Chapter 390： Z.H（1）

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

Parker’s entry time is not short, but it’s the first time I met a client’s request and hesitated, "Um~ If Mr. Yang likes Lisa, you can sign an agreement and our club will take care of it."

Yang Cheng waved his hand, "You know what I mean, how much money it will cost to buy Lisa, you can talk to your superiors, I'm waiting for you here, I believe your superiors are more flexible than you."

Parker responded with a wry smile, "Then Mr. Yang, please wait a moment, I will ask the manager."

Naturally, there will be no twists and turns in the final result. The club will not offend top members like Yang Cheng for a horse. Besides, Yang Cheng is not a robbery. The money that should be paid will not be less. "Sa" made a lot of profit, and everyone got what they needed.

After spending a leisurely and warm weekend at the ranch, returning to the bitterly cold Big Apple City again, Yang Cheng appeared on a decayed street in Brooklyn in an elegant linen-gray plaid suit, looking up at the building in front of him. Pointing to a room on the top floor of the three-story building blacked out by fireworks, he asked Andrew, who was vigilant beside him, "Are you sure you brought the wrong place? That ZH lives in this place?"

Hansen and Andrew led the bodyguard team to be constantly on the lookout for the surrounding situation. They couldn't help but be cautious. There is a gathering place for gangsters nearby, which is no less than the famous "Hell's Kitchen". , When Andrew drove the car to this street, Hansen's whole body was not good, and his heart was already in his throat.

Although they are powerful and give them enough weapons on a wide battlefield, it is not difficult for a small team to destroy a gangster, but this is a city. One of them does not have a powerful weapon for attacking the fortress, and the other is Yang Cheng's "drag oil". "Bottle" is still a key protection "oil bottle", even if it has the ability to reach the sky, it can't be used.

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

Compared with Hansen and their nervousness, Yang Cheng looked very relaxed, and after adjusting his suit, he snapped his fingers and said, "Then let's go, let us meet this worldly expert."

Andrew is in the front, Hansen is behind, and the other bodyguards are scattered a few meters away. The last three-story building is like going to the execution ground. It stops at one step and three times. Yang Cheng is very cooperative. He will always be the best when it comes to minor life issues. Cautious.

Finally, after going through the ‘bumps’ and arriving at the top of the small building, Yang Cheng looked at the iron gate in front of him with a weird expression on his face, and there was a skeleton picture painted on it.

Originally, a simple skeleton would not make Yang Cheng show an absurd expression, but this skeleton used a certain perspective to show the appearance of the skeleton covered with flesh. Is it difficult to understand? Yang Cheng also felt speechless. He didn't know why. He felt that this skeleton image should be the Z.H himself. It was a weird thing to portray his portrait on the door in the form of a skeleton.

He tried his chin to make Andrew call the door, and glanced down at the corridor full of musty garbage. I don’t know what to evaluate. The artist’s nerves are all problematic, otherwise it’s difficult to present people from a unique perspective. Amazing work of art.

"Kang Dang~"

"Stubborn~"

"Fuck, I don't have money, so I rush in if I don't want to die!"

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

Hansen, who reacted fastest, held Yang Cheng behind him with a gun, and shouted through the door, "Mr. Z.H, we are friends who admire your paintings. We are not malicious. Please put away your guns to avoid a fire."

The scene was deadly. The muzzles of the four black holes were pointed directly at the iron gate with the skull and crossbones. Hansen’s call did not receive any response. Just when Hansen hesitated whether to cover Yang Cheng withdrawing first, "Squeak "Ga" sounded. . .

The iron door was pushed through a gap from the inside to the outside, and a few strands of yellow hair that resembled hot and dry noodles came out first, and then an ancient well without waves, even with a trace of hollow, emotionless eyes, slowly flashed out. , If you put on white powder and lipstick, it will be a realistic version of "clown".

Hansen lowered the muzzle, signaled that he was not malicious, and said, "Mr. Z.H? Our boss has come here especially without any intention of harming him. Please rest assured."

Yang Cheng has been hiding behind and witnessing all this. It is not when he stepped forward, and the angle of the iron gate opening was a bit wider, and half of ZH's face was exposed, his eyes sunken like skeletons were really scared. Everyone, there is no trace of blood on the almost skinny face, and the entire living dead is 99% similar to the skull and crossbones painted on the iron gate.

Hansen pressed his hands back to signal everyone to move their guns away, and said again, "Mr. ZH, please believe in our sincerity. I just accidentally learned of your existence through a painting. Come and visit here~"

Z.H interrupted before he finished speaking, his voice was inconsistent with his appearance, and his voice was full of air. It is hard to imagine such a contradiction happening to the same person, "Where did you know me?"

Yang Cheng separated his bodyguards and walked forward, with a gentle smile on his face, and nodded slightly and said, "I am Jason Yang, you can call me Jason. Although this matter is not very glorious, I am from Degas's bath~ Female One In the painting, I found your name."

Z.H didn't pay attention to Yang Cheng's favor, but said with a touch of mockery, "So they found the painting to be fake?"

Yang Cheng was stunned for a moment, and asked puzzledly, "Who are they?"

"Wait, you are not in the same group with them?" ZH's words are very puzzling. Some of the prefaces are not followed. But with Yang Cheng's cleverness and Lenovo's previous events, it is not difficult to grasp the core of the problem. It seems that he is under some kind of threat, and the imitation of Degas should be a bait to be thrown away. As for who is going to catch the bait, it is not known. He needs more evidence to analyze. Thinking of this, Yang Cheng's mouth can't help. With an inexplicable arc, he thought it was fun.

Z.H’s gaze did not create a psychological burden on Yang Cheng, and she shrugged and replied relaxedly, “If Mr. Z.H is willing, maybe I can help you solve the ‘them’?”

Yang Cheng deliberately strengthened the tone of "them", 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 opened the door, took a deep look at Yang Cheng, and said quietly, "Come in~"