I'm the big president

After drinking for three rounds and eating five flavors, Qin Yang discovered a small problem. The female bodyguard in camouflage uniform hadn't even touched a bite of the food since she was on the table. Kunlun mineral water.

"Brother Liang, it's understandable that these sisters don't drink, why don't they eat?"

Qin Yang asked casually, picked up the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp.

Liang Jinghong smiled lightly and said: "Axiu is a retired special soldier. Three of them have retired in total, and they are all staying in our company to take care of the security work. They have their own code of conduct when they do things, and they don't drink alcohol during working hours. I will not eat any non-brought food, I invited them here to sign an agreement, no one is allowed to interfere or question their working methods in any way, and they are responsible for protecting the safety of me and my family."

"Special Forces?"

Qin Yang narrowed his eyes and carefully looked at Axiu who was opposite. This woman had a kind of indifference that was different from ordinary people on her serious face, as if she was indifferent to everything around her. Mang, she is like a sharp knife hidden in its sheath, ready to draw blood from its sheath at any time.

Liang Jinghong seemed to have thought of something, and said with a smile: "I heard that brother Qin is also a master of kung fu. I wonder if you are interested in learning from Axiu?"

Qin Yang shook his head, and said with a sneer: "My little kung fu is nothing but a show, and it's okay to bully little hooligans at ordinary times, but it's not enough compared to special forces like Axiu. This point of self-knowledge I still have it."

Liang Jinghong smiled, took a sip from his wine glass, and said, "Brother, it's better to be humble, and it's better not to compare. Axiu's kung fu is all actual combat skills, and it's inevitable that you will hurt your muscles and bones when you use your hands."

Qin Yang picked up his glass and took a sip, and joked with a smile: "Rich people always lack a sense of security. A flat-headed boss like me doesn't have to worry about it at all. Walking on the street is also a little transparent. People don't care if they take a second glance." I can't be bothered to raise my eyelids."

Coach Fan laughed twice, and said: "Then you are wrong, your popularity is not low now, I advise you to wear a hat or mask when you go shopping, otherwise you will wait to be surrounded by people! "

"Uh!"

The smile on Qin Yang's face froze suddenly, and the wine glass in his hand also shook. He forgot that he is now a hot basketball star in China. Although he is a grassroots player, his influence has far exceeded that of ordinary stars. Standing shoulder to shoulder with first- and second-tier stars will undoubtedly cause some troubles in his future life. He doesn't want to be a star who is sought after by others.

Liang Jinghong patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "It's not a bad thing to be famous, it depends on how you use it to become a resource in your hand. If you make good use of it, it's a lot of wealth..."

puff!
A soft sound interrupted Liang Jinghong's words, and the smile on his face froze instantly. A small ball of bright red blood appeared on the chest of his beige shirt, and it was spreading around at a very fast speed. In a blink of an eye, the blood soaked his little body. Half of the body, shocking.

call!Axiu, who reacted in time, stretched out her hand to support Liang Jinghong's lying body, raised her head and looked directly at the window glass on the left, and said through gritted teeth, "The shooter is in the office building opposite, the one with the yellow curtains!"

Qin Yang followed the direction her gaze was pointing at, and indeed saw a finger-sized round hole on the top of the window glass on the left. He didn't want to think about anything else at the moment, and opened his mouth and yelled softly: "Ka!" One hundred seconds.

……

Liang Jinghong sat back to his original position, and the blood on his chest disappeared without a trace. He took a sip from the wine glass in his hand, and said with a smile: "Brother, you are humble, it's better if you don't compare. Axiu's kung fu is all actual combat skills. Hands will inevitably hurt the bones."

Qin Yang turned his head and glanced at the window glass on the left, which was intact. He took a sip from his glass and said, "Rich people always lack a sense of security. Bosses with flat hair like me don't have to worry about it at all. Walking on the street The top is also a little transparent, and people don’t bother to raise their eyelids if they glance at it more.” As soon as he finished speaking, he dipped a finger in the wine, quickly wrote a few words on the table, and made a fool of Liang Jinghong again. Wink.

Liang Jinghong glanced at the handwriting on the table, his face changed slightly, but he said: "Eat slowly, I'll go to the bathroom." Before he finished speaking, he got up from his seat and walked quickly to the door of the private room.

Qin Yang Shi Shiran stood up and said with a smile: "If you drink too much wine, you have to pay the water bill. I'll go and relax too." While talking, he hurried to Liang Jinghong's side and beat him up. With a gesture, he opened the door and walked out quickly.

Liang Jinghong had already reached the safe area. Qin Yang went downstairs and exited the hotel gate as fast as he could, and walked straight to an office building opposite. He walked to the glass door of the office building, pushed the door lightly with his hand, and walked in quickly.

It is already eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, the office building is quiet and silent, the front desk lights are on, and no one can be seen. Qin Yang didn't take the elevator, but went upstairs directly from the steps. He didn't know who wanted Liang Jinghong's life. Can not ignore.

Before Qin Yang entered the office building, he had calculated that the room with the yellow curtains was the third from the left on the fourth floor, and his view was obliquely facing the window of the private room where he had dinner just now. If the murderer didn't notice anything unusual, he would have waited for Liang Jinghong to come back from 'going to the bathroom'. Do it, as long as you catch him, everything will be revealed.

When he reached the fourth floor, Qin Yang stopped to estimate the location and walked lightly to the door of the third office from the left. He reached out and took off a knuckle from his belt to put it on. Good decoration, you can also take it out for self-defense at critical times.

Standing at the door, Qin Yang took a deep breath, kicked the office door open, and at the moment the door was kicked open, he said in a low voice: "Sure!"

Ten seconds!

Ten seconds was not long enough for Qin Yang to see everything in front of him clearly. He saw two men in black tights standing side by side at the window. One faced the open door, pulled the trigger of a pistol with a silencer in his hand, there was a small stagnant spark in the muzzle, and a bullet emerged from the center of the spark with a small tip. If it weren't for the timing spell, this The bullet had already hit the door and entered Brother Qin.

"Your uncle!"

Qin Yang was startled, and quickly turned sideways to let the gun go, and rushed to the man in black with a stride, and punched him on the neck with his fist.

Bang!
The moment when the fist hit the man in black's neck, the flow of time resumed, and Qin Yang heard a soft sound in his ear, poof!The bullet fired from the muzzle of the man in black hit the powder wall outside the gate, kicking up a little dust. The next second, he received a heavy punch on the neck and fainted to the ground with a muffled groan.

The man in black squatting at the window turned his head and took a look. He put down his gun and pulled out a short knife from his waist. The blade was dark and thick, with a deep blood groove in the center and a row of serrations on the spine. A lethal weapon.

Qin Yang took half a step back, stretched his right fist slightly forward in a defensive posture, and asked in a deep voice, "Tell me, who told you to come here?"

The man in black gave him a cold look, leaped forward and slashed at his throat with a knife.