I really don't want to be a male god

Chapter 70 070. The Hidden Corner

When reading Gao Yu's memory, Zhang Fan saw a huge garbage disposal plant, where Gao Yu grew up when he was a child.

Now he has integrated all the underground forces in Modu, and built a real "outlaw place" in the garbage disposal plant.

Do you want to go to the garbage disposal site to find him?

That place belonged to Gao Yu in name, but actually secretly received the support and protection of Gao's family. There might even be many hidden stakes that even Gao Yu didn't know about.
No wonder the system thoughtfully prepared the "Professional Hidden Concealment Skill", which told him to go quietly and not to startle the enemy.

"Then let's go and take a look." There was no better entry point for the time being. With Nie Dong on the company's side, Zhang Fan decided to go to the "lawless place" in person to find out.

After greeting Nie Dong, Zhang Fan took a taxi to the car wash and drove the chariot that he had experienced the speed and passion with.

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It was about two hours after Zhang Fan drove out from the car wash and finished his lunch. During these two hours, he had been driving around the suburbs, wandering aimlessly.

But his eyes would always look to the left side mirror from time to time, and he found that he was being followed.

He didn't know when he started being followed, maybe it was just now, maybe he was followed a long time ago but he never found out.

Stalking and anti-stalking are one of the knowledge points of "Hidden and Concealment Skills". If this skill didn't give him a strong anti-reconnaissance awareness, he might not even notice the fact that he was being followed.

An unremarkable black Santana was mixed in the traffic, following him at a distance of less than 500 meters, never far or close.

He tried to accelerate and decelerate, and the black Santana accelerated and decelerated.

Zhang Fan tried to drive the car onto a suburban road with few cars, accelerated all the way and finally got rid of the black Santana, but not long after he slowed down, the car followed him again.

The other party must have some means to locate his car, and he must be a skilled tracker, at least a professional driver.

Being able to easily keep up with a full-speed Porsche with a Santana is not easy in itself.

Zhang Fan stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and after confirming that the black Santana had been thrown away for a long distance, he parked the car on the side of the road and got into the green forest beside the suburban road.

Estimating the time, Zhang Fan ran towards the rear of the Porsche for a certain distance, found a pile of dead leaves and buried his whole body in it.

With the blessing of skills, his concealment methods are not inferior to those of special forces fighting in the field.

The terrain he chose was a raised highland in the green forest, and the dead leaves in autumn are the best concealing materials.

With his whole body lying on the high ground, he burrowed into the thick pile of fallen leaves, just in a position to observe the road outside.

But looking into the green forest from the road, nothing could be seen at all.

Zhang Fan's eyes were fixed on the exposed watch on his wrist, and he calculated that the time was almost up. When he looked up, he saw the black Santana driving towards him.

As he expected, the owner of the black Santana was able to locate Zhang Fan's Porsche 911, and he accurately parked the car on the side of the road not far from Zhang Fan's parking spot.

Zhang Fan activated the "Spiritual Perception Skill", and his mental power instantly enveloped a 200-meter radius, which happened to include the black Santana.

Obviously, this distance was estimated by him.

"Why is it him?" Engulfed by mental power, when Zhang Fan saw the people in the car, Luo Yexia frowned tightly, and countless questions suddenly appeared in his heart.

But Zhang Fan didn't know what the other party's motive was for following him, and he wasn't sure that he could be dealt with.

So he chose to continue to wait patiently in the fallen leaves like a poisonous snake staring at its prey.

Patience itself is one of the most critical qualities of "hiding and concealing".

A full hour passed, the sky was getting late, and the mottled afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the fallen leaves on Zhang Fan's body, making them all golden.

The strong man sitting in Santanari finally couldn't bear it any longer. He opened the car door and inspected the surrounding environment with hawk-like eyes in extreme vigilance.

For him, being vigilant at all times is a necessary professional quality for a "sharp shooter". With this excellent quality, he has avoided countless assassinations and pursuits.

A gust of cool autumn wind blew by, rolling up a few leaves in the green forest, and the dark-skinned burly man subconsciously put his hands into his arms.

The fallen leaves danced in the wind, turning the ground golden.

"Am I too nervous? He's just a normal guy."

Finding nothing abnormal, the burly man relaxed, took out his cell phone to look at it, and walked forward along the side of the road.

He wanted to check whether Zhang Fan's car was still there. There had been no movement for an hour. Could something have happened?
Every movement of the dark-skinned burly man was clearly observed by Zhang Fan under the "spiritual perception".

It's a pity that the willpower of the strong man is too strong, and Zhang Fan still can't detect his thoughts.

Not long after the strong man left, Zhang Fan moved. The distance between the two cars was only 500 meters, and he didn't have much time left.

His speed was very fast, like an arrow leaving the string, the moment he ran out, the leaves in the green forest were flying all over the sky.

Open the door, turn the key, start the car, and step on the accelerator, all in one go.

He came up with this plan after he saw that the strong black man hadn't pulled out the car keys under his "spiritual perception". In fact, he originally planned to ambush first, and wait for the people in the car to get off and take advantage of the opportunity to subdue him.

But knowing that the codename of the person in the car was "Gun God", he did not act rashly.

Could it be that "Gun God" doesn't have a gun?

Moreover, the gun of the black "gun god" will never be the red-tasseled gun of the "white horse spear". Mary said that he can shoot quickly and accurately.

Zhang Fan didn't want to take the risk of verifying the truth of what Mary said.

He planned to drive this Santana and leave. The Porsche didn't leave the car keys for the strong black man, so he wouldn't run to catch up, would he?

It's a pity that the Porsche that Zhang Fan has experienced a lot with has to be left behind.

Santana is a car with manual transmission. Put down the handbrake and pull the gear lever. Zhang Fan stepped on the accelerator of this old-looking Santana, and the pointer soared to 150 mph in an instant.

Now he finally knows why this guy can always catch up with his Porsche with a Santana. This is not an ordinary Santana, it is clearly a "Gotham Chariot" that looks like Santana .

The modified engine let out a heroic hiss in an instant, and Zhang Fan drove the black Santana like a whirlwind and galloped past the strong black man.

"FUCK!"

Under the "spiritual perception", Zhang Fan saw the strong man cursed, then raised his wrist, and fired several shots at him as he was speeding past.

The special-made pistol in his hand was equipped with a silencer, and the sound of the bullet ejected was not loud, but when the bullet hit the car, Zhang Fan felt the car jolt, but the bullet did not enter, but was shot by the old Santana. blocked.

It's still bulletproof?This is a big profit!
The strong black man had no murderous intention towards Zhang Fan, and those shots were purely out of anger. Otherwise, with his shooting skills, it would not be difficult to blow out the tires in an instant.

(End of this chapter)