Return to the Earth as a Bully

Puff puff!

The sound of bullets entering the flesh continued to sound, and one person fell down in the room!

As the last person with the gun fell, there were only middle-aged people and the president of the Black Dragon Guild with extremely ugly expressions left in the room!

"You, are you a man or a ghost? Where did we provoke you?" The middle-aged man said with fear in his eyes, with big sweat dripping down his forehead, looking at Zhang Ziling.

"Neither human nor ghost." Zhang Ziling smiled, "I just want to take your lives."

After that, the president of the Black Dragon Association burst open in the wheelchair, blood splashing on the middle-aged man's face.

"Ah!!! Ghost!" The middle-aged man was extremely irritated when he saw the president of the Black Dragon Association burst out for no reason, and he knocked over the bench and shrank to the corner and picked up his head.

"Ghost! Ghost! Don't come over!" The middle-aged man took out a pistol from his arms, closed his eyes and pulled the trigger randomly at Zhang Ziling.

Zhang Ziling looked at the hysterical middle-aged man in the corner, ignoring the bullet and walked to him with a smile, and blocked the muzzle with his index finger!

boom!

The middle-aged man pulled the trigger again, and the pistol exploded, directly breaking the middle-aged man's arm!

Zhang Ziling stretched out his hand to pinch the middle-aged man’s chin, looked into the middle-aged man’s eyes and asked, “Are you a drug supplier from the Black Dragon Club?”

Looking at Zhang Ziling's extremely beautiful face, the fear in the eyes of the middle-aged man was slow to dissipate, and the pain from his arms made him unable to think, and he could hardly hear Zhang Ziling's problem.

"Don't tell me?" Zhang Ziling smiled, pinched the middle-aged man's neck, lifted him up, and pressed him firmly against the wall.

"Yes, it's us." The middle-aged man said with a pale face and reluctantly, his arms had lost too much blood.

"Where is your headquarters?" Zhang Ziling slightly released the hand holding the middle-aged man's neck and asked with a smile.

"My eyebrow...he." The middle-aged man's tone was extremely weak.

"Very good." Zhang Ziling let go, letting the middle-aged man fall to the ground, lying on the ground.

"I like to do things thoroughly. Since you are the source, then I will remove the source."

Zhang Ziling didn't look at the middle-aged person anymore, turned and walked outside the door. Soon, Zhang Ziling's figure disappeared in the air, leaving the middle-aged man lying on the spot.

The middle-aged person has been completely immersed in a pool of blood, and the person has already passed out in pain. Look at the amount of blood loss. If you don't get timely treatment...

The middle-aged man is dead!

However, there is no living person in this casino, and no one can save him...

The Black Dragon Society... has since disappeared in Nanzhou.

...

The Meihe River Basin, also known as the Golden Triangle.

At the junction of Thailand, Myanmar and Laos!

A merchant ship was slowly traveling alone on the river.

"Little brother, why do you want to come here for a round?" The bearded old captain carefully steered the boat and asked Zhang Ziling next to him: "We who run the boat here are all running for our lives. The sky is dying on this river."

"Most of my crew and I are also accustomed to this life of licking blood on the edge of the knife, but I don't understand. You said you, a white and clean young man, why did you run into this smoky place?"

Zhang Ziling heard the old captain's words and smiled bitterly: "A friend of mine's father died because of this, let me have a look."

"Oh..." The old captain's eyes changed, and then he took the helm and sighed, "Your friend is a poor man, but in this place, people may die every day. I see too much."

"Young man, you are very mindful. There are not many people like you now." The old captain lit a cigarette, squinted his eyes and said, "I think back then, when I was young, I also ran a business on this river. I met those people..."

"Oh? How did the old man survive?" Zhang Ziling asked.

"It's a miracle that I survived..." The old captain spit out eye circles, as if recalling, "Back then, my colleagues and I were trapped on the boat, and then we jumped off the boat and tried to escape when the group of people were not paying attention. A group of people stood on the boat shooting machine guns..."

A trace of pain flashed in the old captain's eyes, "If a colleague hadn't blocked a shot for me, I would have been a dead soul."

"That time, I was the only one who survived."

"It was also that time, I decided to run a business here for the rest of my life."

Hearing the conversation of the old captain, Zhang Ziling's eyes narrowed, and a flash of red light flashed past.

"The captain is interested."

"Oh, what kind of intention is this." The old captain shook his head, "This is just to make atonement for me by myself for so long."

"Captain, we are in danger ahead." At this moment, a sailor walked in and said to the old captain.

"Yeah." The old captain nodded. "You pay attention."

Then the old captain looked ahead and said to Zhang Ziling behind him: "The watershed in front is where they often come and go. They often ask for protection from passing ships. If we are lucky, we will pass easily."

"Good luck?" Zhang Ziling asked doubtfully.

"Well, those people act entirely on their mood. Most of the time we meet them and we can pass by paying the money, but in some extreme cases, they will make fun of killing people." The old captain frowned and said: "We have been in these past few years. Several crew members of Huaxia ships died here."

As the old captain said, his expression suddenly changed.

"They're here! Boy, do you want to hide in the cabin?"

"No, I'll just look at them here." Zhang Ziling smiled at the corner of his mouth and looked up, only to see a small wooden boat slowly approaching here.

There is a propeller on the boat, and there are three people on the boat, each of them holding weapons.

Soon, the small wooden boat approached the merchant ship, and one person threw a rope hook to hang on to the merchant ship, and the three people climbed up.

The old captain and the crew of the merchant ship stood on the deck one after another, watching the three men tremblingly.

One of the short-haired men with sunglasses carried a machine gun and walked around in front of the crew, and then stopped in front of the old captain.

"The protection fee is one-tenth of the freight. Is the money ready?" The short-haired man took off his sunglasses and asked the old captain.

"Ready, ready." The old captain nodded repeatedly, and then asked a crew member to pick up a box of money, which contained about two hundred thousand.

"Go check the quantity of the goods." The short-haired young man opened the box and took a look, and then said to a bald guy with a tattoo on his face behind him.

"Yeah." The bald man nodded and walked into the cargo hold.

"Are you all here?" When the bald man walked into the cargo hold, the short-haired man asked the old captain again.

"Yes, yes, all the crew are here." The old captain wiped his sweat and said quickly.

"Yeah." The short-haired man nodded, chewing gum and scurrying around, leaving another tattooed man guarding the crew.

The old captain glanced at the crew present, his face changed suddenly, he did not see Zhang Ziling!

At this time, the old captain saw the short-haired young man walking towards the cockpit!

"Fucked! The young man didn't come out!" The old captain was secretly anxious. If the short-haired young man finds that there is still one person on the boat, the consequences...

"Hey! Honestly!" The tattooed man who stayed saw the old captain's expression change, frowned, and slammed the old captain's butt.

The old captain was stabbed by the **** of the rifle, and he dared not move.

He only hoped that Zhang Ziling had been in hiding.

But this time!

There was a gunshot in the cockpit!

The old captain suddenly appeared dead!

"It's over..."