Zhao Ziyang returned to Chinatown and immediately walked towards Zhao Zhengrong's Sichuan restaurant. He wanted to see Zhao Zhengrong to confirm his guess.

It was already three o'clock in the morning, and most of the shops in Chinatown were closed. Only some entertainment venues and 24-hour convenience stores still had lights on.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Zhao Ziyang slapped the door of the Sichuan restaurant hard and shouted loudly: "Brother Zhao, Brother Zhao!"

Zhao Zhengrong inside seemed to be fast asleep and there was no movement at all.

"Bang bang bang!" Zhao Ziyang knocked on the door with greater strength again, shouting even louder.

"Who is it?" Zhao Zhengrong's voice came from the second floor of the Sichuan restaurant. His voice was loud and full of anger as if someone had woken him up from his sleep.

With a "crash", the window was opened by Zhao Zhengrong, who was naked from the waist up, and he shouted dissatisfiedly at Zhao Ziyang: "Who is it? You are calling for a soul, right?"

Looking up at Zhao Zhengrong with a sleepy face, Zhao Ziyang smiled at him.

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

"Oh, Zhao Ziyang, I told you that you can't talk about anything until dawn, and you have to play ghost knocking on doors in the middle of the night?" Zhao Zhengrong's tone became a little better, but he still retracted his head dissatisfied.

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

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

"I'm telling you, if you hadn't been a soldier, I wouldn't have opened the door." Zhao Zhengrong said to Zhao Ziyang dissatisfied. He reached out and took out half a box of cigarettes from the bar, lit one and started smoking.

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

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

The second floor is his bedroom. The door of the bedroom is open, so it would be wrong to let Zhao Ziyang sneak into his bedroom. Lying on his bed is a naked buttless pony. Although he is a widower, he is looking for a woman to vent his lust at night.

It's normal, but it's so bad and embarrassing for others to see such private things!

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

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

"Hey, brother, what are you doing, arresting rape? The British police don't care about this, so why don't you think of yourself as a police officer?" Zhao Zhengrong quickly closed the door with an embarrassed look on his face and scolded Zhao Ziyang.

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

"Brother Zhao, let me speak frankly." Zhao Ziyang took out the bullet casing and put it in front of Zhao Zhengrong, staring into his eyes and said: "I met a sniper while racing just now, but I didn't find it.

He only found an SVD sniper rifle left behind and this cartridge case."

This was already obvious. He, Zhao Ziyang, came over in the middle of the night and took out the bullet casings, clearly suspecting that the sniper was Zhao Zhengrong.

First, Zhao Zhengrong is a veteran, and a very outstanding and powerful veteran; second, Lu Dilong’s men smashed his place and beat his son yesterday afternoon; third, moving around in several years has shown that Zhao Zhengrong

What are he avoiding? Fourthly, if he doesn't want to be troubled anymore, 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 immediately, and there will be no future troubles.

Another point is that Zhao Zhengrong had reason to do this. A sniper of this level would not even bother to assassinate Lu Dilong. Even if he had enemies, he could only afford to hire a third-rate killer.

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

This is so awesome, it can even pull a sniper on your head.

"It's not doubt, but certainty." Zhao Ziyang put the warhead in Zhao Zhengrong's hand and said: "Your right shoulder is obviously much thicker than your left shoulder, and there is also a thin layer of calluses. This is due to being shot by sniper rifles all year round.

It is formed by the recoil of the rifle, and ordinary rifles cannot form this kind of shoulder. In addition, the scars on your body tell me that they were not formed in a battle. The scars are old and new, and you must be still fighting after you retire. Finally

That is, the warhead you use is a high-explosive warhead, and the gunpowder in the cartridge case is cylindrical gunpowder. Changing the contact surface of the cylindrical gunpowder speeds up the burning speed, controls the generation of the highest pressure chamber, and forms a rapid burning type of pistol gunpowder. Otherwise, it is not enough to activate the high-explosive warhead.

."

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

"I said Zhao Ziyang, you are right, but how can you associate me with a sniper?" Zhao Zhengrong shook his head and continued: "I tell you the truth, I have been talking to that big pony piston at night.

Movement, besides, although I know how to change the friction surface of the columnar gunpowder, can I go out and kill people at night?"

What Zhao Zhengrong said is true. It would be nice to ride a big horse hard at night. Why do you fight and kill? He is now a serious businessman, a boss and a chef. There are seniors and juniors. He wants to live quietly.

Really, otherwise how could he endure the arrogance of those little bastards who collect protection fees?

"Hehe..." Zhao Ziyang sniffed and said to him as if he was just you: "Brother Zhao, 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 sights. Today’s snipers pursue the accuracy of killing with one hit, and no one will give up the use of optical sights.”

"Damn, you're just relying on me, aren't you?" Zhao Zhengrong slapped his head and shouted at Zhao Ziyang: "Chengchengcheng, just think it's me who's fine, you go back and hug your little girl and play with me, I

I still need to cuddle my golden cat to sleep for a while, let’s go for a walk!”

Zhao Zhengrong pushed Zhao Ziyang out with an impatient expression. What did he think was wrong? It turned out that this kid was suspicious and found him. It was so unlucky for him that no good thing happened to him. He was implicated in the murder and arson.

On myself.

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

"Damn, that's my girl, what do you want to do!" Zhao Zhengrong cursed loudly, rushed in, stopped Zhao Ziyang with both hands, blocked his sight, and prevented him from seeing the naked butt of the big man on his bed.

.

This little girl belongs to you, and you can only see your own things!

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

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

"Hehe..." Zhao Ziyang chuckled, pointed at 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 only one who can't play bad is the exhausted cow.

The plowed field is not your wife anyway."

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

With a "bang" sound, Zhao Zhengrong punched Zhao Ziyang in the lower abdomen, knocking Zhao Ziyang back two steps and slamming into the door.

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

"Hu", Zhao Zhengrong's fist struck again and hit Zhao Ziyang's smiling face.

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

"Whoa!" The scream of the wind came, and the saber with a faint bloodthirsty light slashed towards Zhao Zhengrong's forehead.

Zhao Zhengrong quickly retreated back to avoid the knife.

The blade scraped against Zhao Zhengrong's skin. Although there was no contact, the pain from the wind of the knife still made Zhao Zhengrong feel like he was facing a formidable enemy.

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

With a "swish" sound, a glass of water was poured on the girl's face, but the blonde girl was still sleeping.

"Damn it!" Zhao Zhengrong cursed fiercely, sat down on the bed and stopped talking.

This woman did not fall asleep, but took medicine and fell into the muddy water. She could not hear anything from the outside world, and she did not feel anything when cold water was poured 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, if you didn't leave the smell of hot pot, I definitely wouldn't know it was you, but the smell you left behind is very familiar to any Chinese."

The smell of hot pot, which is spread all over China, is indeed very familiar. Foreigners may not know what it smells like, but Zhao Ziyang knows it very well. Zhao Zhengrong, who stays in restaurants all day long, must have a smell on his body. Apart from that smell,

The smell of Zhongyouyan hot pot is nothing else, after all, he is now the owner and chef of a Sichuan restaurant.

"Okay, you are a very clever kid." Zhao Zhengrong lit a cigarette, gave Zhao Ziyang a thumbs up and said, "You can even tell whether 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 was your perfectly concealed loud voice that told me there is something wrong with this woman, because no one would sleep like this."

Zhao Zhengrong was stunned, and shook his head with a wry smile. In fact, his plan was perfect, but he was very unfortunate to meet a fellow who was used to hot pot, and this fellow was very shameless, knowing that there was a naked girl in his bedroom.

You still want to break in, what a bastard!

"I am the sniper." Zhao Zhengrong admitted with a bachelor's degree. He chewed on the handle of his cigarette and raised his head and said to Zhao Ziyang: "I want peace and 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 spread from Zhao Zhengrong's body, and this aura was mixed with a substantial aura of killing, making people imagine bloody scenes when they smell it.
Chapter completed!