Li Xuezhu stood up and walked towards the door of the room, "There are no guards above the third floor. Baidu"
He Zhenzhong followed. This is normal. Judging from the mentality of a dictator like Fatty Jin San, this is normal. His women are private property. The emperors in ancient China were not the same. Except for the emperor, they were men.
Men can only be eunuchs.
After leaving the door, Li Xuezhu took He Zhenzhong straight to a room on the left side of the corridor, stretched out his hand, opened the door, and walked in.
He Zhenzhong took a look and saw that it was a computer room with several computers neatly placed.
"They are all disconnected and cannot connect to the Internet at all." After Li Xuezhu said this, he sat in front of a computer, started it, and grabbed the mouse and clicked on the desktop.
monitor.
He Zhenzhong glanced at Li Xuezhu with some surprise. This woman was not simple. She actually dared to install a surveillance camera under the nose of Fatty Jin San. As expected, no matter how strict, a solid fortress can be easily broken from the inside.
Li Xuezhu didn't explain how she did it or how she got the pinhole camera equipment. She quickly put down the surveillance view.
He Zhenzhong took a look and saw that it was a basement with extremely luxurious decoration. Just by looking at it, he felt as if his eyes were flashed, everything was golden.
"Did you see it? The North Korean people are suffering and enduring famine, but their own ground is paved with gold bricks."
Gold bricks paving the floor? He Zhenzhong also had to admire the idea of Fatty Jin San. He was so much more upstart than the nouveau riche like those coal bosses in China in the past. Could it be that this guy with the surname Jin particularly likes gold?
On the surveillance screen, Fatty Jin San was wearing shorts, topless, and covered in white patches of fat. He was leaning on a sofa made of gold thread, with a cigar in his mouth.
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"No news about that guy yet?"
Although he couldn't hear the sound, He Zhenzhong knew lip reading, and he knew what Fatty Jin San was talking about just by looking at his mouth shape.
"Yes."
"A bunch of trash." Fatty Jin San slapped the cigar into the gold-plated ashtray, with a ferocious look on his face, and said angrily: "There are so many people, and you can't even find anyone?"
"I think he's hiding." A guy wearing a North Korean school uniform walked behind the sofa, stretched out his hand and squeezed Fatty Jin San's shoulders, "What the hell, the Chinese God of Death is not a coward, don't worry, look at you
, I have been worried too much these days and have lost weight."
Huh.
Inexplicably, He Zhenzhong's body trembled. Why, the more he heard these words, the more wrong he felt.
"Hmph, this time, I must let that damn guy die here."
"But what if he doesn't show up and sneaks back?"
If those two guys knew that He Zhenzhong was not hiding or sneaking back, but was watching them, would they still say this? Especially, Fatty Kim Sam’s woman, the first lady of North Korea, is still there