At 1:45 pm, the rooftop of Greentown Building.

Chacai was lying between the bunkers on the rooftop and observed the situation in COSCO Square through the scope on the sniper rifle.

Chachai used a US-made m11o semi-automatic sniper rifle with an effective range of 1 ooo meter. His sniper position was only 83 o meter away from the center of the temporary ribbon cutting platform. Chachai firmly believed that he was absolutely sure to shoot a bloody eye on the target's eyebrows.

He has never missed such a task.

Time passed by second by second. From the scope, he saw the target walking onto the ribbon cutting table, shook hands and greetings with the guests participating in the ribbon cutting, and checked the guns of the guesses and kept locking his eyebrows.

At two o'clock, the target stood in the middle and was ready to cut the ribbon.

It's time to send him to the Pure Land at the highest moment of his life. This is the usual style of conduct. Who said that mercenaries are killing machines? He is a person with romantic factors.

"It's noon, you lie on the roof with your butt sticking out, aren't you afraid of heat?" Just as he was about to pull the trigger and end the mission, a slightly immature voice suddenly rang behind him!

Cha Guai was shocked! As a veteran who broke out in the rain of bullets, he was very alert. This alertness that was tempered at the critical moment of life and death has saved his life countless times. But this time, a person came behind him so quietly, but it did not arouse his slightest alertness!

What a guess, he is worthy of being the King of Thailand. Without any preparation, he suddenly supported his hands backwards, and his body bounced back like lightning with the force of support. In the moment he jumped into the air, he pulled out his pistol from his boots, pulled the trigger desperately, and fired bullets in the direction of the sound source!

He doesn't expect this round of shooting to hit the opponent, as long as he can force the opponent to be in a hurry and have no time to attack him. You know, on the battlefield, it is definitely a life-and-death situation!

"Puff puff puff puff puff..." The sound of the pistol with a silencer shooting was like being covered with a cotton condom, and it was almost impossible to catch it without listening carefully. In the afterglow of his eyes, he seemed to see the figure as if he had twisted a few times, but he was still standing in place without moving his footsteps.

After Chachao landed, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. The psychological pressure brought by facing the enemy and facing the enemy is incomparable.

However, when he saw the appearance of the person in front of him, he was so surprised that he almost turned down from the rooftop!

Go to his Savadika machine, this mysterious existence that easily approaches him is actually a child who is still stinky? Looking at his pretty baby face, he is still childish, and he is only sixteen or seventeen years old at most! It is said that China is hidden and crunched tiger, which is a forbidden area for mercenaries. However, can a child with a young age and a half be so powerful? I don’t believe anything!

"The reaction is pretty good, but the marksmanship is too poor." The boy smiled and was full of cuteness. "I'll introduce myself. My name is Zhao Dezhu, which means that I can cover it no matter what the scene is."

"What? The marksmanship is too bad?" Chacha's inner anger instantly burned. His biggest reliance on the mercenary world was his marksmanship. If we talk about shooting skills alone, he was confident that he could rank among the top twenty in the world. This bastard who had not even grown all the hairs dared to despise the things he was proud of! It was tolerant, but who would not be able to bear it!

"Go to die!" Chacha pulled the trigger, and the bullet erupted with his anger. Three bullets shot away in a series of electric bullets in a font shape!

These three bullets almost blocked all Zhao Dezhu's dodging angles. I guess it is enough to turn this kid into a dead person!

Wait, what the hell is this? The moment the bullet approached Zhao Dezhu's body, his upper body twisted again! It seemed to move, but it didn't move. Cha Guai felt dizzy in his mind, and he seemed to see several afterimages...

"Bang bang bang..." The bullet hit the wall not far behind Zhao Dezhu, making a crisp sound of metal and stone collision.

"What's going on... This kid didn't move, and the bullet didn't change its running trajectory, so why didn't he hit it? Could it be... this kid is a legendary ghost?" Chacha suddenly felt a chill on his back.

"I'm not a ghost. The reason why the bullet can't hit me is because I dodge too fast, so fast that I can't see you," Zhao Dezhu seemed to know what this guy was thinking, and smiled and said, "You are just half-baked shooting skills, it's okay to deal with ordinary people, but it's too far from dealing with me."

This young man who seems to be harmless is actually powerful enough to avoid bullets? I guess that there are indeed such masters in this world, and there are many. However, people as young as Zhao Dezhu have never seen them before!

"Why did you... come to me? Are you the one invited by Zhongmao?" Chachai didn't dare to act rashly anymore.

"I don't want to do anything. No one in this world can force me. Zhongmao, I don't have the right to invite me," Zhao Dezhu smiled even more happily: "I'm looking for you purely because I'm short of money, so I want to exchange your head for some pocket money. That's all."

Cha Guess almost choked, I'll go to you, Sawadika, if you lack pocket money, come and take my head and think I'm a piece of paper. Is it good that he is the King of Thailand's soldiers?

"Chief!" Cha Chai scolded and opened fire again at Zhao Dezhu!

But... Zhao Dezhu came over to the bullet, and Chacha once again became dizzy due to the distortion of space caused by the extreme degree. He watched Zhao Dezhu come to him in front of him with a gun, waved his hand gently... and then, he fainted...

Half an hour later, the criminal policeman who received the call went to the rooftop of Greentown Building and saw the following scene: A man in a camouflage uniform lay in a pool of blood, his head missing... An American m11o sniper rifle, a standard pistol, and several bullets were left at the scene... What puzzled the criminal police were that they used the most advanced on-site inspection methods, but no other person appeared on the rooftop... Not to mention footprints, they did not even leave a hair.

After cutting off the head of the Thai soldier King Chachai, Zhao Dezhu quickly contacted the international bounty organization through the Internet. After verifying the authenticity of the head, the other party was happy and quickly transferred 1.50,000 US dollars to Zhao Dezhu's designated account. Of course, they also wanted to find out who this mysterious hunter was. However, even if they sent the top international hackers, they could not track down Zhao Dezhu's location. In their eyes, this person seemed to have never appeared on the Internet, erasing all traces.

For Zhao Dezhu, whether on the Internet or in reality, hidden traces are small cases. As long as he is unwilling to be exposed, no one can find even a trace of clues.

He earned 150,000 US dollars without any effort. Zhao Dezhu was in a good mood. When he checked in the hotel, he teased the beautiful front desk girl, which made the big girl feel coquettish.

I slept beautifully in the noble presidential suite for one night. The next morning, Zhao Dezhu called Jiang Yuancheng. Although there was no Jiang Yuancheng's contact information, it was too simple for Zhao Dezhu to find his number.

The phone suddenly rang, which scared Jiang Yuancheng, who was working at the desk. At his level, there were special people to deal with the matter of connecting to the phone. It can be said that there are very few people who know his private number. He frowned and looked at the display screen of the phone. It was displayed on it.

"Hello, I'm Jiang Yuancheng. Who are you?" Jiang Yuancheng answered the phone in confusion. His mobile phone had an automatic blocking function, and he couldn't make a mess of calls. How did this person do it?

"Xiao Jiang, it's not that I criticized you. I think you really can't do anything," a slightly immature voice came, but his tone was quite old-fashioned. "Has Mr. Liu contacted you? He clearly told me that he asked you to pick you up the plane. I've been there for a day, why haven't you heard about you?"

Little... Little Jiang? Jiang Yuanchenggui is one of the three richest people in Songhai City. He is now fifty years old. Even when Mayor Songhai sees him, he has to call him "President Jiang". Who is this? How dare he call him "Little Jiang"? Wait, Butler Liu... This little kid mentioned Butler Liu... Could it be that the legendary shocking young master of Zhaomen came? But, Butler Liu clearly said that the young master came out two months later!

Jiang Yuancheng, who was used to countless big scenes, had a sweat on his forehead. Although he was rich and prosperous in the secular world, he was full of glory. But Jiang Yuancheng knew very well that he had achieved his current achievements by relying on the towering tree of Zhao's family. To put it bluntly, he was a chess piece and a servant of the Zhao sect in the secular world. All his wealth belongs to the Zhao sect. Although he is rich and noble now, as long as the Zhao sect is dissatisfied with him one day, he will be penniless in minutes and even disappear forever. This young master is famous within the family and is said to be the most outstanding genius of the Zhao sect in the past five hundred years, and bears the heavy responsibility of the Zhao sect's revival.

With the influence of the young master in the Zhao Sect, as long as he speaks hard, it will be enough to determine his life and death. Butler Liu clearly warned him that this young master is famous for his playboy, not afraid of heaven and earth, and acts entirely on his personal preferences, which makes him even beat his own uncle. If the young master is really here and he is neglected... the consequences...

"May I ask... are you... young master?" Jiang Yuancheng asked respectfully while wiping his sweat. The little secretary at the door was surprised and his mouth was about to crack. Mr. Jiang was domineering and resolute in the industry and was nicknamed "Jiang Laohu". When did he see him begging who he looked down on?
Chapter completed!