In the corridor of the garage safe passage, a strong man held 20,000 yuan in his hand and called over a young man who was playing poker. He then handed over the money and a piece of paper and said calmly: "Call this number and give it to me.
Get something!”
"...Okay, I get it!!" After saying that, the young man put the money in his pocket, turned around and left.
...
On the other side, Qingzhong was sitting in a taxi and slowly dialed Brother Xu's mobile phone. After the call was connected, he said straight to the point: "Brother, is everything done?"
"Well, just give the things to whomever you should give them to. You and Wei will come back early!!" Brother Xu, who was eating with friends outside, said with a smile.
"Okay, I get it!"
"Where is my Diwei team??" Brother Xu asked casually.
"Shit...gone!!"
"Fuck, I'm fucking eating! Okay, let's talk about it when we get back!" Brother Xu laughed and cursed, then hung up the phone.
Qingzhong looked at the phone screen, pressed it a few times, and was slightly stunned when he saw my name stored in the phone book. Then he quickly pressed the down button and pushed my name up...
...
After two seconds, Qingzhong pulled out Zigang's phone number and dialed it slowly.
"Hey...!" Zigang's voice sounded.
"Second leg, we're done!" Qingzhong said stiffly.
"Then let's hand it over!"
"I'll wait for you at the exhibition!"
"Okay, I'll go over now!" Zi Gang agreed and then hung up the phone.
Twenty minutes later, Qingzhong took a taxi and rushed to the Convention and Exhibition Center. He immediately paid the fare and got out of the car. He looked up and looked around. He happened to see the Jinbei car, changed its make and parked on the side of the road.
in the parking lot.
"Bang!"
Qingzhong walked to the passenger seat of Jinbei, opened the door, and sat in expressionlessly.
"Brother Zhong? Where are Brigade Wei and Lele??" Da Xiong, who was still holding the gun, suddenly turned his head and looked at Qing Zhong and asked.
"It's okay!! He and Lele went out to do some errands, and they went home right away!" Qingzhong lit a cigarette and said casually without looking back.
"Fuck!! I was scared to death!! I heard the gunshots and thought Yao Lele was killed by the police!!" Daxiong said with a sigh of relief.
"...No, we didn't meet him at all!" Qingzhong said casually while smoking.
"...Brother, what are we doing here??" the driver turned to Qingzhong and asked.
"...Wait for someone, he will come and take him away, and we'll be done!" Qingzhong said slowly and absentmindedly.
After Qingzhong finished speaking, there was silence in the car again. Da Xiong's eyes were red from sleep, and he was not in the mood to continue talking. However, Dong Lao Wu and his face were chopped open, and the wounds on his body were sent to a clinic by Da Xiong.
After some treatment, although there were no sutures, at least the bleeding stopped.
After about ten minutes, two cars slowly drove over, a Range Rover and an Iveco Bread.
"Give me the stuff!" Qingzhong flicked the cigarette butt and said to the big bear behind him.
Daxiong handed Qingzhong various portfolios he dug out from four or five residences.
"Bang!" Qingzhong held a thick stack of portfolios, opened the car door and got out of the car, heading towards the Range Rover.
"Swipe!!"
Zi Gang rolled down the window, stuck his head out, looked at Qingzhong and asked, "Where are the people?"
"It's in the car!!" Qingzhong replied.
"Didi!!"
Qingzhong honked the horn twice, stretched out his hand from the car window, and wavered for a while. The door of the Iveco behind opened. Two or three strong men got out and ran towards the Jinbei van. Then they took Dong Laowu and Mao Bing
Take it away directly.
"...Everything is here!!" Qingzhong handed the pile of portfolios in his hand to Zigang.
He just took it, glanced at it roughly, put it on the passenger seat, and asked calmly: "Is the portion sufficient?"
"...It should be enough!" Qingzhong touched his nose and replied lightly.
"Okay, thank Zhang Xu for me!"
"Haha, don't thank anyone for this JB thing!!" Qingzhong shook his head and said with a smile.
"I'm leaving!"
"If you don't leave, I'll have a drink with you!" Qingzhong said with a frown, then turned around and walked over to the Jinbei Car.
Zigang looked at Qingzhong's back, sighed, then pulled the handbrake, drove the Land Rover, and slowly left the vicinity of the exhibition with Iveco.
"Brother, Zhang Xu has finished what he has to do, and there are two people from the dynasty who will send us off together!" Zigang said calmly while driving the car with one hand and holding the phone with the other.
"Okay, won't I give you the things? You give Zhang Xu's things and mine to the right people, and then wait for them to hear what they believe!!" The middle-aged man in the nursing home said in a very calm tone.
One sentence.
"Isn't it a bit late at this time?" Zi Gang looked at his watch, it was already past two o'clock.
"You can do it early tomorrow morning!" the voice on the phone said slowly after a moment of silence.
"Okay, I understand!" After saying this, Zi just hung up the phone.
...
At the other end, at the door of the garage, a young man who took 20,000 yuan and went out to pick up things rushed back in a Wuling Zhiguang. After getting off the car, he plunged into the garage passage, then walked to the office door and knocked gently.
Knock on the door.
"Squeak!"
The strong man opened the door, looked up at the young man, and asked slowly: "Did you get the things back?"
"Hmm...!" The young man opened his clothes and a black plastic bag slowly appeared in front of the strong man's arms.
"Okay, give me the stuff and ask Xiao Shuang to come over!" The strong man grabbed the bag and said casually.
Twenty minutes later.
"Bang!"
The room where Meng Hu was tied up opened, and the strong man walked in slowly with two people.
"Haha, what, do you understand??" The strong man put his hands in his pockets, looked down at the ground, and asked Meng Hu, who was leaning on the heating pipe.
"...You are a basket case, but you are also an opponent!" Meng Hu didn't look at the strong man seriously at all, and said in a very disdainful tone.
"Are you still singing Man Jiang Hong with me??" The strong man smiled.
"Haha, fuck!" Meng Hu closed his eyes and leaned against the heating pipe without saying a word.
"Look at what a tough guy he is! How touching! Okay, you guys can fix it!" The strong man said to the young man behind him, then turned around, patted his shoulder, and walked out of the room.
.
"Uh-huh!!"
The young man took out a disposable injection filled with turbid liquid from the plastic bag, and then said to the person next to him: "Press him!!"
"Snapped!"
Meng Hu opened his eyes, first glanced at the young man in confusion, and then froze for a long time. After regaining consciousness, he angrily cursed: "**!! You guys are really messing around!!"
"Peng!"
Another young man rushed over in two steps and held Meng Hu firmly. The young man walked over, took the needle, and slowly inserted it into the blood vessel of Meng Hu's arm.
After a few minutes, the two closed the door and walked out of the room.
"Is it done?" the strong man asked.
"It's done!" The young man nodded.
"Three times a day, half a pipe at a time!"
"It's done!"
After saying that, the three of them slowly left. Meng Hu, who was lying on the ground, began to sweat, and it seemed as if there were countless ants crawling all over his body, and he was extremely itchy.