() Upstairs, the middle-aged man who hung up the phone was about to return to the office to continue estimating the funds on hand with a group of finance staff. But in the corridor, after just two steps, the manager downstairs took big steps and faced him. come over.
"Brother, something happened downstairs," the manager said quickly, standing next to the middle-aged man.
"What's wrong?" The middle-aged man turned his head and asked with a frown.
"Someone is causing trouble in the private room, and our security captain will arrest him." The manager said again.
"How many people have been stabbed? Did he say what he meant?" The middle-aged man stopped, was stunned for a moment, and asked doubtfully.
"It's just a lonely ghost that jumped out of nowhere. It may not be worthy of tribute." The manager scratched his nose and said lightly.
"Is it just one person, a familiar face?" The middle-aged man lowered his head and asked again.
"Well, it's just one person. Shenyang has never seen this person before."
"Take someone to talk to him. It's not easy to deal with this unexpected begging. Just throw him 20,000 yuan and send him away as soon as possible." The middle-aged man pondered for a moment and said slowly.
"Okay, I understand." The manager agreed, nodded, and went to the first floor with the internal security personnel upstairs and downstairs.
"Hey, it's so fucking hard to make some money now. 200 million is just a throw away. I really don't know how I made all this money." The middle-aged man said with emotion, and then clicked I lit a cigarette and took big steps, ready to turn a corner and go to the innermost office.
"Tap tap tap,."
Just as the middle-aged man was walking forward quickly, a strong man looked around and wandered in the corridor. The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then walked over and asked with a smile: "Brother, you went to the wrong place."
"Where is 302?" the strong man asked in confusion.
"Haha, you went to the wrong place. This floor is the employee area and is not open to the public. Room 302 is downstairs." The middle-aged man said, turned around and left.
"Peng,."
A palm patted his shoulder, and the middle-aged man suddenly turned his head. Gao Dong was wearing gloves, and the spur in his left hand was directly pressed against his chest.
"What do you mean, buddy." The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and glanced at the military thorns on his chest, and asked with a sinister face.
"It's not interesting. Let's go out and chat with you." Gao Dong stared at the middle-aged man and said slowly.
"Why don't I go?"
"Then let the knife speak."
"I'll yell, can you get out?"
"When those idiots downstairs come up, I have all the time to stab you 18 times, and then slide down from the fourth floor." Gao Dong narrowed his eyes, hugged the middle-aged man's neck, and said slowly.
"You guys are in the same group," the middle-aged man suddenly realized.
"Go, or not," Gao Dong bit his lip and asked slowly.
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Downstairs, I was sitting in a second-hand Jetta, lying on the car window with an expressionless face, staring at the door. After about ten minutes, Gao Dong, carrying a middle-aged man, slowly walked towards me, I breathed a sigh of relief and opened the car door.
"Ta Ta Teng,."
Three hundred meters away, the middle-aged man looked up and saw my body. He suddenly froze on the spot. I licked my lips, sat in the car, and looked at him expressionlessly. I didn't know what it was like.
The middle-aged man paused for a moment, clenched his fists instantly, lowered his head, and took two steps forward. He suddenly began to struggle in his heart. He thought they were two fugitives asking for money, but he never expected that they would be at the door. See me,.
"Wait a minute." The middle-aged man suddenly stopped in place.
Gao Dong was stunned for a moment, then took a step back.
"Peng,."
The middle-aged man punched nothing, took a step back, and suddenly reached for his waist.
"Wow,."
The black muzzle of the gun was pointed at the middle-aged man's head. The middle-aged man still maintained the posture of inserting his hands into his waist. Gao Dong frowned, licked his lips, and said slowly: "Don't sign this with me.
, I hold it to sleep every fucking day, can I still let you play with it?"
"." The middle-aged man looked at Gao Dong, gritted his teeth, paused for three seconds, slowly stretched out his arm, and threw the gun to the ground with a snap.
"Peng,."
Gao Dong stepped forward, hit him on the head with the handle of a gun, and raised his knife to stab him.
"Dongzi, let's go." I sat in the car, looked at the scene in front of me coldly, and shouted lightly.
Gao Dong turned his head and looked at me, then at the middle-aged man. He stopped being polite and roughly grabbed him by the collar and got into the second-hand Jetta. The middle-aged man and I sat in the back seat, and Gao Dong sat in the cab.
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"Where's Fuxin?" I asked.
"Don't worry about him, he's making extra money, let's go first." Gao Dong started the car, stepped on the accelerator, and sped out.
"Whoosh,."
The Jetta was running roughly on the street, very fast, as if it was competing with others for time. The three people in the car were silent for a while.
"You don't seem to want to see me," I turned around and stared at the middle-aged man, and asked slowly.
"Hey Shi Wei, it's not in your hands," the middle-aged man leaned tiredly on the back seat and asked lightly.
"I'll be there sooner or later." I still looked at him, ready to get to know the person in front of me again.
"Brother Wen, you're so impatient. You are the one who found the people in Shanghai." The middle-aged man was silent for a long time and asked again.
"Well, yes." I thought for a long time, looked out the car window, and nodded in agreement.
When the middle-aged man heard my words, he suddenly opened his eyes and then closed them. The corners of his mouth twitched fiercely a few times, and he said slowly and hoarsely: "Haha, these words sound so damn exciting."
"Whether you listen to this or not, the result will be the same." I said with twitching in my heart.
"Fei, are we friends?" the middle-aged man asked slowly.
"It will always be," I was silent for a moment, turned my head, looked at him and replied seriously.
After hearing what I said, the middle-aged man was obviously stunned for a moment, sighed infinitely, and stopped talking.
In Shenyang, in an express hotel next to the Criminal Detention Center, a young man carrying a suitcase walked out quickly. He reached the door, pressed the car key in his hand, and stepped onto an A6.
"Snapped,."
Putting down his suitcase, the young man took out his mobile phone, called up a number from the text message, and dialed it.
"Hello, who's there?" the pockmarked voice on the phone asked slowly.
"Sending CDs," the young man replied calmly——
ps: There will be more updates in the evening,,, the specific time is not necessarily known, they will be added before 12 o'clock.