Sister, you miss me

Alice's voice is sweet and soft, and Demi's voice is slightly hoarse, but it has a special charm.

The business jet slowly moved out of the hangar, and Alice delivered two cups of coffee and said: "The Gulfstream 950 is the most luxurious business jet. The Rolls-Royce in the business jet is comparable to the presidential jet."

Demi held two glasses of red wine and said: "This business jet includes a crew of 8-10 people. It is the latest product of a business jet and costs about US$80 million."

Alice added: "The aircraft has complete facilities for holding high-end business meetings."

Demi added: "Take such an aerial'Rolls Royce', you can do both work and life. The flight assistant is a celebrity chef who is proficient in French cuisine. He can use the stove on the plane to make beautiful and authentic French Feast."

Yang Feng held a coffee cup in his left hand and a goblet in his right hand. He ignored the two foreign girls who were tossing with electric eyes and just looked at the opposite Dracula and smiled.

The generous beige leather sofa has a very reasonable design and is extremely ergonomic. Sitting on it, you feel comfortable.

After the two foreign girls left, Yang Feng leaned forward and asked, "Dracula, how much does this flight cost?"

Dracula shook his head and smiled: "Xiao Feng, it's not just about having money. If you just spend money blindly, the money spent this time will be lost."

For Dracula's soaring out of authentic Chinese, Yang Feng has long been surprised.

Dracula broke his fingers and said: "For example, aviation fuel costs, such as the salary of the crew, such as the airline rental fee, airport parking fees, runway usage fees...This sum is quite expensive, but Not every wealthy person can allow his business jet to fly internationally. On the contrary, such people are rare."

Yang Feng nodded slightly, and the words "Life is like a dream" came to his lips.

Dracula looked at Yang Feng and said, "Xiao Feng, soon all this is yours. Did you see the eyes of those two beauties? Is it just because you are handsome?"

"I still have this point of self-knowledge." Yang Feng raised his glass: "Shredded."

The beard spoke quickly, but it turned out to be very slow. It took two hours to apply for the track alone.

After another fourteen hours of long flight, the business jet landed on the dedicated apron of Newark International Airport.

The hatch opened and the gangway was lowered. Alice and Demi walked out of the hatch first and stood aside, followed by Dracula, and Yang Feng walked last.

Three cars approached slowly, two black Rand Cruisers, with a black extended Rolls-Royce Phantom in between.

The doors of the three cars were all opened, and all the men who jumped down were sturdy men in suits, including the driver, as many as nine people.

Dracula said in his ear: "Xiao Feng, look at it, your grandfather is really meticulous to you."

The corners of Yang Feng's mouth turned slightly, and he didn't speak.

Yang Feng and Dracula boarded the Rolls-Royce in the middle, and the three cars drove towards the exit, without any mention of customs formalities.

Meanwhile, Brighton Manor on the outskirts of Trenton.

The setting sun is like fire.

Brighton has white beard and hair, sunken eye sockets, sitting on a chair in the yard, facing the sunset, with a thick blanket on his knees.

The fiery sunset reflected Brighton's ravine face.

With the setting sun and the west wind, Brighton thought of his dying self, and realized that tears had already taken place.

At this time, the TV in the house was playing a TV series imported from China, and the ending song was passionate.

Brighton couldn't help but sing at the festival: "I really want to live another five hundred years—"

A middle-aged man wearing suspenders brought a bowl of hot soup and medicine, and said, "Uncle, it's dusk and the temperature is low. Drink the medicine while it's hot and go back to the house."

Brighton slowly turned his head, looked at his sister's son, and said, "Jack, I won't go in, I'm going to wait for my grandson here."

Jack twitched his mouth and squatted down with a smile: "Then I will feed you medicine."

"Ok……"

Jack finished the decoction and walked into the room, his eyes turned cold and gloomy.

At this time, his cell phone rang. After he was connected, he knew that Yang Feng and Dracula were on the way back. Jack nodded, dialed a call, and said coldly: "Three cars are about to arrive in Trenton, two Lan De Cruz, a Rolls Royce, know what to do!"

After receiving the phone, Jack looked out at the lingering Brighton, gritted his teeth: "All of this belongs to me!"

...

On the streets of Trenton, while listening to Dracula's introduction, Yang Feng admired the exotic atmosphere through bulletproof glass.

Dracula's cell phone rang, he listened to a few words, and said in English: "Stop and ask."

Yang Feng said: "What's the matter?"

"There is a Hyundai following us from the airport."

Yang Feng shrugged, without comment.

Suddenly, a touch of scenery came into view, and Yang Feng shouted: "Stop."

Dracula said in surprise: "Xiao Feng, what's the matter?"

When the car stopped, Yang Feng lowered the glass and looked a few meters away.

A Toyota car was refueling. What was sitting in the car turned out to be the beautiful woman with a plain face, not knowing whether it was Hua Ziyan or Hua Ziyan. Next to her was the middle-aged man named "Uncle An".

A stranger in another country!

Although it is still not known as the old knowledge, Yang Feng is also inexplicably excited, deeply feeling that it is destined in the dark.

The beauty seemed to feel Yang Feng's gaze, frowning, she looked at Yang Feng, her eyes widened and her face was incredible, but she turned her head and lowered her head quickly.

Then, the middle-aged man looked over.

At first, he was shocked. When he saw Yang Feng's car, his expression became a little complicated.

Seeing that the Toyota car had finished refueling, Dracula urged: "Xiao Feng, a godsend, if you don't take the initiative to attack, you will really miss it."

Yang Feng smiled and shook his head: "We can't talk about a good relationship, but I should know about it, at least leave a contact information."

"Don't hurry up." Dracula saw that the Toyota driver had already got in the car and urged again.

Yang Feng stretched his hand to the door opener.

At this moment, three bald heads dressed in cowboy clothes rushed to the gas station, holding AK47s in their hands, and said in unison, "For Allah", then closed their eyes, pulled the trigger, and clicked... to innocent passersby Vehicles are pouring.

The three bald heads are back to back, shooting in a fan shape, almost no blindness and no dead ends.

Abnormal changes occur suddenly.

In the gas station, there was a burst of gunshots, followed by people's running calls.

Yang Feng was dumbfounded, unable to believe what was happening before him.

Dracula pulled Yang Feng down and quickly raised the glass. Just as the glass was rising, several bullets shot over, and several white spots immediately appeared on the glass.

The driver in the Toyota car was shot and killed. The middle-aged man named Uncle An used his body to block his own lady and instantly turned into a blood gourd.

One innocent person after another panicked and fell to the ground after being shot.

The gunner calmly replaced the new magazine, then raised the gun to continue shooting.

Yang Feng widened his eyes, clenched his fists, and breathed more and more rapidly.

In the Toyota car, the woman burst into tears, desperately shaking the body of the middle-aged man, but not knowing that a gunman pointed her gun at her.

Just at this moment, the Rolls-Royce door opened. Regardless of Dracula's prevention, Yang Feng's mobile phone flew out, accurately deflecting the muzzle, and then rushed over and opened the Toyota door.

If the woman looked back like a frightened deer, another shuttle bounced back, Yang Feng blocked it with the car door, and then grabbed the woman's hand, ignoring her resistance, holding her tender body, and rolling on the ground.

Bullet followed them all the time, just one shot late.The two move slowly half a step, and they must become street ghosts.

Two Land Cruisers and seven or eight bodyguards got out of the car. However, only two or three pistols were outnumbered. They were fired in a burst, but a few were injured.

Yang Feng dragged the woman to a sprint, and a gunman followed Yang Feng. Seeing that he couldn't hit him, he changed a magazine and started to shoot two short shots.

The woman suddenly screamed and staggered. Yang Feng's eyes swept. It turned out that the bullet had scratched his calf.

The woman turned her head and glanced at the crazy gunman, and suddenly pushed Yang Feng: "Leave me alone, you go!"

Yang Feng hugged the woman sideways and said with a smile: "I will never leave you."

Before he finished speaking, his calf was hit with a club, leading the woman to fall to the ground.

The gunman came ten meters away and stood still.

"Damn, keep running!" The gunman sneered and raised the muzzle.

Yang Feng blocked the woman behind him and said in English: "Shoot me!"

Dracula yelled: "Mr. Protection."

The gunman turned his head with a bullet, so that Dracula couldn't lift his head.

Taking advantage of this gap, Yang Feng chatted with the woman a few words.

"Are you afraid of death?"

The beauty shook her head.

"My name is Yang Feng, how about you?"

"Hua Ziyan, Hua Xia, Violet Purple, Yan with a sweet smile."

"We will never die."

"why?"

"Because we have fate, and our fate has just begun."

Seeing the gunman aiming at him again, Yang Feng pulled the woman, jumped, and both fell into the water.

The humble river was three to four meters deep, and the water was bitterly cold.

As soon as Hua Ziyan entered the water, she was about to float up, but she was held back by Yang Feng.

At this moment, densely packed bullets were shot into the water, obviously because the gunman refused to give up.

Once again, Yang Feng was pulled back from the ghost gate, Hua Ziyan looked at him with lingering fear.

In the icy water, Hua Ziyan's black hair floated up, like thick water plants.In less than half a minute, her brows were frowned, air bubbles escaped from her mouth, and her eyes were very painful.

Yang Feng looked up, and the gunman was still staring at him, so he took Hua Ziyan's neck and sealed her pale lips with his mouth.

Hua Ziyan's body trembled visibly, and her round eyes were full of surprises. She struggled desperately to twist. However, Yang Feng's hands were like iron tongs, and her mouth was like a sucker. Slowly, she closed it. Eyes and arms gently encircled Yang Feng's back.

Time seems to have passed for several centuries, and Yang Feng came to the shore holding Hua Ziyan who was like a chicken.

The gangster was gone, and the police had arrived at the scene.

The handful of medical staff couldn't be too busy. Yang Feng took Hua Ziyan into the gas station supermarket. The staff did not know whether they ran away or died. In short, there was no one.

Putting Hua Ziyan on the chair, the weak Hua Ziyan slapped her hand.

Yang Feng clutched his painless face, frowned and asked, "Why? Did you save you wrong?"

Hua Ziyan raised her head and sneered: "You know the reason."