Urban Hidden Dragon

Shunsuke Iyama was so frightened that he trembled.

Suddenly turned back.

I saw a man sitting on the table on the side of the theme room, smoking a cigarette with a joking expression on his face.

Shunsuke Iyama dodged and rummaged through a pile of clothes nearby to find a gun.

Turning around, he was facing the man.

"who are you?"

"Someone who can help you."

Shunsuke Iyama stared at the man, and passed the muzzle of the gun forward in his hand, his eyes showing a sharpness that was different from before.

"Get out of here! Otherwise, don't blame me for killing you!"

The man was sitting on the table with his hands in his pockets and a cigarette in his mouth. He looked lazy and said, "Your leg was broken when you were fighting for power with Jushan Jianwu, right? I've seen your resume, and I learned a lot from small pieces." You, you have studied abroad for several years, your mother..."

boom!

There was smoke from the muzzle.

"To shut up!"

Shunsuke Iyama gasped.

There was a dark bullet hole in the wall twenty centimeters to the left of the man's head.

Shunsuke Iyama stared at the man not far away.

When he fired just now.

There was no trace of emotion on the other party's face.

His eyes are deep, and his face still has an incomprehensible smile.

Shunsuke Iyama's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and an invisible sense of oppression emanated from that person's body, making him feel a little suffocated.

The man acted as if nothing had happened.

He picked his ears and continued with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Your mother used to be a young reporter. When your father got your mother, his methods were not very honorable. Your mother had a tough personality and never received a penny from your father. Even so, you two have always been influenced by others. of bullying, so your childhood is black and white compared to other people's colorful childhoods.

But your father liked you very much and taught you a lot. After he died, his will emphasized that you should control % of his property. Kengo Iyama, who had been with your father since childhood, broke a leg, and your mother died in a car accident because she saved you, right? "

"I told you to shut up!"

Shunsuke Iyama raised his gun and shot the man not far away.

This time it was aimed at the head.

The man tilted his head.

He slowly turned around and picked his ears.

There was a dark bullet hole directly behind his head.

"It's not bad. You're just pretending to play songs every night. Your marksmanship and marksmanship haven't fallen off at all. Are you still thinking about revenge in your heart?"

Shunsuke Iyama looked at the man not far away, bent over, panting, the hand holding the gun shaking, and the other hand silently placed on the lower back.

The man opposite saw this and smiled, "I can kill you at least ten times before you kill me with your darts."

A ball of sweat formed in Shunsuke Iyama's palm.

The man in front of him made him feel even more stressed, and the pressure made him almost breathless.

"who are you?"

"Help your people!"

Shunsuke Iyama said coldly, "There is no free lunch in the world, and no one will willingly help someone without expecting anything in return."

The man sitting on the table smiled and said, "You are one-sided. There are many people like this. Parents with normal minds and licking emperors with abnormal minds can do this."

"Then which one are you?"

The man shrugged, holding a cigarette in his mouth, "I'm the one you put in your mouth."

"what would you like?"

"Do you know about the living dead?"

Junjie Jushan stared at Wang Han and said simply, "I know."

Wang Han continued, "You come to take Jushan Jianwu's place and continue to obey the orders of the living dead."

Shunsuke Iyama frowned and sneered, "Since you know the living dead, you should know the horror of the living dead. Why do you think you can kill a vice president?"

"I am the new vice-president of the Living Dead Asia region, is that enough?"

Wang Han held a card in his hand that proved the identity of the upper class of the living dead.

Shunsuke Iyama's expression changed drastically for the first time.

The originally decadent face began to transform little by little, and the decadence slowly faded away like a callus.

Like a hungry wolf with glowing green eyes staring at a piece of flesh.

"you?

If I'm not mistaken, you came to me because Iruyama Kengo tripped you up, right? But you've seen what I'm like. You can't even fight Juyama Kengo, and you still want to fight him with me as a dragster? "

Wang Han held a cigarette and said, "Why belittle yourself? Jushan Jianwu is disobedient and wants to bite me. I will find someone who won't bite me to replace him!"

Shunsuke Iyama sneered, "Why do you think you will win?"

"Because my name is Wang Han!"

"Wang...Wang Han?" Shunsuke Jushan felt that the name was familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.

Shunsuke Iyama thought for a long time, "This name sounds familiar. If the Living Dead wants you to be the vice president, which company is behind you?"

"There are a lot of people behind me, including Hancheng."

"Haunting City?" Shunsuke Iyama suddenly seemed to realize something after hearing this name.

"You are the King of Fighters!"

After his thoughts came to this point, Junjie Jushan seemed to think of something again, "Wang Han? Wang Han, the new red leader of the Holy Light Religion? No, didn't he die in a plane crash?"

"Did you see it with your own eyes?"

Junjie Jushan stared at Wang Han.

He seemed to have thought of something, "When your plane had an accident, was it Kengo Iyama who tampered with it on the plane?"

Wang Han held a cigarette in his mouth and clapped his hands, "Okay, I'm not stupid. It's not like my trip was in vain."

Junjie Jushan sat down limping and stared at Wang Han.

"But this is Jushan Kengo's territory. Why do you think you can overthrow Jushan Kengo on his territory?"

Wang Han took out a handful of melon seeds from his pocket and ate them, "Can you put on your pants before we talk? Don't look at me with three eyes."

Shunsuke Iyama pulled over his pants and put them on together.

"He is the vice-president. If you kill him, what will happen to the living dead?"

Wang Han lit another cigarette, "From the moment Jushan Jianwu wanted to kill me, I didn't need to explain anything. The headquarters of the living dead only needed to wait for my notification. Of course, the living dead still miss Jushan. Jianwu’s property and power can be used by anyone who lives in the mountains, and so can you.”

Shunsuke Iyama put on his coat, "What do you want to do?"

Wang Han laughed and said, "Why don't you tell me what you think! After working hard for so many years, I don't believe you don't have any ideas!"

Jushan Shunsuke stared at Wang Han, "Since you can find me, you must know what kind of business Jushan Jianwu has in his hands. Among the five sections of his business, there are two presidents because my father had something before his death. Entrusted, so we still have contact with me secretly, one of the other three presidents can instigate rebellion, and the remaining two, if something happens suddenly, it will be fine."

Wang Han glanced at the time and said, "In half an hour, you and the one who can instigate rebellion will have a supper together. The other two will leave this world peacefully before dawn."

Shunsuke Iyama was suddenly shocked.

Throat rolls up and down.

Staring at the man not far away, as if staring at a ferocious beast crawling out of the darkness, Shunsuke Iyama was both frightened and excited.

"Go on."

"There are two forces in Jushan Jianwu's hands, one is the people of the living dead, and the other is his own power."

Wang Han glanced at his phone, then smiled at Junjie Jushan.

"Before dawn, only my people and yours are left."

Shunsuke Iyama's body was shaking.

On the one hand it's excitement.

On the other hand, it completely comes from the sense of oppression of the young man in front of me.

Wang Han stood up slowly and smiled at Shunsuke Jushan, "Should we set off now to have supper with the president, or should we finish the unfinished meal before going?"

"Going right now!"

Wang Han stood on the street and lit a cigarette.

Looking at the bustling streets and alleys.

The cell phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated. When he took it out, he found that it was a call from the old pope.

Wang Han was a little surprised, but he still answered the phone, half joking and half cliche.

"You always figured that I would have time right now?"

The old pope seemed relieved and smiled for some reason, "Follow the Lord's instructions."

Du Juan, secretary-general of the Living Dead in the distance, drove over and signaled to Wang Han that all the Living Dead members gather together.

"I have some things to deal with first."

"it is good!"

hang up the phone.

Wang Han slapped Yuan Miaomiao, "Stop playing with your phone and get in the car!"

Yuan Miaomiao rubbed the back of his head, "Brother Han, some people in the domestic arena were overjoyed to hear the news that something had happened to you, but it's so fucking annoying! Look at this Spring and Autumn Thatched Cottage, this Mu family, and these people from before. The family that hunted you down all set off firecrackers to celebrate."

Wang Han glanced at it.

Everyone really seems to be celebrating the New Year.

Wang Han joked, "The flavor of the New Year is getting weaker and weaker now. If I can help these dogs regain the feeling of celebrating the New Year, it can be regarded as a good thing."

Naturally, Yuan Miaomiao did not have Wang Han's mentality, and immediately threw himself into fighting with those people.

He just said that Wang Han was not dead.

Someone jumped out immediately.

"Wang Han's filial son is here to cleanse your father again? Why are you so crazy on the Internet instead of burning incense and kowtowing to your father?"

"Everyone, please forgive him. After all, his master is dead. Oh, no, Wang Han is his father. His father is dead, so the dead one is the bigger one!"

"Why didn't you die with me? Didn't Wang Han take you with him when he died?"

"I'll set off another big firecracker to celebrate!"

"Isn't this bitch Wang Han a bullshit saint? How can a saint still die?"

"Just listen to their nonsense! If he were a saint, I would still be Dou Di!"

Just when everyone was making a lot of noise.

Someone suddenly posted, "The Holy Light Religion issued a statement that the red-clothed leader Wang Han is safe and sound!"

After Yuan Miaomiao saw the post, she immediately turned her head to let Wang Han take a look.

Wang Han's eyes were cold.

"Boost!"

Then he made another phone call.

"Get ready to take action!"

After making the call, Wang Han turned off the phone directly.

...

Kengo Iyama, who had fought for several rounds, was lying among several women.

The vibrating cell phone made Kengo Jushan wake up with anger, and found that it was a call from Merck.

As soon as he got through the phone, Merck spoke concisely and to the point.

"Wang Han is going to kill you!"

After Isuyama Kengo was stunned for several seconds, he seemed to wake up and asked, "Kill me?"

"He is not dead. When I called him before, he was not in the service area. Now when I call him, it says it is turned off. As far as I know, his phone has never been turned off before. It is turned off at this juncture just to not answer my call. What am I talking about? You should understand.

This young man is like a terrifying Eastern dragon. Once angered, the consequences will be disastrous. Run away. "

Jushan Jianwu clutched his cell phone with a ferocious expression on his face.

"Killing me on my territory? Mr. Merck, do you look down upon me too much, or do you look down upon me too much..."

The phone hangs up suddenly.

Ikuyama Kengo glanced at his phone.

I found that there was no signal.

It’s almost a matter of front and rear feet.

Suddenly there was a piercing siren outside.