There is a gray van hidden in the darkness on the side of the highway.
There was a man sitting in the car. He was in his thirties, his face was covered with stubble, and there was a scar above his eyebrow bone, which almost cut off his eyebrow.
A faint red light flashed from time to time in the dim carriage, and a strong smell of tobacco filled the air.
There was still no movement in the hospital, which made him a little anxious.
If you succeed, you should have come out by now.
Even if you fail, you won’t be so quiet, there must be some movement.
His name is Sanggou, and he has been doing this for seven or eight years.
I have always been paid to do things, very efficient, and never asked for information about my employer.
Because he firmly believes that only by following the rules can you achieve long-term success.
The price for this business today was very high, and the boss took the order without hesitation and asked him to keep an eye on it.
After a few minutes, he opened the door and got out of the car, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and stamped it out with his foot.
I looked up at the hospital, wondering whether to leave or stay.
Suddenly, a pistol was pressed against the back of his head silently in the dark night.
He was shocked and felt that his whole body was cold.
I have been a killer for many years, but I didn’t even know someone touched my behind.
It’s over.
Either the enemy or the police.
It's possible that a bullet will penetrate his head in the next second, or the other party may put handcuffs on him.
He was stiff all over, and what happened next made him confused.
The other party put an arm over his shoulder, holding a grenade in his hand.
"Take it." A deep voice came from behind, "Hands tightly."
Sanggou silently took the grenade into his hand, and then his hands were tied several times with tape.
Then, he watched helplessly as the top tab was pulled off.
Something similar to a tactical chest strap was put around the neck, and then the chest, abdomen and back were tightened, and the straps tied it firmly to the body.
The mourning dog looked down and found that it was covered with cylindrical explosive barrels, and a call machine was attached to it with a red light flashing continuously.
He broke out in cold sweat, what the hell is this?
I have been traveling around the world for many years, and I have never seen a ruthless person, but this is the first time I have seen him tie explosives to someone without saying a word.
"Friend, which road is this?" Sanggou asked calmly.
"What about you, a small business owner?"
"Collect money and do things for others."
The other party turned to face the mourning dog, revealing a cold and ferocious face, his eyes flashing coldly, "What do you call me?"
"In mourning for a dog, please give me face and call me Brother Dog."
"My name is Wang Ying, a nobody."
"I wonder what I'm offended by?" Sanggou looked at the other person's face and felt a little scared.
"It's okay, I just wanted to chat with you." Qin Yi looked at Sangou expressionlessly, "Is your business good, is it hard, and how is your income?"
The corner of Sangou's mouth twitched a few times, and he forced out a smile, "Brother, if you have any difficulties, just ask. Are you short of money? Just one sentence?"
"I'm not short of money." Qin Yi looked directly at the mourning dog and said coldly, "I'm just interested in your industry and I'm going to investigate and cross over."
"We just work for money, are you interested in this?"
"How much does it cost to kill that guy in the hospital?"
"..."
Qin Yi patted the mourning dog on the shoulder, "This thing is called a bomb vest. Ten kilograms of Semdine explosives are hung on it. It is timed and detonated by remote control. It is absolutely guaranteed that no one can find you."
Mangou's body was trembling slightly, "We only received one million, and we don't know anything else."
"The one lying in the hospital is my boss."
"..."
Qin Yi slapped Sang Gou in the face.
This slap made the sad dog's eyes flash with stars, his ears buzzed, and some fishy, salty liquid flowed out of his mouth.
The mourning dog, who had not recovered yet, saw the other party raising the detonator in his hand, and immediately panicked.
"Friend, calm down, we just collect money to do things..."
Qin Yi slapped her again.
"I'm very angry now!" Qin Yi slapped Mangou's face fiercely.
"Do you know what you did, huh?!"
Qin Yi slapped him so hard that his mouth and nose started to bleed, and he fell to the ground unsteadily.
"Yesterday, we brothers made a deal, but something went wrong. Five hundred million banknotes were missing. The only survivor at the scene was still lying in the hospital." Qin Yi stepped on the head of the mourning dog and crushed it hard.
"Five billion!"
"If you kill him, where can I find 500 million? You pay me!"
Five hundred million?!
Sanggou’s head exploded instantly. What is the concept of 500 million?
He didn't even realize for a moment how many zeros five hundred million was.
Several photos were scattered in front of Sanggou. Qin Yi picked up one and held it in front of him, "Look at this person clearly! Is this the one you want to kill?"
The mourning dog squinted his eyes to identify carefully under the dim street lights.
The person in the photo met and was indeed their target, Zhang Zihao.
In the photo, Zhang Zihao is high-spirited, with a cigar in one hand and a handful of banknotes in the other, with a proud look on his face.
This is not the point. The point is that Zhang Zihao is sitting in a room full of banknotes, which are piled up into a small mountain.
A lot of money!
Sang Gou's eyes immediately straightened, and he instantly understood the method of calling Wang Ying.
If he had lost 500 million, he would have dared to blow up the Governor's Mansion, let alone strapping explosives.
"Wait a minute, Brother Ying, right?" Sangou said with all his strength, "Calm down, this matter can still be saved, I can call my men back..."
"It's too late." Qin Yi snorted coldly, "Your man is broken."
"It's broken..." Sangou was a little confused, "Why is it broken..."
"What? Are you unhappy that my boss is not dead?"
"No, no!" Sanggou shook his head hurriedly.
Qin Yi looked him up and down, and suddenly asked: "How do you share your business?"
"The broker gets 10%, and the boss gets 50%."
"Where's the rest?"
"I get 20%, and those who do it get 20%."
Qin Yi suddenly slapped Sangou on the face again, "It's only 200,000 yuan per order. What are you doing with your life? Why don't you become a robber?"
This slap stunned the dog. How many years have I been a killer? You ask me why I am not a robber?
Are people doing the job of robbers?
Not to mention how much time it takes from checking the spot to taking action, you will have to fight with armed guards and police at every turn, and it will be broken on the spot.
Even if it succeeds, the value of each transaction is only a few million.
When it comes to selling stolen goods, it will be discounted by 20 to 30%, and it won’t be much if a few people divide it up.
And after finishing a vote, you often have to run away and hide for a while.
In comparison, the project of killing is short, flat and fast.
Their target is usually a single person, so it is convenient and secretive.
Kill him with one shot, then go back and collect the money and that's it.
Qin Yi squatted down and looked down at the mourning dog lying on the ground with cold eyes, "Do you want to get rich?"
Nonsense, who wouldn’t want to?
"Do you want to be a boss?"
Sangou hesitated, he didn't know what the man in front of him meant.
"Take me to see your boss, I want to talk to you."