Chapter 390 Z.H (1)

"I want Lisa, please send a car to my ranch."

Parker's employment time is not short, but this is the first time he encounters such a request from a guest, so he hesitated a bit, "Um~ If Mr. Yang likes 'Lisa', you can sign an agreement, and our club will take good care of it."

Yang Cheng waved his hand, "You know what I mean, how much does it cost to buy 'Lisa', you can discuss it with your superior, I'll wait for you here, I believe your superior is more flexible than you."

Parker replied with a wry smile, "Then please wait a moment, Mr. Yang, I'll ask the manager right away."

Naturally, there will be no twists and turns in the final result. The club will not offend a top member like Yang Cheng for a horse. Besides, Yang Cheng is not robbed by force, and the money he should pay will not be less. "Sha" has earned a lot of profit, and everyone gets what they need.

After spending a leisurely and warm weekend at the ranch, and returning to the bitingly cold Big Apple, Yang Cheng appeared in an elegant linen gray plaid suit on a decadent street in Brooklyn, looking up at the building in front of him. Pointing to a room on the top floor of a three-story building that was blackened by smoke and fire, Andrew asked, who was full of vigilance, "Are you sure you didn't take the wrong place? That Z.H lives in a place like this?"

Hansen and Andrew led the bodyguard team to keep an eye on the situation around them. They couldn't help but be careless. This neighborhood is a gathering place for gangsters. It's not much worse than the famous "Hell's Kitchen". Well, when Andrew drove the car to this street, Hansen was in a bad mood, and his heart was already in his throat.

Although they are powerful, it is not difficult for a small team to wipe out a gangster if given enough weapons on a wide battlefield, but this is a city, they do not have powerful weapons to attack fortified areas, and secondly, they have Yang Cheng, the "oily man" "Bottle" is still the "oil bottle" under the key protection, even if you have all-powerful abilities, you can't use it.

Andrew bared his big white teeth, and his already dark complexion felt a little darker, "Boss, although I really want to say that we went wrong, but yes! The address on the note is definitely here."

Compared to Hansen's nervousness, Yang Cheng looked extremely relaxed. She had time to straighten her suit before snapping her fingers and saying, "Let's go then, let's meet this worldly expert."

Andrew was in the front, Hansen was in the back, and the rest of the bodyguards were scattered a few meters away. The last three floors were like going to the execution ground, with one step and three stops, and Yang Cheng cooperated very well. cautious.

After finally going through the 'twists and turns' to reach the top floor of the small building, Yang Cheng looked at the iron gate in front of him with a strange expression on his face, and there was a drawing of a skull on it.

Originally a simple skeleton would not make Yang Cheng show an absurd expression, but this skeleton uses some kind of perspective painting method to show the appearance of the skeleton covered with flesh skin, is it hard to understand? Yang Cheng also felt speechless. He didn't know why, but he felt that this skull portrait should be that Z.H himself. It was really weird to carve his own portrait on the door in the way of a skull.

He raised his chin to ask Andrew, who was in front of him, to call the door. He lowered his head and glanced at the musty-smelling garbage in the corridor. Amazing work of art.

"Kangdang~"

"Stubble~"

"Fuck, I have no money, so if you don't want to die, just rush in!"

Yang Cheng and Hansen looked at each other, what's going on? Isn't it just knocking on the door? Why is it the sound of the bed board collapsing again? There was actually the sound of a violent gun being loaded!

Hansen, who reacted the fastest, blocked Yang Cheng behind him with a gun, and shouted through the door, "Mr. Z.H, we are friends who admire your paintings, and there is no malice. Please put away your guns to avoid accidental fire."

The scene was full of horror, and the muzzles of the 4 black holes were aimed straight at the iron gate with the skull picture. Hansen's shout did not get any response, just when Hansen was hesitating whether to cover Yang Cheng and retreat first, "Squeak Ga" sounded.

. .

The iron door was pushed open from the inside to the outside with a gap, and a few strands of yellow hair that looked like hot dry noodles were exposed first, followed by an ancient well without waves, even with a trace of empty, emotionless eyes flashing out slowly , if you put white powder and lipstick on it, it will look like a realistic version of "clown".

Hansen lowered the muzzle of the gun, indicating that he had no malicious intentions, and stepped forward to talk, "Mr. Z.H? Our boss came here for the name, and he has no intention of harm. Please rest assured."

Yang Cheng has been hiding behind to witness all this, and now is not the time for him to step forward, only to see that the iron door opens a little bit wider, half of Z.H's face is exposed, and the deep-sunken eye sockets like a skeleton are really frightening All of them were together, and there was no trace of blood on their skinny faces. The entire group of dead people was 99% similar to the skull picture painted on the iron gate.

Hansen pressed his hands back, motioned everyone to move their guns away, and said again, "Mr. Z.H, please believe in our sincerity. I just accidentally found out about your existence through a painting, so I came here to visit you~"

He was interrupted by Z.H before he finished speaking, his voice was clean and full of air, it was hard to imagine that such contradictory things happened to the same person, "How did you know me?"

Yang Cheng separated from the bodyguards and came forward, with a warm smile on her face, she nodded slightly and said, "I'm Jason Yang, you can call me Jason, although this is not very honorable, but I'm from Dejia's bath~ female one In the painting, I found your name."

Z.H didn't respond to Yang Cheng's overtures, and just mocked, "So they found out that the painting is fake?"

Yang Cheng froze for a moment, and asked in confusion, "Who are they?"

"Wait, aren't you with them?" Z.H's words are very confusing, and some of the prefaces are inconsistent, but with Yang Cheng's intelligence, associating with everything that happened before, it is not difficult to grasp the core of the problem. This Z.H It seems that he is under some kind of threat, and the imitation of Degas should be the bait thrown out. As for who will take the bait, he does not know. He needs more evidence to analyze. Thinking of this, the corners of Yang Cheng's mouth can't help Hanging an inexplicable arc, he thought it was fun.

Z.H's close stare did not cause any psychological burden on Yang Cheng, so he shrugged and replied relaxedly, "If Mr. Z.H is willing, maybe I can help you deal with 'them'?"

Yang Cheng deliberately strengthened the tone of "they", trying to find something from Z.H's expression, but he was naturally disappointed.

But in the next second, Yang Cheng smiled again.

Z.H pushed open the door, took a deep look at Yang Cheng, and said quietly, "Come in~"