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Chapter 309 Delivering the courier!

nbsp;Shenyang, downstairs of the community where the second sister lived before, a young man in his twenties wearing a red express delivery service rode an electric bicycle with a large schoolbag on the back and drove into the community. Ice@Fire! Chinese&spes;

When he arrived at the door of a certain unit building, the young man stopped his electric car, put his foot on the stirrup, took out the last express delivery of the day from the glove box at the back, glanced at the phone number on it, and dialed it with his mobile phone.

"Hello, the phone you dialed has been turned off." A prompt tone came from the phone. The young man was stunned for a moment and looked at the phone a little irritated. Originally, if the phone couldn't be reached, the courier usually left directly. When was it confirmed that someone was at home? , when will I send it again.

This saves you the trouble of going upstairs, but the express delivery in your hand is the last job of the day. After delivering it, you can go home directly. If you leave now, you will definitely have to send the express delivery back to the company for a record. This is even worse. It's troublesome, so I might as well go upstairs and try, in case the couple upstairs turned off their phones because of that or something.

Thinking of this, the young man cursed angrily, parked the car and ran upstairs with the express bag under his arm.

This is an old building with a total of six floors. There is no elevator. You have to walk to go up. The courier wiped the sweat from his forehead. Finally, he followed the address and climbed up the stairs to the door of a resident. He wiped his forehead with his hand. Sweat, and then knocked on the door.

"Dong dong dong,."

The young man knocked on the security door several times and made a muffled sound.

"Tap tap tap...!"[

There was a slight sound of footsteps in the house. The young man held the courier under his arm and paused for a moment, thinking that someone could ask inside. However, after waiting for a long time, there was no sound inside. He leaned on the door and took a look inside in confusion. He raised his hand and knocked on the door.



Inside the house, three sturdy figures were standing by the security door. One of them was close to the door, pressing his hand on the door, and looking at the two of them questioningly.

The other two people were also very confused. They looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time, indicating that they didn't know.

"Dong dong dong,."

There was an even louder knock on the door, followed by the young man's question: "Is there anyone in the house, express delivery?"

The figure covering the door paused for a moment when he heard the questioning outside. He slowly moved his fingers away, quickly moved his eyes to the outside, and glanced outside. He could vaguely see the big face of the courier guy outside and the clothes on his collar.

"Snapped."

The figure closed the door again, then frowned, snapped his fingers, pointed at the messy living room that had been turned over, and motioned for the two of them to clean it up.

"Is there anyone there?" the young man shouted again.

"Tap tap tap...!" The figure covering the door took a few steps back, paused, and shouted: "Knock it gently, I made this flying pigeon myself, don't fucking stab me. It’s bad.”

"Hurry up, I still have express delivery to deliver." The courier boy urged dissatisfiedly.

"Hurry up." The figure whispered to the other two people, and the other two people rummaged through the things in the living room, simply emptied them into the bedroom, and then walked into the bathroom.

The figure stood in the living room and glanced around, straightened his clothes, touched the military spurs on his waist, walked to the door with empty hands, then frowned and locked the door, yawned and asked: "Where is it?" Express delivery.”

"Brother from hh city, please take a look and sign." The courier just glanced at the figure casually, without any procedures to confirm his identity. He took out the express bag under his arm and handed it to the figure, and then took a pen Speaking of.[

The figure pretended to take it and glanced at the express bag, and then signed it while grunting: "The main means of transportation for your express delivery is JB mules, right? It's not like this even if you go around Taklimakan. Slow down."

"Brother, lightning is fast. If you want to send a courier tomorrow, just wait for it to rain. Stand on the roof and tie a lightning bolt to the courier. It will be there in a while." When the young man heard the figure talking in an awkward tone, he also started It doesn’t sound nice anymore.

"Oh, listening to you talk, I found that you are also a person with a temper." The figure asked a little surprised after signing.

"Yes, I'm just a stinky errand boy, but you can't just give me money for running errands, and you have to ask me to give you two bad words when I deliver the goods. That's unreasonable, isn't it?" The young man took it. For express delivery, I took out the receipt and spoke in a very precise manner.

"What you said makes sense." The figure was silent for a moment, took the express delivery again, and nodded with deep approval.

"Okay, that's it. See you later." The young man said hello cheerfully, took the pen, and ran hastily down the stairs.

As soon as he left, his face shuddered, he slammed the door, stuffed the package into the shoe rack, and shouted to the other two people in the room: "Hurry up and find JB, I don't believe she can do this." Level, a little bit of preparation...!"



At the gate of the community, the courier guy rode an electric bike and sped out quickly. At this moment, a taxi passed him and entered the community.

The taxi drove into the depths of the community and slowly stopped. After less than two minutes, the door of the back seat opened. Monroe, who had paid the fare, stepped out and glanced around confusedly, looking for someone. unit door.

"Squeak,."

At the gate of the community, the LaCrosse with a Shenzhou car rental label was parked at the gate of the community without driving in. Wen Feng squinted and stared at Monroe in the distance, paused and said slowly: "This should be the place. Get your things and get out of the car."

"Kaba!"

The driver opened his hand, and the strong man sitting behind him reached for his waist. The two of them took out military spurs at the same time, hesitated and asked: "Brother Feng, this guy doesn't have a gun, what's the point?"

"Oh, you little girl, I'll make you a freshly made tank. Why did JB go back as he got more and more mixed up?" Wen Feng took out a handful of military thorns, held them in his arms, and cursed.

"Don't I want to be on the safe side?"

"Be safe, Ma Liu Di." Wen Feng said, opened the door and walked out first, then led the two of them towards the community as if taking a walk.

Monroe, who was about fifty or sixty meters away in front, didn't notice anything unusual behind her. Carrying her bag, she found the door of the unit, hesitated for a moment, and quickly ran towards the building and walked in.

A few minutes later, Monroe arrived upstairs, checked the house number in the text message on her mobile phone, walked to the door of a resident, stretched out her hand and knocked on the door.

"Dong dong dong."

The security door made a muffled sound again.

"Uh-huh."

The three people who were busy in the house glanced at the door at the same time, and then the leading figure cursed in a low voice: "Oh damn, how much harm has this Taobao caused, burglary..."

ps: I just got home today. I should be on the plane at this time. I estimate that I will get home around 11 o'clock. I didn't get much rest last night and had to rush to the airport in the morning. I'm really exhausted. I'll check the status of the last chapter in the evening. If there is no more, Will be added tomorrow.


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