Tyrant Billionaire

”Fang Ming, hand over the coordinates of the nuclear bombs and we will give you a quick death ”.

” Fang Ming, stop attempting to resist. This place is already surrounded in inescapable nets ”.

”Fang Ming you damn demon, just because you wanted to fill up your pockets. youve gone and planted nuclear bombs around the world, hundreds of thousands of people are gonna die because of you. You are about to commit the most unforgivable crime ”.

”I hate self centered people like you the most. you think the US government will compromise with a terrorist like you. Today, you are gonna die ”.

….

Fang Ming was wearing a wight suit that had been torn to shreds. His hair was disheveled and his entire body was covered in blood.

the white suit was about to turn red from the excessive blood, spilling from the wounds.

fresh blood flowed from the wounds on his body, he had been shot three times, and there was no time for treatment or rest. Enemies surrounded him from all sides. there was already no way out.

just by standing there for a short while he was already starting to feel dizzy from the blood lost.

It was a forgone conclusion that he would die here.

Fang Ming understood his situation clearly, but even in the face of death his expression did not change, he was very calm.

The C.I.A agents that had surrounded him, didn dare to make a rash move. around the heavily surrounded Fang Ming, some were roaring, some were sneering, but there was one thing in common everyone one of them was holding onto their guns while looking fearful.

Fang Ming had planted numerous nuclear bombs who knows where. if he die who is going to find them. besides Fang Ming wasn an easy target either.

spending most of his life on the battlefield as a mercenary, he was an extremely good shooter, they have already lost a dozen of their comrades already.

everyone was wary of Fang Ming final trump card.

Fang Ming who had been silent the entire time, lifted his right hand to the skye and said in a deep voice ”i would have done it again ”.

before he fall to the ground dead.

This end result was something he had expected. When he made his decision in the beginning, he had prepared himself for this.

…..

Fang Ming, who woke up from the darkness, only felt groggy and the world was gray.

He found himself lying on a bed feeling confused, he looked around. An old room, less than six square meters, a single bed, patched bedding, an old wooden table, above was a 20-watt incandescent bulb emitting dim lights, old newspapers covering the walls, all of which were national events that he can remember.

Suddenly a burst of memories that did not belong to him rushed into his mind frantically. The strong impact made him feel like the world was spinning, and he passed out again!

He has crossed over, his name is Fang Ming, a