I, a Saiyan, cultivate immortality in the world of Nine Uncles

Liao Yunna took out the internal address book, searched it, and compared it and found that it belonged to the old K. She couldn't help but said in shock: "You mean, the old K went to find Lin Yun at that time, and was murdered by Lin Yun."

She continued to think along this line of thought, and then continued: "It is very possible that Old K's account authority was controlled by Lin Yun, and he deleted your undercover record through the account. But why did you do this? You obviously rescued Lin Yun's family, but he still murdered you and Old K?"

Fang Shengyun hesitated for a while, but still decided not to tell about the one billion meter gold. He had a premonition that planning such a huge fund must not be decided by one or two people. If it is exposed too early, it will be more dangerous to him.

He said: "You need to explore the matter of Lin Yun yourself, and I will keep in touch with you."

After speaking, he turned and ran into the depths of the alley.

Liao Yunna shouted anxiously: "How can you contact me without my phone number?"

Fang Shengyun, who was running, held up a wallet and replied without looking back: "I got it a long time ago. Thank you for your wallet. I will pay your credit card bill for you."

"Bastard, don't overdraw too much. If you get caught, don't implicate me." Liao Yunna stomped on the spot angrily, waiting for Fang Shengyun's figure to disappear into the darkness, she stood there in a daze.

There is a lot of evidence for what the other party said, especially the mobile phone text message is the biggest proof, but obviously, Old K’s mobile phone must not be found, and he has to go back and apply for a communication service provider’s cooperative investigation order. I just don’t know why Lin Yun took such a big risk. There must be a big problem.

Thinking of this, Liao Yunna picked up the pistol parts on the ground and put them away, turned around and walked quickly to the parking lot.
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Fang Shengyun left the dark alley, and disguised his face again. This time he was a middle-aged man with glasses. His slightly fat cheeks were very different from Fang Shengyun's real face.

He used Liao Yunna's credit card to open a room in the black hotel, washed himself comfortably, and then lay down on the bed and fell asleep peacefully.

A few hours later, the sky was just slightly bright, and Fang Shengyun, who was refreshed, got up and left the hotel.

Next, he did some shopping in the nearby shopping mall, and returned to the Hei Hotel with large and small shopping bags.

There were a lot of things on the bed in the hotel room, and he started to work.

The inexplicable memory allowed him to skillfully transform a large pile of objects into strange-shaped weapons, a sword handle made of twisted wire, a sharp double-edged table knife, and a large number of small blades with only blades.

Holding this strange long sword, a lot of exquisite sword moves appeared in Fang Shengyun's mind. He even believed that even if he didn't have the legendary internal strength, he could deal with most dangers with these sword moves and his increasingly agile physical fitness.

The shooting technique originally learned by the police academy has become a bit tasteless now. Fang Shengyun feels that in close-range urban combat, using a hidden weapon is even more powerful than a pistol, and it will not make a sound to alert others.

After getting everything ready, Fang Shengyun put the long sword into a violin case, and walked out of the room with the hidden weapon.

The matter of clearing up his grievances has already begun, but Fang Shengyun not only wants to get back his identity, but also wants to find out about the billion-dollar gold.

At present, it seems that Lin Yun and Mad Dog are two insiders. There are police officers on Lin Yun's side at any time, and it is not convenient to do anything for the time being. Mad Dog is different. No one will care about his life or death if he is a gangster.

Moreover, compared to Lin Yun, Fang Shengyun hated the mad dog who wanted to kill him even more. With hatred, he got into a taxi and drove towards Jinhua District.

More than half an hour later, the taxi stopped outside a dilapidated shack in Jinhua District, and the kind driver said: "It's not a good place, you should be careful, don't let those South Asians get hurt."

Under the persuasion of the driver, Fang Shengyun smiled slightly, walked down with the violin case, and strode towards the shanty town.

Carrying a violin case and wearing glasses, he looked quite educated and out of tune with this place, but walked into the shanty town calmly.

A large group of dark-skinned African and South Asian illegal immigrants came out of the shantytown, surrounded Fang Shengyun, and kept making fun of him.

"Look! Here comes a fiddler."

"Boss, do you want some goods? The goods here are very pure."

"This guy dares to come to us, and he will find a few people to rob him later."

These people spoke awkward Chinese, but there was a fierce look in their eyes.

Surrounded by them, Fang Shengyun walked to a small two-story building and shouted, "Mad Dog, I'm here to find you. Tyrannosaurus and Xiaoma said they missed you very much and asked you to accompany them."

In an instant, the crowd stopped making noise, and some timid ones simply left and hid.

The atmosphere in the entire shantytown was instantly suppressed, and a large group of black-skinned men with sticks and machetes rushed out from every corner.

Mad Dog stood on the second floor of the small building, rubbed his head and said with a sinister smile: "Where is the waste, you dare to come to Panyun to help make trouble, just to say this to you, don't even think about leaving here alive today."

Facing nearly a hundred thugs wielding murder weapons, Fang Shengyun felt confident that he had never felt before.

He wiped it on his face, restored his original appearance, and said to the mad dog upstairs: "Baldhead, I have long disliked you. Aren't you going to kill me? Today we will not stop dying." At this moment, the ferocity that had been subtle during the two years of undercover work was suddenly revealed.

The mad dog's pupils shrank slightly. It turned out to be this guy. He didn't expect that he would dare to come to die. He immediately raised his voice: "Kill him, no matter who it is, we will reward you with 50 yuan."

In this slum-like shantytown, it has always been a place outside the law. Usually, some people would dare to take risks for thousands of dollars. Now that Mad Dog is offering a reward of 50 for his life, many people who are not from the Panyun Gang are eager to try.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Fang Shengyun rushed out quickly, every part of his hands, feet and body could be used as weapons to attack, and even cut a passage through the blocking crowd.

Even so, there was still an endless stream of black-skinned thugs rushing over desperately, and the entire alley was almost crowded with these people.

Countless machetes and sticks slashed down, and Fang Shengyun used the violin box to block and fight back during the intensive attack.

Next, the assailant couldn't help but took out a pistol and tried to shoot.

Fang Shengyun, who was watching all directions and listening to all directions, suddenly became extremely vigilant, took advantage of the situation, rolled a few times and disappeared into the crowd.

Bang, bang. Several gunshots were fired, all hitting the black-skinned murderers who surrounded Fang Shengyun.

"Where did he go?"

"Find him quickly!"

Amid the shouts, a violin case flew into the sky, and then the sword flashed, and a hand with a pistol fell to the ground.

Beside the wailing murderer with his broken arm in his arms, Fang Shengyun, holding a sharp sword, stood alone like a peerless swordsman.

At this moment, with the sword in hand, the world is invincible.