Every night, Wei Guangxiong would go to Paramount's Paramount Dance Hall to play. Yang Hao took out a pocket watch from his pocket and looked at it.
It was around seven o'clock, and Wei Guangxiong had just entered the ballroom. Yang Hao thought for a moment and said,"“
Xiao Cai, prepare a carriage for me." Xiao Cai was naturally Manager Cai.
"Yes, Brother Hao."
When Yang Hao left the Shanghai Dance Hall, the car was already outside. Yang Hao thought for a moment and called the driver down.
He planned to drive there himself. The fewer people who knew about this, the better. Yang Hao got into the car and drove straight to the Hundred Music Dance Hall.
The Paramount Dance Hall was the headquarters of Paramount. It was only a few streets away from the Great Shanghai Dance Hall. After parking the car by the roadside, he said,
Yang Hao didn't get out of the car. Instead, he waited in the car. His plan was to kill Wei Guangxiong.
Just like that, Yang Hao waited from seven o'clock until two o'clock in the middle of the night.
During this period, Yang Hao took down the plate hanging on the car so that no one would recognize it.
Just as Yang Hao was about to give up, he finally saw a few people walking out of the ballroom. The one in the middle was Wei Guangxiong. Yang Hao looked at the people beside Wei Guangxiong and chatted warmly,
Yang Hao thought for a moment and finally decided to buy a skill, Spear Proficiency, from the system store. It only cost 50 points.
He could immediately learn how to use any gun and reach a certain level. After a while, Wei Guangxiong said,
He got into a car and drove straight ahead. Yang Hao quickly followed. Yang Hao was not in a hurry.
If he killed someone at the entrance of the Hundred Music Singing Hall, then he definitely wouldn't be able to escape. He could only wait on the way.
It was already past two o'clock in the middle of the night. There were still people on the street. Yang Hao drove the car and directly placed the gun through the windshield.
The three bullets were aimed at Wei Guangxiong's rear wheels and shattered Yang Hao's windshield.
It successfully pierced through Wei Guangxiong's rear tire. As soon as Wei Guangxiong's tire burst, the car made a 90-degree turn.
Yang Hao didn't stop. He stepped on the accelerator and slammed into Wei Guangxiong's car.
The two cars stopped after hitting the wall. Yang Hao sat in the driver's seat and used his submachine pistol bullets as if they were free.
One by one, the bullets hit the car opposite. In less than three seconds, 60 bullets had completely entered Wei Guangxiong's car.
Yang Hao did not go over to take a look. He placed the five high-explosive grenades in his car and left the car.
When they were about 50 meters away, Yang Hao tapped the fuel tank of the car with his newly reloaded pistol.
"Hong ~~~~ Hong ~~ Hong ~~.”
Yang Hao looked at the raging flames in the distance. If he still didn't die, then I would be speechless.
" Thump! You have completed the mission of killing Wei Guangxiong. You have received 100 energy points, 1 Constitution, 1 Soul, 1 Fist God Glove, and 100 EXP.”
Yang Hao (Current Situation)
level 8
Constitution: 8
Soul 6
[Free Attribute Points: 9]
Experience 70/90
[Energy Points: 520]
Looking at the rising flames, Yang Hao smiled and turned around. A door appeared in front of Yang Hao and he walked in.
Yang Hao had left the world of deep love and sealed it.
Last time, he had returned it, but this time, it seemed that he would not go back in a short period of time. That was why he had sealed this space.
Protagonist's Prop:
machine pistol
Frost Bullet
Two titanium daggers
A pair of electric shock gloves
RMB 100,000
Drooling medicine x10
Year 2200, one smartphone
Life Regeneration Pill x1
A piece of a paulette watch
One Fist God Glove
Yang Hao (Current Situation)
level 8
Constitution: 8
Soul 6
[Free Attribute Points: 9]
Experience 70/90
[Energy Points: 520]
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