"Huang Sheng, we have found out that someone spread the information about the ichthy and the dragon through the underground network, and there were mysterious people who spent 200 million yuan on the heads of the ichthy and the dragon."

"Two million." Mr. Huang sat on a rattan chair with a cup of tea in his hand, and a gray-faced old man sat beside him. After muttering, he turned his head and said to the old man beside him, "Do you know the value of this person? Old brother."

"I don't care whether he is 200 million or 2 billion, tell me how that fight happened?"

"Some people want to get a reward, some want to become famous, some want to make money while the chaos is in trouble, and some want to seek revenge. He took advantage of this series of factors to turn all the disadvantages into advantages."

A lot of data was placed on the table. Although the old man was unwilling to admit it, the facts made him feel helpless. He had already admitted in his heart that the code name Yulong was a monster. But his own people could not die in vain. The U organization and the Central Secret Service can be said to have the same lineage. His own people killed a lot of his own people, and someone always had to make up the debt. Since this Yulong belongs to U, then U naturally had to stand up.

"Old brother, you know too. U is not the final word for me alone. All countries have representatives. Compensation is certain, but I hope you can stop sending people to death." Mr. Huang added tea to the old man and said slowly: "Don't you believe me until now?"

If you believe it, of course. If you don’t believe it even after you reach this point, then he, the commander-in-chief, is over. But now the guys on his side are screaming to take revenge, and the arrows are on the strings, and several groups are even ready to set off to track the monkeys.

If I forget about this at this time, will the Central Special Service still do it in the future? Will his soldiers still be taken? But after reading so much information about the ichthy and dragon, he realized that the guy was simply a lunatic and would not give anyone any chance. No matter whether he was his own person or not, as long as he thought it was a threat, he would clean up.

For such a person, the best way is to ignore him. If you ignore him, you won’t make any mistakes. Why? Because he is lazy!

Don’t underestimate lazy people. Except for some exceptions, most lazy people are top figures. Although in Chicken Soup, diligence is the shortcut to success, the fact is like writing novels at Qidian. Some people have been writing for seven or eight years but they are a piece of ****, while others have won the title of gods. Talent is an ability more important than diligence. This is an indisputable fact, and most lazy people are the best among them.

"Old brother, why not..." Mr. Huang hesitated for a while: "What do you think?"

"Another 200 million reward."

In this way, the monkey's net worth became 400 million overnight, and the news that he was rewarded by two mysterious buyers in the underground world spread wildly. U, the Central Secret Service and even major organizations around the world knew about this news, and many people were eager to try and many people maintained an observation attitude.

The bounty that created the largest single record in the superpower world is actually enough to explain the situation. Although the order has not been issued, the people in the Central Secret Service have been quietly divided into two factions.

One faction advocates revenge and gets bounty, while the other faction gives up revenge. The two factions have their own opinions, their own reasons, they argue and constrain each other, and no one can do anything to each other. The originally grand and booming revenge movement was suppressed like this.

But except for the initiator, the only person who can see clearly is Zhang Tingwei, who is half-crazy. During this period, he locked himself in his room and studied this ichthyosaur crazily, flirting with the historical database about the task force that has been disbanded, flirting with the team leader ichthyosaur, flirting with the cases they have experienced and tasks they have done.

Until today, when he was collecting information, he discovered two reward orders that were at the top of the underground network, totaling 400 million US dollars, and he suddenly understood the causes and consequences here.

Just like a monk who was practicing ascetic suddenly realized, he rushed out of the room like crazy and broke into his teacher, General Liu Lianchang's room. Regardless of the fact that Mr. Huang was still sitting inside, he threw the emblem in his hand on the table.

"Ting Wei, are you?"

"Teacher, I'm here to resign." Zhang Tingwei's voice was hoarse and his face was full of stubble. He no longer had the style of that young Confucian general, but instead looked like a sloppy old man: "I have something I have to do."

"What must be done?"

"Yes, I need strength, I never knew what real strength is!"

"You..." Liu Lianchang frowned: "You want to take revenge?"

"Teacher, say goodbye."

After Zhang Tingwei finished speaking, he turned around and left, leaving behind a lonely and lonely back. Liu Lianchang just raised his hand and wanted him to stop him, but he slowly let it go the next moment.

He lowered his head and looked at the photo inlaid on the table glass. Zhang Tingwei in the photo was still a ten-year-old child with a shrewd look in his eyes.

After a long silence, he silently looked up at the ceiling and sighed: "Go..."

Zhang Tingwei left the Central Special Service, whom he originally wanted to give all his voice, and after walking out of the headquarters alone, he wandered in the dark streets in a downright outcry.

A top student in law, a successor who was trained by the key, and a commander recognized by everyone, was pressed to the ground by a gangster and poured his heart into his heart. He couldn't swallow his breath. He originally thought he had a chance to avenge his previous shame, but when the second wanted order and this series of news were revealed, his heart completely cold.

Immediately afterwards, the cooled heart quickly evaporated by the flames of hatred, and all desires were suppressed, except for the monkey... no, the face of the fish and dragon. He knew that he would definitely live in hatred for the rest of his life. This feeling of leaving anger made his eyes turn red, without a trace of human emotion, like a female wolf who lost her cub.

"Hey, that Asura over there, come here."

Zhang Tingwei heard the voice, but he did not realize that it was calling him. It was not until the second time that he realized that the person called Shura was him.

"Who are you?"

He turned around and looked at the handsome man standing under the French sycamore. The man looked about twenty-five or six years old, dressed in a very fashionable outfit, with a shiny earring, a skeleton pendant, and a leather jacket. He looked just an ordinary punk player.

"It doesn't matter who I am, it's just that you know who you are?"

"I……"

Zhang Tingwei paused, and wanted to draw the gun but found that his gun had been seized. Zhang Tingwei, who felt that his situation was in, squatted down without warning and cried. However, it was better to say that he was roaring and roaring unwillingly than crying.

"Asura, in Indian Buddhism, is a god who always lives in hatred, burns himself and others with flames. The more you suffer, the more you can cause greater harm to others. I have been paying attention to you for a long time." The man squatted beside Zhang Tingwei and looked at him with pity: "You are defeated, abandoned, and hurt. But you can't do anything, it's so pitiful."

"Shut up! Shut up!!!"

Zhang Tingwei reached out to grab the person in front of him, but he disappeared out of thin air and then appeared on the other side: "You have nothing, your weak power is insignificant, you can only be trampled to death like a wild dog."

"Who are you!"

"Do you know who you lost to?" The young man patted his head, took off his glasses and breathed, polished it with his sleeves and put it back: "It's so pitiful that you lost to someone you can't surpass."

"How do you know who you are?"

"Me? I... by the way, I forgot to introduce myself." He stood up and sorted out his clothes: "You can call me Naifen. Of course, this is also a code name."

"Who are you?"

"I'm the one who once knocked that person into the abyss."

"Help me! Help me! I want to take revenge!!!" Zhang Tingwei did not make any doubts when he heard this. He grabbed Naifeitian's trousers and begged: "As long as you help me avenge, I can give you whatever you want."

"Ha, what do you have?"

Zhang Tingwei stopped. He had nothing, was useless, his identity, reputation, status, and was beaten to pieces overnight. This is exactly why he had an epiphany. Except for absolute power, everything else is fake! It is all fake!!!

"Some things are meaningful only if you do them yourself, right?" Nafeitian fiddled with his hair: "Follow me, I'll give you what you want."

Zhang Tingwei stood up without even thinking about it. But Nafeitian didn't say anything, but just moved forward frivolously. His back made Zhang Tingwei even get goosebumps in Zhang Tingwei's eyes. This feeling seemed familiar. Yes! It seemed familiar, just like the man who made him want to break into pieces that night, the man who always appeared in his nightmare. These two people have the same aura. If the fish and dragon were evil ghosts, Nafeitian was a ghost, but the smell on them was the same!

"Why... why don't you go and win him off in person?" Zhang Tingwei asked gritted his teeth, "You can do it!"
Chapter completed!