Song Qingci always stared at Hei Laogui's pistol, and her tone was always calm: "I can take out 500 million. Last year, I invested in an offshore drilling rig in South America, and oil came out. There is an independent account of mine there, and I haven't sent any information to it yet.
Binding.”
"With my signature, you can get that independent account, which cannot be traced."
Song Qingci smiled: "You two, aren't you just here to ask for money?"
At this time, both Hei Laogui and Lao Liu fell silent.
To say I'm not moved is just bullshit.
Yang Bei seemed to have rushed up to join the two kidnappers, and together they robbed Song Qingci.
Seeing her chatting, Yang Bei felt deeply in his heart: This is a rich person. He doesn't have to worry about the bandits, but just throwing money around will shock them all.
Liu Shanfeng was really moved.
As Song Qingci said, aren't they just working hard for money?
Now that Song Celadon can give them 500 million US dollars, what reason do they have for not accepting it?
He gritted his teeth and was silent for a long time. As if he was talking, there was a loud sound in his ears: Bang!
The old black guy shot!
He saw the bullet whizzing out, rapidly growing in size in Yang Bei's horrified eyes, and finally grazed his ear and hit the rear window.
There was a hole in the right side of the car's glass.
The cool breeze rushed in, causing Yang Bei to break out in a cold sweat.
Song Qingci was so frightened that her pretty face turned pale.
Old Liu also trembled and asked: "Old ghost, what are you doing?"
"What not to do."
Hei Laogui gritted his teeth and said, "I'm just reminding you not to be deceived by him and drive to the appointed place. I'm not interested. I'll be on the run for the rest of my life! You don't want your niece to be hunted down by the Huaibei Foundation after you."
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"I said I wouldn't pursue you."
Song Qingci was busy explaining, but the old ghost raised his hand and shot again: Bang!
Then he shouted coldly: "Shut up!"
Song Qingci's pretty face trembled unnaturally, and she didn't dare to speak. Yang Bei immediately calmed down after a cold sweat rolled down his forehead, and he was still in the mood to tease: "Oh, Old Liu, you have brought your niece with you through life and death, aren't you beautiful?
No?"
"Boy, don't try to trick me."
Old Liu licked his lower lips and said simply: "I'll tell you directly. You have met my niece, twice. You and I have also known each other for a long time."
"Um?"
Yang Bei was a little confused.
But I heard Old Liu smile sinisterly: "Have you forgotten that there was a pregnant woman playing with her child at the Holiday Inn that night, and the child fell into the river? Did you step forward?"
What?
Yang Bei was still confused, but after seeing several layers of mats placed under Lao Liu's butt, he thought of something.
He felt a chill all over his body, and goosebumps stood up on his skin: "You are not the child who fell into the water, are you?"
"Hey, didn't expect that?"
Old Liu smiled: "Dwarfism is inherently slow in development, and I am also proficient in the art of thinning bones. Did you not expect that? My niece was the pregnant woman that day."
It's him?
Song Celadon instantly heard the direction of the road. At that time, Song Wanshuang went down to the river to save people. Was it Lao Liu who was saved?
She felt like she was hearing fantasy, but her reason told her that it was completely possible.
Just add clothes and makeup.
Yang Bei also looked in disbelief: "I really didn't expect this. What about my second meeting with your niece?"
"Last weekend night, did you pick up a seriously injured girl outside the 24-hour convenience store on Morning Market Street?"
Old Liu smiled.
Yang Bei's eyes widened as well, and he and Song Qingci looked at each other.
The truth is thus connected in series.
Lao Liu and his niece set out to steal Song Wanshuang's USB flash drive from the beginning, and they were very successful.
They were even prepared to be traced by Song Wanshuang, but who would have thought that Song Wanshuang mistakenly regarded Yang Bei as the real murderer and went to trace him.
Later, Lao Liu wanted to kill Song Wanshuang and get money.
As a result, he was no match for his bodyguards, and he was eventually chased and rolled off a cliff. His niece, who was carrying the USB flash drive, was also seriously injured.
When Yang Bei rescued her, his niece's USB flash drive happened to be left at Nanshan Medical Center and was picked up by the former.
After seeing that Yang Bei had Song Wanshuang's USB flash drive, Song Wanshuang became more and more suspicious of him.
This led to a series of mistakes later.
All I can say is that there are no coincidences.
The rain was still falling, pattering on the car, playing a frightening song.
The car was rushing to their determined destination.
The carriage was still filled with a faint smell of smoke.
When Lao Liu lit another one, a thunderbolt clicked down in the forest not far away.
At this time, it was completely dark outside, and the rain had cut off the light of the street lights, making the whole world look particularly eerie.
This thunder briefly illuminated everything around it.
But with just this blast of thunder, Yang Bei moved, but then returned to his original state, as if he hadn't moved at all.
The old black ghost only saw his figure flicker, and his brows furrowed: "Fuck, what did you do?"
Yang Bei smiled and did not answer, but changed the subject: "Brother, you seem to have practiced. Do you know that when our ancestors fought, their body was like a snake, feet like drills, eyes like shooting stars, hands like lightning
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"Be more honest, boy!"
The old black ghost roared angrily and wanted to put the gun on his head.
Suddenly my wrist felt numb.
And there was an indescribable feeling: he clearly wanted to hand over his hand, but his fingers were limp and unwilling to obey, as if the nerve signals from his brain were suddenly broken when they reached his wrist.
what happened?
The old ghost's face changed drastically. He lowered his head and looked at his wrists. Only then did he notice that there were silver needles stuck in each of his wrists.
Bright and bright.
"My physical fitness is a bit poor. It's impossible for my body to be like a snake and my feet to be like drills. But after practicing acupuncture for five years, I still have this speed."
Yang Bei slowly raised his hand, nervously reaching for the barrel of the gun in the opponent's wrist: "In our line of work, we have to do lightning needle sewing. Do you know what that means? It means holding the needle in one hand and the thread in the other, using only the needle in the dark.
It takes a few tenths of a second for the lightning to light up to pass the thread through the needle's eye."
The old black ghost's eyes almost popped out. He tried desperately to pull the trigger, but found that his hands didn't obey him at all!
We can only let Yang Bei take the gun away from him with one hand!
How can this be?
He was a former top killer.
Even if you haven't killed anyone in fifteen years, you won't fall for a brat!
It's that silver needle that's doing the trick!
He panicked. Just because he was frightened by Yang Bei's magical means, he became speechless, sat down, and collapsed on the co-pilot: "You, how did you do that?"
"Old ghost?"
Director Liu who was driving was startled. When he looked in the rearview mirror, he saw that Yang Bei had raised his gun and pointed it straight at him.
Yang Bei's voice was very cold: "Stop the car, or I'll kill you."