Chapter 384

At the port in light rain, shipping containers stood like a forest.

A black Cadillac drove from afar and slowly stopped.

Just at this moment, several tall bodyguards got out.

When they saw the figure in front, they immediately stepped forward and said, "Where is the stuff?"

"Are you talking about this?"

Taking out the diamonds from his pocket, Zhang Cheng opened them.

Standing in the rain, both sides started the transaction just like that.

Opening the money case, a man looked at Zhang Cheng and said, "Here is the five million dollars you wanted!"

"Thank you for your generosity!"

Taking the money case, Zhang Cheng turned and left directly.

And watching this scene, Tiger, who was in the distance, used his communicator and said, "Take him out, get the money back!"

"Yes, boss!"

Hearing Tiger's words, the bodyguard who was preparing to shoot instantly fell to the ground.

Without looking back, walking towards the distance, Zhang Cheng coldly raised his eyebrows and said, "Take them all out!"

"Da-da, da-da-da!"

Holding assault rifles and rushing out, the Kriegers were continuously advancing forward.

"Damn it, that guy has other men!"

Explaining to Tiger on the phone, the bodyguards' faces were full of panic at this moment.

And amidst the powerful firepower suppression, the bodyguards all fell to the ground.

Arriving in front of the car, Krieger took out the plastic explosive and then installed a "detonator" trigger.

"Boom!"

As the thumb activated the button, a violent explosion resounded through the sky.

Silently opening the car door, Zhang Cheng looked at this scene in the distance, his mouth curling into a cold smile.

Black eating black—don't they know that in this line of work, he is the grandmaster?

But just as Zhang Cheng's business here was finished, Tiger in the distance also discovered something was wrong.

Because a truck was driving towards him.

"Boom!"

Under the violent collision, the car rolled over continuously.

And just when everything seemed to have calmed down, Tiger struggled to open the car door, wanting to crawl out from inside.

But before he could leave, a gun was pointed at the back of his head.

"Bang!"

Firing cleanly and neatly, after Krieger finished all this, he took a hand grenade from his waist and threw it on the ground.

"Boom!"

Amidst the burning of hot flames, Krieger gradually walked into the darkness, as if he had never appeared.

Picking up his phone, Zhang Cheng looked at the text message on it, and his mouth gradually rose.

Because the trouble had been completely resolved!

Thinking of this, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but feel happy, but at the same time, he also felt a headache, because what should be done about these diamonds worth seven million?

"Forget it, the boat will naturally sink when it reaches the bridge. Wouldn't it be better to eat one fish two ways then?"

Revealing a smile, Zhang Cheng was preparing to drive away.

But just at this moment, intense gunfire rang out not far away.

Listening to this surging firepower, Zhang Cheng froze on the spot in the next second and said, "No, there are others trading too?"

Thinking of this, Zhang Cheng immediately drove over.

Since they chose to trade here, both sides were definitely not good people.

After all, who does things that can't see the light of day!

Just like him, Zhang Cheng—if it wasn't black eating black, why would he choose to be here!

After arriving at a nearby location, Zhang Cheng saw two teams of people desperately "greeting" each other!

"CIA people?"

Picking up his binoculars, after Zhang Cheng realized the identity of one group, he couldn't help but raise a smile.

Because he didn't expect to meet "colleagues" here!

However, compared to the CIA, the other party's numbers were obviously a bit higher, and their firepower was even fiercer.

"Da-da-da!"

Sweeping with submachine guns, the people who came to trade were already preparing to retreat.

But in the next second, an agent prepared to rush out to attract firepower to create an opportunity.

But the moment he poked his head out, he was turned into a beehive.

Watching their companion fall, the CIA agents couldn't help but feel a wave of fear.

Because how much money do they earn in a month? Is it worth fighting so hard? "Squeak squeak squeak!"

The sound of tires rubbing rang out, and the people trading ran away in an instant.

Watching the other party leave, Zhang Cheng cracked melon seeds on the container and said, "Really impressive, being able to escape from the CIA's hands!"

But just as Zhang Cheng was thinking, the phone rang.

In the silent darkness, the abrupt sound immediately made the CIA agents, who were currently regretting, feel suspicious.

And just at this moment, Zhang Cheng hurriedly picked up his phone, looked at the caller ID, and said, "Hello, Chen Ying, why are you calling me in the middle of the night?"

"I wanted to tell you to remember to bring the documents tomorrow morning. It seems they are going to select people to go to the FBI!"

In her warm home, Chen Ying sat on the sofa drinking coffee.

But after listening to Chen Ying's words, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but say, "I know, thank you!"

Turning his head to look not far away, Zhang Cheng looked at the CIA agents coming over with Glocks, and he wanted to curse at this moment.

Because who knew Chen Ying would call him in the middle of the night!

"Come out, we see you!"

Pointing his gun forward, an agent had just finished speaking when he saw someone jump down from above.

"Bang!"

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Backhanding the CIA agent in front of him unconscious, Zhang Cheng immediately turned and fled.

One must know that he didn't bring any disguise to trade today, all for the sake of "silencing"!

But who could have thought that just watching a show would almost get himself involved!

It really is hard to be a bystander!

At the corner, Zhang Cheng happened to run into a black agent.

And before the other party could react, Zhang Cheng immediately grabbed the other party's neck and gave it a fierce twist.

Because the other party saw his face, so he absolutely couldn't be left alive!

Collapsing to the ground, the black agent also didn't expect that he had escaped the gunfight, but died in the hands of "Melon-Eating Zhang"!

In the pitch-black night, the captain, who was holding the communicator, looked at the lack of reply and couldn't help but roar, "Fuck, fuck!"

In the drizzling rain,

When the people trading were driving away, they saw someone in the light wearing a black trench coat and a gas mask.

Looking at this scene in astonishment, the driver thought it was someone playing "roleplay" in the middle of the night.

But he didn't expect the other party to raise a grenade launcher from behind.

"Oh, shit!"

Unable to help but curse angrily, the driver hadn't had time to react before he was blown into the sky by a grenade.

"Boom!"

The car slid on the ground, sparking a burst of fire.

And at the same time, Kriegers holding assault rifles appeared on both sides of the road and started firing wildly at the convoy.

Accompanied by whistling bullets, those who had escaped the CIA's hands ultimately fell on the road.

Not long after, when Zhang Cheng, who had rushed over, appeared holding a black umbrella, a Krieger stepped forward carrying a box.

Looking at the information inside about the European "violent" organization, Zhang Cheng squinted his eyes and said, "Really interesting! Should I say it's worthy of being the CIA's method?"

But in the next second, Zhang Cheng casually threw the information into the fire.

Because these things, to him, had no use at all.

Turning and blending into the darkness, Zhang Cheng smoked a cigarette and said, "Clean it up, don't leave any trouble!"

Hearing Zhang Cheng's words, the Kriegers took out the engineer shovels from behind them, clearly having made preparations!

The next day, arriving early at the New York Police Station,

Vincent was talking to someone about something, but it was very unpleasant.

Looking at this scene, Zhang Cheng said, "What's wrong?"

"The CIA was attacked in New York yesterday, and it hasn't been cleared up yet, so the pressure is on us again!"

Sighing helplessly, Chen Ying and Jane were both speechless.

Because you are doing things here and got beaten up, how can you have the nerve to complain to the local police station?

Zhang Cheng: That person they are talking about, wouldn't it be me?

(End of chapter)