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"The host, the target is currently living in No. 26, Building 5, Fude Road, Fengcheng Street, Zhongxing District, Anma City, Fude Province."

Otherwise, what if the system can do it? It was investigated clearly in just a few minutes and accurately with the specific house number, saving Zhou Xing countless time. In this way, Zhou Xing could pass by at any time.

The address is very detailed, but Zhou Xing asked: "Are you sure it is this place? What I want is the actual residence address, not the address on my ID card."

"After the analysis of this system, this is the actual residence address of the target."

With the saying of the system, Zhou Xing felt relieved.

After washing up, Zhou Xing returned to his room to rest and planned to take people to kill him tomorrow morning. Yang Mingwan was targeted by Zhou Xing and he would definitely not be able to escape.

late at night.

Anma City, Ford Province.

In an old community, every household has turned off the lights and fall asleep, but there is still a room with lights on.

In this room, a gray-haired man was sitting in a wheelchair in the living room, his eyes falling on the old antique black and white TV opposite. The black and white spots of the TV were dense, the images were blurred, and the sound was mixed with many noises, as if it were matte. There was no other sound except the sound of the TV. In general, the room was quite quiet.

The man looked at the TV with a focused expression. Although he couldn't see clearly, he could barely guess what was playing on the TV with the vague sound.

He was wearing a vest and a worn old-fashioned cloth dress on the outside. He wore a pair of glasses, like reading glasses, and his trousers were nothing more than his knees. The lower half was cut, and the upper half was patched everywhere. The color faded, and he should be very old. Maybe his age was a bit exaggerated. A hole was broken in the shoe, revealing the back of his toes, but the rest was well covered.

It was not until late. The TV program ended. The man turned off the TV silently, drank half a glass of water, tightened his coat, and a wisp of cold air penetrated through the window to get a cool feeling. He seemed to be a little more awake. He simply packed up the leftovers on the table and covered it with a mosquito shield, and then he turned his wheelchair effortfully and slowly walked towards the bedroom.

"Cough cough..." It seemed like he had a cold. He coughed twice, took out a pack of cold powder in the box, and drank it in cold water.

When I arrived at the bedroom, I turned on the light and then I could see clearly what he looked like.

The face of the Chinese character, a buzz cut, a shaved beard, the skin on the face is bumpy and wrinkled. He looks sixty years old, and his expression is vicissitudes, as if he has experienced some hardships. Without saying a word, just looking at it like this makes people feel very bitter.

In such a huge room, he is the only one. He has been here for more than ten years, and will leave alone, and only loneliness can be used as a companion for all day.

It was late at night, and he turned off the lights, moved up to the cuckoo with difficulty, covered himself with a blanket, turned his body sideways, and closed his eyes.

Time passed quietly. I don’t know how long it had passed. The moon climbed onto the branches, like frost, and became colder.

Suddenly.

The sleeping man waved his hand, his eyes widened, his eyes widened, his eyes stared in front, his breathing was heavy, and his tiny drops of sweat appeared on his head. His eyes were scary, as if he wanted to eat people, probably because he had a nightmare, and he woke up from the nightmare.

His lips squirmed a few times, and he could hear the sound vaguely.

"football."

Take out a cloth from under the pillow and wipe the sweat off your head. The man turned his body to the other side and fell asleep again.

Before I knew it, the pillowcase became wet, half of it was sweat and half of it was tears. But the man used to it, didn't care and continued to sleep.

His name is Yang Mingwan, who is only 40 years old. He used to be a highly anticipated football coach. Now he is a shoemaker who relies on repairing shoes. He occasionally repairs clothes, zippers, etc.

When he woke up again, it was already dawn. Yang Mingwan transported antique machines, thin wires, leather and other materials to the community gate one by one, and then made a few rounds. He then spread out the things and erected a plaque next to it with several rows of boys printed on it: repairing locks, buckles, and repairing shoes. After doing all this, he turned his eyes to the pedestrians and did not observe anyone regularly. He had no target, and no matter what he saw, he looked like a wooden expression.

"Oh, my big star coach, why did you come out to set up a stall so early today?" The guard came out for some breath and happened to see Yang Mingwan. "You pushed the wheelchair in and out. I didn't see anyone in the duty room. I was shocked. I was wondering if it was a dog or something, but I didn't expect it was you!"

Yang Mingwan turned to look at him, expressionless and without saying anything. After looking at him for a while, he looked back.

For more than ten years, he had become accustomed to pointing at the people around him. Except for the initial resistance, he accepted all the words. He held back and endured them all for more than ten years, but he didn't feel anything anymore. Those words could no longer cause ripples in his heart.

The situation has improved a lot in recent years. Yang Mingwan guessed that maybe everyone thought it was meaningless after talking for a long time, so he simply ignored him, which made his life a little easier.

After smoking a cigarette, the guard reminded him, "By the way, remember to pay the money later. Remember, you can't lose a penny, otherwise don't set up a stall here in the future." Although the money is not much, the guard is still very concerned. The so-called accumulation of less is more, and over time, there will be a lot of money. After all, this is equivalent to extra income. It can be described in two words: extra money.

He doesn't care whether Yang Mingwan is really lame or fake lame. He must accept the money. He doesn't have the energy to pity others. He has pity others, so who will pity him again?

Yang Mingwan nodded, as if he agreed.

The weather is clear today, the wind is bright, and the sun shines through the leaves, forming strange-shaped spots or shadows on the ground.

Before they knew it, Yang Mingwan had already done four orders, all of whom were young people, one of whom was repairing shoes, one was repairing buttons, and two were zippers. Relatively speaking, these four young people were more down-to-earth and sensible. They rarely went to high-end entertainment venues such as KTV. The colorful world was not suitable for them. What they cared more about was how much money they could save every month, how much they had to send home, how much they had to spend this month, where they would spend, and where they were doing everything carefully.

"Thank you, old man, I'll give it. The 5 yuan left for buying vegetables is still in my pocket." A girl who is not pretty but very real smiled and handed over the money.

Yang Mingwan did not refute or explain this 'old man', so he was considered accusation.

Collect the money and hand the shoes back to someone else. Yang Mingwan swept some scraps aside with a small broom and continued to wait for the business.

He rarely speaks, and unfamiliar people are likely to misunderstand him as a mute, but he doesn't mind. What do outsiders think?

I occasionally met a few acquaintances back and forth. However, to Yang Mingwan, those older people, none of them were polite to him, and the better said hello without expression. They glanced at him with a bad look, hurriedly passed by, or cast a look of contempt, and even more, walked over and sarcastically, until they felt relieved and had almost vented, then they left with satisfaction.

...

On a street not far from the community.

A group of young men gathered together, whispered and nodded frequently.

Most of these people dress more avant-garde or fashionable. Some have bald heads, some have shoulder-length hair, dyed hair, pierced ears, and wear earrings. They think they are cool and fashionable, handsome, and they are absolutely fat, and they are 100% fat. But... in the eyes of more mature people, they are just a group of psychopaths, and their brains are not normal. After all, people with normal brains will not dress so abnormally. Based on this point of view, the public's impression of such people is probably like this.

After a while talking, one of them said, "We formed the Fancy Wolf Gang today. The street next to me was the protection fee collected by the Manzi and I. It's your turn to this street. Caiman and Victory Girl. Come on quickly. After getting these streets, we can't divide the money. We need to recruit soldiers and horses first. Compared with Ji Chonghui on Tongnan Street, our scale is too small. If they suddenly call us, we will be in trouble. Liangzi, you guys are the least reliable. I have to remind you more, don't tell us about our affairs, and develop them secretly for a while. When we have the strength to challenge Ji Chonghui, you will say whatever you want."

"Don't worry, Brother Dong, I will talk nonsense about such a big thing unless I am stupid." The young man wearing earrings dyed yellow hair said locally: "You should care about Cainan and Shengnu. They have a strong foundation and are lawless in doing things. I am worried that they will make things more likely to cause trouble."

Brother Dong glanced at Cainan and Shengnu, but scolded Liangzi, "What are you saying! They are all brothers and sisters of the Fenglang Gang, how can you doubt them? Cainan and Shengnu are both capable people, I believe they can do things well!"

This was said explicitly to Liangzi, but secretly to Cainan and Shengnu.

Liangzi curled his lips and muttered in a low voice: "Boss is too biased." He crawled while drawing circles, and he was fine.

"This little thing won't bother us." Cainan pushed away her long curly hair and said confidently: "Brother Dong, you are waiting here. Shengnu and I will go there now and make sure we will do things beautifully. Just as Brother Dong said just now, everyone is part of the Wolf Gang, Shengnu and I will not just look at it. Brother Dong, let's go first, you can wait a while."

Brother Dong waved his hand: "Go, be careful."

Cainan and Shengnu nodded together: "Yes."

After the two left, Brother Dong glanced at everyone and said with a calm face: "I don't want to hear anyone talking bad about Cai Nan and Sheng Nu again! Remember it clearly! Even if you say their behind the scenes, Brother Dong reminded him: "Don't forget what they are! If you really get angry with them, I don't think they will take into account the friendship between the brothers and sisters of the Fenglang Gang. Maybe you will be taken into the police station the next day and locked up."

Everyone was silent.

Cainan and Shengnu left the other side and walked straight towards Fude Road. The most conspicuous person in his sight was an "old man" who was wearing a shoe repair stall. The two looked at each other and smiled. Cainan smiled and said, "Come on, just use this old man to do it! Let's go!" (To be continued...)

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