whether there was such a possibility.

"I even suspect that it was Jin Ya's deliberate arrangement to perform such a big show in front of everyone to eliminate accountability from the New York side. That fat guy sometimes treats himself harshly, and it is not surprising that he would do this. The only question now is, if it wasn’t for that person, who killed Fitch and the others? Was it Qifeng’s coffin face, or was Jinya doing the trick himself? If we can find out the truth, we can definitely kill Jinya. Fatty gets out of office!" The young man paused, and then exhorted: "Foreign devils, what cooperation they need, please try your best to satisfy them, and at the same time continue to investigate, you must clarify the truth. If you have evidence in hand, I immediately ask The New York side reported that when the time comes, we will come together to fight the Jinshan Group in one fell swoop."

　　 "Yes, I will try my best to do things, thank you, Shao, don't worry, this is guaranteed to be done." Old Chen stood up and bowed, and once again showed loyalty.

　　 Leaving Bicui Mansion.

　　 Old Chen did not drive the taxi he left in the parking lot outside, but instead drove an Audi A6.

　　 At this time, he is no longer the uncle driver who received a hundred dollars and thanked him during the day, but more like a successful person with a successful career. He drove the car slowly, making a half-circle around Dongshan and returning to his residence in Guanhu District.

　　Although it is not comparable to the villas of the Green Mansion, Lao Chen's house is also very luxuriously decorated.

　　 A duplex residence with four bedrooms and two living rooms.

　　 entered the door.

　　The oncoming rich and wealthy breath gives people a life-long effort, but it’s just so emotional...In order to renovate this house, Lao Chen worked hard and invested countless money. It took two years to finally achieve his wish.

　　 Old Chen likes to enjoy life. He is also a person who knows how to enjoy. He is very tasteful, but he is a little bit overwhelmed, and sometimes money can't keep up.

　　 But now, don’t worry about money anymore.

　　 Xie Shao is a very generous boss.

　　As long as things are done, there will be no difference in money, so they are right with him.

"How simple it is to receive two foreign devils, take back a big bag at the dock according to their requirements, then drive around Dongshan for two days, make a phone call, and you will get five million." Old Chen Zai He took out a bottle of wine from the small bar in the hall, poured himself a glass, and took a sip comfortably. He was very satisfied with his current life.

　　 "Only five million, you sold yourself. Isn't this too low price?" A voice suddenly rang behind Lao Chen.

　　 "Who?" Old Chen was taken aback.

　　 His reaction is extremely fast.

　　 The wine glass in his hand was thrown in the direction of the sound like lightning, and his body leaped forward at the same time.

　　 Three consecutive tumbling curves, sticking to the exquisite and elegant Persian carpet, the tall body rushed to the sofa, quickly picked up a nunchaku, then dexterously turned over the sofa, turned around, and looked at the sound target vigilantly.

　　 When Old Chen could see the visitor clearly, his pupils suddenly enlarged.

　　Because he found the young man who had been driving during the day.

　　 The brat who he calls the milky stinky.

　　 is standing in front of the wine cabinet now.

　　 was holding the cup he threw out in his hand. The wine in it didn't spill a single drop... Is this kid really a master of Chinese martial arts?

　　 Old Chen felt his scalp tingling, and now he finally believed that this seemingly harmless kid is really a master, and he can really kill Feige in seconds. It's just that this is your own home, how did this kid track down to his own home? Your own door is closed, insurance is also down, even a master of Chinese martial arts can't open it silently, right? It's weird! Of course, Lao Chen would never have thought that there is something called the source of hatred in the world. As long as it is touched a little bit, even if it runs to the moon, it will not escape its owner's tracking!

　　 "Who are you?" Old Chen pretended to be calm on the surface, and moved half a step to the side in secret. It is only the nunchaku, he is not sure, but he still has a pistol hidden in the hidden compartment of the mural, if he can take advantage of the opponent's paralysis and get the gun in his hand, then the whole situation can be reversed.

"I am the person you are looking for." Lin Dong gently put the glass down and placed it on the wine cabinet: "I originally admired your acting skills, but you wear too many shots, I didn't There is no way to doubt you."

　　 "What kind of lens? Where did I show the flaw?" Lao Chen was overjoyed, and he just delayed taking the gun. Do you think I'm going to eat it?

"First, you are not like a taxi driver at all. Your skin is too white. I have never seen a driver like you who go to work during the day." Lin Dong didn't care about the other's footsteps, and a smile line floated on the corner of his lips. "Second, you may not pay attention to the Dongshan accent that you deliberately imitated, which is a flaw. If you are a local, and the taxi you drive has'Shunda' written on it, this is impossible. Because outsiders drive the taxi. It's called Shunda, and the locals called Changda. These are two competing companies. You don't even know this. Do you dare to pretend to be a taxi driver?"

　　 "Are there any more?" Old Chen asked coldly.

"Of course, thirdly, the taxi you drove around Dongshan University's West Side Gate Street three times, at least five times refused to carry, is there anyone in the world driving a taxi like this? I know from the beginning, you deliberately Waiting for us. The most ridiculous thing is that you went to the Dongshan Zoo and you went the wrong way. You can’t even figure out the Dongshan|City|District. You pretended to be a taxi driver? I couldn’t help but laugh at that time! As for what White peacocks or sea lions are not performing at all. You can't even lie to two little girls and want to show off in front of me? I really should give you a prize for the most ignorant courage!" Lin Dong couldn't help laughing.

　　 "Hahaha..." Lao Chen also laughed wildly, laughing more powerfully than Lin Dong.

He finally knows now that this young man is far more professional than himself. His insight is really scary. Before getting in the car, he was seen through. What's more terrifying is that he fell into the other's trap without knowing it. .

　　 But it's a pity.

　　 This young man is too young, he has not experienced much in the world, and he is too confident in his kung fu!

　　 What kind of era is today? This is an era of hot weapons! There is nothing great about kung fu. Just come to an ordinary person and pull the trigger gently. With a small bullet, you can kill a kung fu master who has been practicing hard for 20 or 30 years.

　　 Thinking of this, Old Chen couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh wildly, laughing like a lunatic.

　　 "Huh?" Lin Dong looked at him strangely.

　　 "Are you finished?" Old Chen lifted the mural of "Tracker on the Volga" on the wall with one hand, and took out a pistol like lightning from the hidden compartment inside.

　　 He threw the nunchaku away, held the gun in both hands, and pointed the muzzle at Lin Dong. Confidence reappeared in Lao Chen’s face, and his eyes even revealed a kind of excitement and madness that reversed the overall situation: "Is it a master of national arts? What about a master of national arts? As long as I have a gun in hand, how can you know how to martial arts? Well? Do you think you can fly to the sky? If you don't talk so much nonsense, maybe you've got it, but you talk too much..."

　　 Lin Dong's expression is very indifferent.

　　 didn't seem to see the pistol in the opponent's hand.

　　 For the excited old Chen, Lin Dong kindly reminded him: "You are so excited, you forgot to turn on the insurance. This is a fatal mistake!"

Old Chen was startled. UU Read www.uukanshu.com hurriedly opened the insurance and loaded the bullet again: "What about now? Is there any nonsense about your Tema now? If not, just die for me!" Old After Chen finished speaking, he immediately squeezed the trigger of the pistol, preparing to kill this nasty enemy with a single shot. But at the moment his fingers were hard, his hands suddenly lightened, and the feeling of loss made Lao Chen feel astonished.

　　 He must be awkward, and suddenly found that the pistol had fallen into the opponent's hands somehow.

　　 was frightened suddenly.

Lin Dong looked at the Black Star's pistol over and over: "This gun is too old and too old. It is even more scumbag in terms of accuracy. I thought you would delay for a long time, and there would be good things to take out. I didn't expect It’s this kind of antique...but I was just looking for a pistol, and I accepted it casually. Finally, thank you for your Audi A6. Although you can also take a taxi, I suddenly felt that it would be more convenient to drive to Qinglong Gorge."

　　 Old Chen roared, jumped up, and rushed towards Lin Dong desperately.

　　 He decided to take his life for a gamble, betting that the opponent would not use a gun.

　　 Lin Dong did not shoot.

He calmly put the pistol in the storage ring, and then grabbed Lao Chen's neck with one hand, he would fall to death like a little mouse, first lifted it high, and then slammed the opponent's whole person to the floor... his head was shattered. Old Chen's liver and brain were smeared on the ground, and the blood stained his favorite Persian carpet during his lifetime.

　　 Five minutes later, the Audi A6 drove out of the Guanhu District and drove straight to Qinglong Gorge 30 kilometers away under the night.

　　 This seemingly long night is just the beginning.