The first thousand eight hundred and forty-eight chapters
The black muzzle of the gun was pointed at the chests of Qin Bing and the translator. The man holding the gun tilted the muzzle to signal the two of them to enter the conference hall. The two could only turn around and walk towards the ajar door of the hall with helpless expressions. As soon as they reached the door
He heard two short screams coming from inside, and then there was no sound. Qin Bing paused for a moment, and someone pressed a gun on his back. He could only grit his teeth and reach out to push open the door of the conference hall.
The conference hall was completely controlled by armed men. The merchants participating in the meeting were all sitting in their seats. Qin Bing saw two big white men lying on the ground opposite, one of whom had a military spike nailed to the back of his neck.
, the other throat was opened by a sharp blade, and blood was flowing out from the wound. The thick cashmere carpet under his body was dyed red. These two big men were the personal bodyguards of Martin Joseph, the manager of the exhibition organizer. Unexpectedly,
He will be brutally killed by this group of armed men of unknown origin.
Faced with such a group of armed men who could kill at any time, everyone present showed due obedience and cooperation, because no one wanted to be a corpse lying on the carpet. Qin Bing took a breath, forced himself to calm down and walked to himself
Sitting sideways next to his seat, the translator took a step slower and was kicked hard by the gun-wielding man behind him, knocking him forward. If he hadn't grabbed the edge of the conference table in time, he would have fallen down on the spot.
On the ground, he gritted his teeth and staggered a few steps to sit down next to Qin Bing. In this situation, he could only endure it in order to survive.
This group of unknown armed men first took control of the organizer and the core figures of all the exhibitors. They had a purpose. They first killed two bodyguards to establish their authority. Then a woman wearing a hood shook her long, flaming red wavy hair.
Carrying an MP9 submachine gun in his hand, he walked to the conference table and slapped the gun on the table with his backhand.
"Gentlemen and ladies, now everyone hand over the password to the showcase. I don't want to use violence to deal with you, but there is only one fate for those who deceive me. Just like the pig who just wanted to resist, I
I'll slit his throat with a sharp Swiss Army knife."
Because she was wearing a hood, no one could see the woman's face, but everyone who was left in the hall just now saw the knife in her hand, a Swiss Army knife with a red handle, which was very ordinary and sharp, but she
Just now, a knife like this was used to slice open the neck of a sturdy man.
The woman shook her long hair coquettishly, twitched her index fingers at the two armed men beside her, and whispered: "You two, give them pens and papers. Those who designed this security measure are really a bunch of idiots.
As long as you catch these people, you have to hand over any passwords."
Two armed men took out notebooks and pens from their tactical vests and handed them to two chubby business representatives. Those who can come here for the meeting are senior executives who know the password of the showcase. Most of them are the top decision-makers themselves. The process of collecting the password
It went very smoothly. Everyone here is smart and knows which is more important, money or life.
The woman's eyes, painted like a panda, scanned everyone's faces one by one, until finally they rested on Qin Bing's face. Perhaps because they were both women, her eyes stayed there for a few seconds longer before moving away.
The two notebooks were handed to the red-haired woman. She raised her hand and brought the notebooks to her lips, kissed her exaggeratedly, and giggled: "Thank you for your cooperation. In order to thank you for your generosity, I have decided to send you to heaven now..."
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As soon as the words came out, the expressions of everyone around the conference table changed suddenly, and a few timid ones burst into tears on the spot. For a moment, the group of jewelry sellers were reduced to chaff, like a group of pitiful prisoners about to be sentenced to death.
, Qin Bing could not suppress the sadness in her heart, and two lines of tears silently fell from the corners of her eyes.
"Giggle--" The red-haired woman raised her head and let out a strange laugh. She reached out and picked up the submachine gun and pointed it at the nearest middle-aged white man. This man was Martin Joseph, the manager of the exhibition organizer. He was frightened and his whole body was in chaos.
Shaking, he actually raised his hands obediently.
The red-haired woman's laughter suddenly stopped and she said in a cold voice: "I'm sorry, I just said something wrong. To thank you for your generosity, I will give you a good thing that can dream of heaven. You don't have to thank me when you wake up."
I'm sorry, please cooperate again." As soon as he finished speaking, two men in camouflage uniforms took out a small medicine bottle from their tactical vests, poured out a handful of small blue pills and distributed them to everyone around the conference table.
The first people to receive the small pill were Qin Bing and the translator. She hesitated and put the pill into her mouth and swallowed it. The translator raised the pill to the tip of her nose, watched it and kept spitting, but did not dare to take it.
When he put it in his mouth, it looked like Viagra, but he wasn't sure whether it would kill him if he swallowed it.
The man in the camouflage uniform behind him seemed to be impatient, and reached out and slapped him on the back of the head. The translator screamed strangely at the slap, and quickly threw the pill into his mouth, swallowing it with a twitch of his Adam's apple.
Within a few seconds after Qin Bing swallowed the pill, he felt dizzy in his mind and whispered: "Qingzi, where are you..." Before he finished speaking, he leaned forward and lay on the conference table.
The translator who had taken the pills was smart enough to lie down on the table one step ahead, and soon passed out. In less than five minutes, all the jewelers at the jewelry fair who had taken the pills lay down on the conference table and passed out.
In the past, only Martin Joseph was left holding the pills and frowning. He turned his head and looked at the red-haired woman. The timidity on his face was gone, replaced by an expression of suspicion.
"Lucia, are you sure this damn pill has no side effects?" Joseph hesitated to put the small blue pill on his fingertip into his mouth.
The red-haired woman nodded and said: "Don't worry, there will be absolutely no side effects. You will be completely back to normal in twelve hours. No one will suspect that you were involved in this matter."
Joseph smiled bitterly and said: "Okay, in order to complete the dragon plan of our great head of state, hi!" He raised his arm and stretched forward, gave a weird salute, then took the small blue pill into his mouth, and held it for a few seconds.
After a while, he leaned forward and hit his head heavily on the table.
A look of disgust flashed in the red-haired woman's eyes. She raised her hand and pointed the muzzle of the submachine gun at Joseph's head. She pulled the trigger hard, click click - the empty gun without bullets made several clicks. She sneered and raised the gun.
He reached out to pull out a magazine from his waist and replaced it with a gun. He gestured to all the armed personnel and the group quickly left the conference hall.
If Martin Joseph hadn't called all the jewelers to a meeting, they wouldn't have been arrested. Now two of his bodyguards have been killed, and he took drugs like everyone else. All of this is just a cover-up. His true identity is to complete a war
A special person who exists as the last wish of a madman.