Chapter 3 What should you do if you encounter a murderer while delivering goods?
Author: Brilliant fireworks
Chapter 3 What should you do if you encounter a murderer while delivering goods?
Wang Zhen braked lightly, and the broken bread slowly stopped at the door of the villa. He raised his hand and pressed the horn twice, "Didi."
In the villa, Donkey, who was watching the situation outside on the first floor, looked at the electronic screen at the door and frowned, "Golden Retriever, there is a car coming at the door. It seems to be an acquaintance here. He wants to come in. What should I do?"
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There was silence in the communication channel, and a few seconds later Golden Retriever's voice sounded, "The poet goes to the first floor, let him in, and we will see how the situation is dealt with."
Donkey clicked the door-open button under the electronic screen, and the large iron door opened on both sides.
Breaking bread drove in. Wang Zhen parked the car next to the GL8 and did not open the door. Instead, he bent over and turned around and got into the car.
Donkey stared at the screen and frowned. It was strange. Why didn't anyone get out of the car?
Tighten the gun in your hand, don't let anyone fucking find you, right?
Just as he was thinking about it, he saw the door of the van being opened. First a leg was stretched out and kicked on the ground, and then a butt was stuck out. The donkey looked strange.
Wang Zhen reached out and picked up three boxes of beer and walked backwards. The large 640 ml glass bottles, 36 bottles in three boxes, weighed more than 70 kilograms. That is to say, he was tall, and his chin was stuck on the box. He kept a bright smile on his face, which was a bit awkward.
He walked towards the door of the villa.
There are no good people living here, but there are perverts who cannot be offended. You must have a good attitude.
Looking at the picture on the screen, the donkey opened his mouth slightly and looked constipated. A man was delivering beer. What should I do?
Without waiting for him to think too much, Wang Zhen walked to the door and Donkey opened the door smoothly.
Wang Zhen lowered his head and walked up the steps with the box in his hand and entered the door. Just as he was about to say hello, he saw a man lying on the ground next to him with his face smashed. Blood was pouring from his face. The wounds on his body were coming out. The ground was covered with blood.
This... doesn't seem to be makeup?
Could it be...
died!
Wang Zhen glanced blankly, then raised his head and looked around with a blank expression. He saw someone lying on the sofa in front of him, bleeding from his body. Most of the white sofa was stained red with blood.
Wang Zhen's face began to turn pale, and he turned his head slightly to the left. There were two people lying on the ground. Looking at the amount of bleeding around them, they... seemed to be dead, too.
Bar……
That……
Who opened the door?
A chill rushed from the soles of his feet to the skin of his head. Wang Zhen felt stiff all over, his arms were weak, and his body trembled violently. Three boxes of beer hit the ground in front of him, making a clanging and crackling sound.
Awakened by the sound, Wang Zhen immediately turned around and suddenly saw an AKM pointing at him.
The first moment I saw it, what came to mind was AKM, an improved version of AK-47, with a caliber of 7.26 and using M43 intermediate bullets. It is the most widely used gun in the world and has been active on battlefields and in film and television works around the world.
The second glance fell on the donkey's indifferent face.
Wang Zhen subconsciously raised his hand to cover his eyes with a 'pop' sound, his face was distorted, and he was about to walk out. As he walked, he said: "I didn't see it, I didn't see anything."
I just got nervous and spoke in Chinese.
With a 'pop' sound, the door was closed, and Wang Zhen stood stiffly at the door, not daring to move.
Even if you have an AKM slapped on your waist, you don't dare to move.
Donkey looked at Wang Zhen who covered his eyes with his hands to show that he didn't see anything and almost laughed out loud. He tried his best to ask with a straight face: "What are you doing?"
When he heard that it was in English, Wang Zhen realized that what he just said was not understood by the other party. Fortunately, Lan Na Tai's basic English conversation was not a problem after working for three years. He immediately said with trembling: "I am a waiter at Yaoji Restaurant on Hinoki Road.
The person who came to deliver late-night snacks, I’m Chinese, I’m 21 years old, I didn’t see anything, I just left after the takeaway was placed at the door, and I didn’t even enter the house.”
Speak quickly and clearly, and your English conversation skills are absolutely extraordinary!
Donkey blinked. The guy in front of him answered so comprehensively that he didn't know what to ask for a moment.
So, when a food deliveryman sees what they are like, should he shoot and kill them directly?
The donkey looked up at the poet, who said with a profound expression: "Fate is the master of half of our actions, but it leaves the other half, or almost half, at our disposal."
Wang Zhen looked anxious and confused. What the hell are you talking about?
I understand the words, but what do they mean when combined together?
Damn it, you don’t understand the moment of life and death?
He vowed to learn English well if he could survive this time!
Donkey gritted his teeth and said, "Mom, I shouldn't have asked you!"
"Look at this photo, can you two recognize who is the target of the mission? Damn it, I feel like these Lanna Tai people all look the same. The key is, why do I feel like none of them look alike!" Footsteps sounded, and the golden retriever sounded.
Coming down from upstairs, his tone was full of irritation.
The donkey looked at the poet, the poet looked at the donkey, and they spread their hands together.
The hall suddenly fell into silence. We couldn't take a photo with everyone.
"What's going on?" Golden Retriever asked, looking at the broken wine bottles on the ground.
"The food delivery guy..." The donkey said softly. They didn't know him. He should be known to the locals.
In their eyes, there is no difference between Chinese and Lanna Thai people.
"Open your eyes." Donkey pushed his gun against Wang Zhen's waist.
"You can't open it, you can't open it. I understand the rules. I can't live if I see your face." Wang Zhen said quickly.
"Fake, hurry up, or I'll beat you to death now. Show me which guy is the guy in the photo!" Donkey poked Wang Zhen's armpit with the muzzle of his gun. He felt the pain and naturally let go.
Having no other choice, Wang Zhen lowered his head and took the photo and looked at it, "Basong?"
Seeing that the waiter recognized him, several people immediately breathed a sigh of relief. The golden retriever said loudly: "Hurry up, find it, I'll give you 2 minutes."
Wang Zhen gritted his teeth, raised his head and ran around the hall. He didn't feel the smell of blood. After all, he had killed the fish for several years and had no feeling anymore. But the corpse looked a bit scary, much scarier than what he saw on TV.
Especially the one whose face was smashed, "It's not like this here."
"Come up, I'll follow you." Donkey pushed Wang Zhen.
Wang Zhen was afraid of delaying the murderous gang, so he ran upstairs quickly, no, no, no...
When he came to the hall again, Wang Zhen's face looked heavier than ever before. Life or death was right in front of him.
The faces of the members of the Scythe team were ugly, and Donkey asked aloud: "What should we do now? Didn't the intelligence say that people are here?"
"Can I still get half the money if I can't kill the target?" Bayonet asked aloud.
"What do you think?" Golden Retriever replied angrily.
"What's wrong is the intelligence." Bayonet suddenly became anxious.
Jin Mao shook his head, looking at the money given for the mission, there was no reason for this.
"Let's withdraw first. It's been six minutes. Go back and ask the middleman again," the poet said in a low voice.
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone turned to Wang Zhen.
This guy who appeared out of nowhere saw them. If he let him go, both the police and the mission target would find him. There was no way he could say nothing in front of these people.
Not to mention the issue of revealing the faces of several people, let’s just say that once the mission target is known, it will be completely hidden, and it will be even more impossible to complete the mission by then.
so……
Although I don't want to...
Several people looked at Jin Mao, who touched the pistol on his waist.