() After last night's storm passed, Zhang Rongrong quietly disappeared. He Ye called because he was worried, but Zhang Rongrong refused to answer the phone, so he gave up after Zuo Han's persuasion. For a person like Zhang Rongrong, it would be best not to have any contact in the future.
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He Ye agreed with Zuo Han's statement and planned to move out of the apartment he shared with Zhang Rongrong after returning and go back to the school dormitory. The reason why he rented an apartment before was entirely to accommodate Zhang Rongrong.
The next day, He Ye took the bus back to Boston, while Zuo Han and Charles Lao drove to Boston by themselves.
There is an old house in the slums of Boston where Charles Sr. lived before he became rich. It has never been sold and no one knows about it. As agreed with Catherine yesterday, Zuo Han and Charles Sr. went there to stay temporarily while waiting for the Charles Group.
The board of directors convenes.
But not long after Zuo Han drove the car onto the road, he noticed something was wrong. A seemingly ordinary car seemed to be following them.
This road is the main road to Boston, so it would not be strange for two cars to go together. However, in that car, there was a pair of unique eyes staring at them.
Level 4 strength expert.
It doesn't feel like a biochemical person, nor does it look like someone who has practiced it. Instead, it feels like he was born. Moreover, this person has a very murderous intention and is definitely not a human being.
Did Zhang Rongrong really do that? That was really asking for death.
Zuo Han narrowed his eyes and continued heading towards Boston without changing his route. The car followed him leisurely.
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In the car at the back, the driver was a middle-aged man of about thirty years old. He had an average European and American appearance.
Suddenly, a cell phone rang, and the driver took out his cell phone and pressed the answer button.
"Bob, how are you? Are you sure?" A male voice came from the mobile phone.
The driver replied: "The hair has been extracted from the room where they live and compared. It is basically confirmed that it is the target person. But if we want to be 100% sure, we need experimental equipment for detailed comparison."
"We'll talk about the detailed comparison later." The male voice on the phone was a little impatient and said harshly: "You can kill the wrong person, but you can't kill the wrong person! Do you understand what I mean?"
"Understood!" the driver replied: "But the bodyguards following the target don't seem to be easy to deal with. The task is more difficult than expected, and the reward will be increased by 30%."
"I'll give you an extra 50%!" The male voice on the phone was decisive.
The driver smiled slightly and hung up the phone.
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On the other end of the phone, a middle-aged man sitting at his desk also put down the phone at the same time.
The man is in his forties, has a slight resemblance to old Charles between his eyebrows, and looks like a businessman.
Vice President of Charles Group, Paul Charles, son of George Charles, known as Charles Jr.
"Damn, I knew those mercenaries were unreliable!" Little Charles broke a pen and gritted his teeth and said, "I should have killed that old immortal earlier."
"Mr. Charles, it seems that I have been of great help."
On the sofa opposite little Charles, Zhang Rongrong was sitting.
Paul Charles glanced at Zhang Rongrong, who had a bruised nose and face, and said, "You did a good job indeed. If there was no news from you, I would be very passive."
Zhang Rongrong smiled very proudly. She felt more and more that she had made such a wise move.
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After the police finished questioning yesterday, Zhang Rongrong, instead of accepting the lesson, became even more resentful. She didn't feel that she had done anything wrong, she just felt that He Ye had betrayed her and the whole world had betrayed her.
In anger and despair, she suddenly remembered that Catherine had mentioned "Uncle Paul". It seemed that the person she met today wanted to avoid Paul.
Zhang Rongrong knows very little about the Charles family, but it is impossible that she has not heard the name of Paul Charles, the vice president of the Charles Group, who was once rated as one of the top ten golden bachelors by the media.
Zhang Rongrong doesn't know what's going on here, but Zhang Rongrong, who is blinded by jealousy, knows how to get revenge on others. Since they want to hide it, I will tell them. And if I can hook up with Paul Charles because of this matter, it's comparable to
That bastard Zuo Han is much stronger.
With this mentality, Zhang Rongrong endured the pain and drove overnight to the Boston branch of Charles Group.
She had read relevant reports before and knew that Charles Jr. was at the Boston branch these days. But under normal circumstances, she would not be able to find Charles Jr. even during the day, not to mention that it was already early morning when she arrived.
But today was a coincidence, because little Charles had to meet an important person, so he arrived at the company very early, and happened to bump into Zhang Rongrong who was entangled with a guard.
When he heard words like Catherine and old man coming out of Zhang Rongrong's mouth, little Charles was frightened and immediately brought Zhang Rongrong into the office.
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Zhang Rongrong looked at Charles and her eyes flashed: "I have helped so much, how are you going to reward me?"
"What reward do you want?" Little Charles looked at Zhang Rongrong.
Zhang Rongrong thought for a while, then the lion opened his mouth. "Ten million, US dollars!"
"You are really greedy." Little Charles smiled.
"You want to kill your father. This hush money is not expensive at all." Zhang Rongrong had already picked up some clues from the phone call from Charles Xiao.
Zhang Rongrong paused, winked, and said with a sweet smile: "If you feel that you are at a disadvantage, I can offer myself as an extra gift."
Normally, Zhang Rongrong's flirtatious look would still have some weight. But now her face was bruised, swollen, and looked like a pig's head, which only made little Charles feel sick.
"Since you are so generous, I can't refuse." Little Charles smiled, opened the drawer, and reached out to fumble around.
Zhang Rongrong's eyes glowed a little. She stood up and walked into Little Charles. She put her hands on the desk to show her breasts as much as possible.
"Are you looking for something to play tricks on?" Zhang Rongrong said with a smile: "Ten million US dollars is not enough..."
"Don't worry, there aren't that many!" Little Charles' face darkened, and a pistol with a silencer was pressed against Zhang Rongrong's big chest.
"For you, the price of a bullet is already very luxurious."
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When he learned from the analysis of Zhang Rongrong's words that Charles Sr. was probably still alive and was about to return to Boston, Sr. Charles was suddenly sweating profusely.
That old immortal guy really escaped back?!
Charles Jr.'s first reaction was to contact the boss immediately. But just as he picked up the phone, he put it down hesitantly.
He knows that the boss is terrifying and there is a terrifying organization behind him. In order to realize his ideal of immortality, he is willing to work for the boss. However, this does not mean that he agrees with all the boss's orders.
The organization sent people to kidnap old Charles before, and young Charles was very happy. But the boss wanted to keep old Charles alive, which made him very dissatisfied. Aren't the effects of secretly killing and disappearing the same? Women are women, and mother-in-laws and mothers are not enough.
It's so neat that I still have to worry about it now.
This time we must not hesitate anymore, we must kill him. But what if the boss finds out and wants to keep the old ghost alive?
After thinking about this, Charles Jr. called Bob.
Bob is a professional killer. It is up to him to confirm the identity of old Charles and wait for an opportunity to kill him!
Little Charles wanted to kill his father, and even the boss had to hide it, so how could he keep Zhang Rongrong as his eighth wife?
From the very beginning, Charles Jr. had the idea of killing Zhang Rongrong. If not, he would not have gone behind her back at all during the phone call.
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Feeling the cold barrel of the gun on her chest, Zhang Rongrong's expression also changed, and she stammered: "Mr. Charles, please, don't be joking."
"Do I look like I'm joking?" Charles Jr. pulled the bolt of the gun.
"I, I don't want 10 million, just 8 million..." Zhang Rongrong was really scared, and begged: "No, 7 million... No, just 5 million US dollars, I promise not to tell anyone."
Little Charles couldn't help but laugh: "I have never seen a woman as stupid as you. She is still thinking about money until now?"
"I don't want any more, I don't want any more..." Zhang Rongrong cried and fell to her knees.
"I just said, the price of a bullet. Don't make me break my promise..." Little Charles stood up and pulled the trigger.
With a chirping sound, a bloody flower bloomed on Zhang Rongrong's chest. She fell to the ground and twitched, staring unwillingly.
"It's really troublesome. It would be very bad for the envoy to see it." Seeing that Zhang Rongrong was still alive, little Charles frowned involuntarily.
Just when he was about to step forward to take another shot, there was a sudden sound from the window, and along with a gust of wind, a cold voice sounded suddenly.
"Why, do you want to hide something from me..."
In the corner of the room stood an Asian man with a stern look.
Dongha, a level 6 biochemical man who once fought against Zuo Han in Thailand but escaped without defeat.
"How dare I deceive the envoy..." Little Charles hurriedly threw the pistol aside and said in panic: "This woman came to blackmail, and I shot her. I was afraid that her filth would stain the eyes of the envoy."
Dongha glanced at Zhang Rongrong, and then said to little Charles without seeing it: "I don't have time to care about your business, but you have to finish the things assigned by the master as soon as possible. The situation is a bit bad now. If you want to restart the laboratory, you must rely on
Charles Group technology and equipment.”
"Come on, come on, the board of directors will be convened soon..." Little Charles nodded repeatedly.
"It's a shame that you're still a vice president, so it takes so much trouble to do something." Dong Ha was very dissatisfied.
Charles Jr. explained helplessly: "It's because the old man doesn't want to delegate power, and I don't want to either."
"I don't want to hear these things. Anyway, you should do it as soon as possible." Dong Ha paused and continued: "The master is very satisfied with the accommodation you provided and specially asked me to express his gratitude. And let me remind you that the next tribute
Don’t waste money.”
"It is my honor to serve the master." Charles Jr. pushed out four large suitcases from behind the desk: "I have already prepared the tribute money, and the envoy can take it away now."
Dongha walked over and picked it up, nodding with satisfaction: "You are very good..."
Dong Ha was explaining some matters to Charles Jr. when Zhang Rongrong suddenly grabbed his trouser leg.
Zhang Rongrong opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but ah, her words couldn't be coherent.
"Dirty things." Dongha frowned and stomped on Zhang Rongrong's chest.
With a pop, his feet sank into his body, and blood splattered everywhere.
Zhang Rongrong opened her mouth and suddenly lost her breath.
Before losing consciousness, what flashed through Zhang Rongrong's mind was He Ye's figure and Zuo Han's words.