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"Bisji, what's Batra's number?"

After the airship landed, while waiting for the bus outside the airport, Jing Yang took out his cell phone and shook it at Bisji.

The castle was in a remote location, and it took them a long time on Batra's special car to get there. Jingyang chatted with Xiaodi Bisiji along the way, but he still didn't remember the specific journey.

Even the nearest airship airport was extremely deserted. Jing Yang looked around and saw that the vast expanse was filled with wasteland. Except for the buildings related to the airport and train station, there was almost no human habitation within dozens of kilometers. Jing Yang didn't know why the airport and station were here.

Bisji put on a white windbreaker to cover her broken arm that had just grown back to the elbow. She was speechless when she heard this and said: "You are too much for a great philanthropist who gave you 800 billion and an ancient castle." Don’t you care?”

"What a great philanthropist. I earn a lot from my own abilities."

"No need to call, I remember the route to the castle. - The car is here."

Just as he was talking, two cars without license plates came and stopped in front of everyone. Among them, the brand-new pickup truck driver was a capable and silent man in a suit. He threw the keys over after getting out of the car.

Bisji caught it with his left hand, flicked it back, and signaled Xiaodi to hand over the prepared bag of money. The man in the suit opened the zipper and counted briefly before turning around and getting into the back seat of another car. Boom - gone away.

Kurapika took the key and opened the back door of the pickup truck.

"You must be holding it back."

Jing Yang took out his belt and threw it into the truck.

The belt turned into a ball of white light in mid-air, surged and twisted, turned into a pale tiger, and landed heavily in the truck compartment. It was Wu Er. The big tiger paced twice in the carriage and then lay down, lying prone and looking out the door.

Jingyang, Xiaodi, Kurapika, and Men Qi got into the car one after another, while Bisij went to the passenger seat.

"call out--"

Jing Yang suddenly leaned out of the carriage, whistled to the sky, then closed the door, patted the carriage, and shouted: "Master, let's go."

Madge, who was in the driver's seat, looked expressionless, started the ignition, and the truck ejected and started.

The rock bird that was circling in the sky saw the pickup truck starting to leave the airport. It quickly flapped its wings and followed it. It quickly got in through the open passenger window and was played with by Bisij twice with one hand and thrown back.

Under the guidance of Bisji, the co-pilot, Madge stepped on the accelerator and drove away without a trace.

…

More than half a year ago, it was already late at night when Jing Yang and the three of them arrived at the remote ancient castle in Batra's special car. This time, the small truck was full of sparks and lightning. When the castle was in sight, the sun was setting on the horizon of the wasteland, and it was still dusk. .

This ancient city was built on the mountain, as if the top of the hill in front of everyone was carved into a castle, seamlessly. The mountain below is the passage into the mountain and into the city, but now the heavy iron gate at the entrance of the passage is closed tightly, and the pickup truck slowly stops.

Madge drove all the way without any change in her expression. She turned to observe the sunset and mountain scenery outside the car window.

"identity?"

The small square screen on the side of the door suddenly lit up, and a calm and serious man's voice came out.

Bisij pulled down the passenger window, glanced at the serious face of the beret-wearing soldier with a mustache on the access control screen, and said without looking back: "Jing Yang, your security captain."

"ah?"

Jing Yang took a quick look in the back car, and then remembered that it was the security guard originally hired by Batra in the castle, "Oh, it's Saba..."

"Sabaz," the beret mustache reminded. He obviously recognized Jing Yang's face. After a pause, he gestured left and right on the monitor screen, then looked directly at the screen and said, " Welcome back, I’ll open the door to welcome you.”

Beep, the screen goes off.

In the carriage, Kurapika frowned slightly, took Jingyang's arm, and whispered in his ear: "Be careful. You and Xiaodi should have never left the castle theoretically, but he is not surprised at all when you come back from outside..."

Beep, click, click, the iron door in front of the pickup truck slowly opened.

Jing Yang nodded and opened the carriage door halfway, "Bisji, can you drive?" he asked.

…

The mountain gate was wide open, and the pickup truck slowly drove in. On the way, shadows of one small and two large swished out of the half-open door. Ma Qi and Xiao Di jumped out of the car at a speed that the camera could hardly capture, and flew up the mountain as if they were walking on flat ground. Above their heads was a small gray bird, the rock sparrow, guiding them.

Under the dusk and sunset, the two "former" Phantom Troupe members were like two phantoms, clinging to the wall and quietly taking a shortcut towards the ancient castle on the top of the mountain.

On the other side, the small truck stopped, Bisji turned off the engine and opened the door. Jing Yang, "Xiao Di" and Men Qi also filed out from behind the car. Men Qi stretched out his body, glanced up, and said with a smile: "I'm so willing to give such a wonderful ancient city to you directly."

There was a winding staircase on the mountain wall, and a team of security team members led by a beret with a mustache were slowly walking down to welcome the return of the owner of the castle.

"Yes, slowly, slowly..."

The scene of the two parties meeting was framed by a pair of telescopes. Behind a window at a suitable angle high up in the ancient castle, Gan Shu held a telescope in one hand and observed the speed at which Jing Yang, Sabazxi and others met with each other.

And his other hand stretched out behind him, giving a thumbs up, and it was closely connected with the thumbs of the other two bomb demons. As long as they shouted the keyword, they could instantly detonate Sabazxi and others. The telekinesis bomb has already been installed on his body.

Just a little closer, a little closer...

The best result is to blow up Jing Yang and others to death, so that Gan Shu and the others can calmly take out the hundreds of billions of assets obtained from the wealthy Batra from Jing Yang's mouth.

However, if Jing Yang and others were all killed, then...how should I put it, even if Jing Yang and others were not killed.

Anyway, Gan Shu and the other three have deposited all the Greedy Island game consoles in the cellar at the Youkesin Auction, a total of thirty game consoles, and several of them are even completely clean and unoccupied. In the auction, at least 10 billion Ring Ni can be sold.

If the 30 game consoles are successfully auctioned one after another, Gan Shu and the others will be able to obtain at least two to three hundred billion yuan.

And even if they do nothing, even if they are idle every day, they can wait for billions or tens of billions of auction proceeds to be automatically transferred to their accounts after the annual Youxin auction.

If Jing Yang's 800 billion can be obtained, it will be an unexpected blessing. If they are accidentally blown up, then even each other's luck will not be very good - no matter what the situation, Gan Shu and the other three can accept it. .

It could be seen through the telescope that Sabazxi and others had descended the stairs and joined Jing Yang and others in front of the car. Sabazxi saluted hurriedly, seeming to be saying something to Jing Yang.

"Hmph, it's too late to tell the truth now. Let's start detonating——"

Gan Shu sneered, casually confessed to the other two, and shouted, "'Solution——'"

Before he could say the word "release", he immediately realized something was wrong. There was no movement from the other two people.

Gan Shu turned around suddenly and saw a thin red mark on the necks of his two bomb demon companions. The pupils in their eyes were blurry. An invisible thought thread circled around their necks, and their heads fell off. Falling, blood gushed out like a waterfall from the broken neck, covering the figure of Ma Qi who was holding the thread of thought and falling to the ground... The world was spinning in front of his eyes, and Gan Shu found that he had fallen outside the castle window, but he was still standing by the window from his chest and abdomen down. …

The belated buzz of the chain saw reached his ears. Looking at the black-haired girl with glasses hanging on one arm from the top of the castle window, Gan Shu completely lost consciousness.

At an angle that is not easy to detect in the distant background, a splash of blood flew by the castle. Gan Shu's upper body was cut off by the chain saw and fell off the cliff. Jing Yang patted the beret's mustache with his hand and comforted him: "Hey , Hey! If you want the bomb on your back to disappear, just explain the whole story clearly, do you understand me?"

Three strands of deathly energy, both cold and hot, hit his heart, and Jing Yang smiled slightly.

If someone kills someone in self-defense, it's not considered a breach of contract.

Death Qi +3

Thank you, Bomb Demon.