Chapter three hundred and ninety fifth cemetery old man
The consumption in the world is the highest in Jiangcheng. A meal with the "five hundred girls" was originally enough, but the three kidnappers opened a bottle of French champagne worth three hundred US dollars and broke a plate.
'Five Hundred Girls' is not enough.
When Xianggong saw the other party blocking the way, he raised his eyebrows and said, "How much do you want to pay for a plate?"
The man in the black suit smiled calmly and gestured to the colleague on the side. The other man in the suit opened a single clip and whispered: "Six dishes and one soup plus French champagne and an exquisite porcelain plate, a total of five thousand two hundred and eighty."
piece."
The little arc on Xianggong's cheek twitched, and he took out five more 'girls' cards from his bag and threw them on the table, and said in a deep voice: "Let's go." Unexpectedly, the two accomplices behind him were already stunned.
The two pairs of eyes were round and motionless, like clay and wood sculptures.
Instinctively sensing that something was wrong, the husband-in-law quickly reached for his waist, and a young man in casual clothes passed by him.
"I'm sorry, I borrowed it." Xu Qing stepped aside to let his husband go, suddenly stretched out his hand to hold the guy's elbow, and pointed Rufeng to poke the Tianzong, Yunmen, and Zhongfu acupuncture points on his back.
Brother Xianggong only felt that half of his body was numb, and he was unable to struggle. Xu Qing smiled and removed his hand holding the handle of the gun, and then closed his half-open clothes to avoid exposing the gun in public and causing unnecessary panic.
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"Master Xu, what are you doing?" The middle-aged man in a black suit is the hotel lobby manager. He has some knowledge of Xu Qing's methods and was surprised to see him suddenly take action to restrain the diners.
Xu Qing took a step forward and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "Ask a few brave people to carry these three guys to the upstairs box and make them soundproof, and I will come over."
The middle-aged man nodded knowingly and said: "Okay, I'll make arrangements right away." He is a smart person who can reach his position. Since Xu Qing has spoken, there is no need to ask more. He will naturally know what he should know.
Xu Qing nodded, walked to the service counter to pay the bill, leaned against the counter, lit a cigarette and smoked slowly, watching the manager ask someone to carry the three kidnappers and the guys they took upstairs.
Then he followed him leisurely.
Five minutes later, the three kidnappers were all tied up on the sofa in a special large box on the top floor. The walls of this box were made of the latest sound insulation materials. No matter how hard they were inside, they could not be heard outside.
"Master Xu, they all have guys with them." The manager in black suit pointed to the firearms, grenades and other objects placed aside, and secretly took a breath. If Master Xu hadn't discovered it in time today, I'm afraid things would have gotten out of hand.
, he also admired Xu Qing's magical kung fu to the extreme. Yanhuang Chinese website.
Xu Qing nodded: "Turn off all the cameras in the box and leave these guys alone."
The middle-aged manager was still a little uneasy, but he responded and turned around to go out. Suddenly he heard Xu Qing behind him say: "Enter Jiao Kuan, who is sitting at my table well, and I will pay for all the expenses."
"Yes, Mr. Xu." The manager responded with a low voice, pushed the door out, and closed the door with a bang. Only Xu Qing and the three kidnappers were left in the box. Xu Qing turned back and took a bottle of vitamin C drink from the cupboard, opened the
He placed the cover on the coffee table and looked up at the camera with a red light on the overhead light with a half-smile.
Not long after, the red light on the camera dimmed. Xu Qing picked up the drink and took a sip. He walked towards the three kidnappers expressionlessly. Their acupuncture points were restrained, but their eyes could still move, and their thinking would naturally not stagnate.
Soon you will experience the most difficult torture in the world...
At this time, Tang Guobin had been blowing cold wind at the entrance of a cemetery in the south of the city for nearly three hours. There was still no news about the damn kidnapper, and there was no trace of his father, Tang Qingsheng. The cigarette butts on the ground seemed to mock his helplessness, but now
There is nothing to do but smoke and wait.
Another half an hour passed, and a woman in a black woolen coat walked not far away. She also supported an old man who was walking tremblingly. The old man seemed to be afraid of catching the wind and cold, and was covered with a large black windbreaker.
He was wrapped up tightly, wearing a large white mask, and a pair of black toad glasses on the bridge of his nose, so that he couldn't even see his face clearly, but from his gray hair, it was inferred that this man was quite old.
The woman held a bouquet of white chrysanthemums in her hand and helped the old man move forward slowly. Both of them walked past Tang Guobin's car and entered the cemetery with their heads lowered. They seemed to be going to pay homage to relatives and friends. Such a pair appeared at the entrance of the cemetery again.
It's normal, but Tang Guobin must have seen at least a dozen people coming in and out after staying here for a few hours!
Tang Guobin, who was filled with anxiety and depression, leaned against the front of the car. He took out the cigarette case and was about to smoke another one. Unexpectedly, it was already empty. In frustration, he crushed the empty cigarette case and threw it to the ground.
When he raised his head and saw the old man's back, an inexplicable feeling of familiarity came to his heart, but then he shook his head hard.
What's wrong with me? I regard a grave sweeper as my father... Tang Guobin's expression darkened, and he turned back to the car to get a pack of cigarettes. Suddenly, he jerked away and chased the old man in the direction he left.
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If the thought that flashed through his mind just now was like a flash in the pan, and the familiarity in his mind suddenly burst out like a flood at the moment he leaned forward to pick up a cigarette, the old man wearing a mask was his father Tang Qingsheng.
After rushing into the cemetery gate, one sees a road with dwarf pines planted on both sides. The old man is standing beside a cypress tree not far away, while the woman in the woolen coat has disappeared.
Tang Guobin rushed forward, reached out and took off the toad mirror on the bridge of the old man's nose, revealing a pair of tear-filled eyes. It was definitely Tang Qingsheng.
"Dad..." Tang Guobin trembled and quickly pulled off the mask on his face. Only then did he realize that his father's mouth was sealed with a piece of tape. No wonder he couldn't speak just now. He untied his windbreaker and Tang Qingsheng's hands were covered with tape.
The two tape locks are firmly tied, and the windbreaker is just worn on the body.
Tang Guobin pulled out a dagger from his waist and cut off the tape on his father's hand. Tang Qingsheng raised his hand and tore off the tape on his mouth. He breathed a sigh of relief, patted his son on the shoulder with a wry smile and said, "Let's go."
Let’s talk about it when we get home.”
"Yes!" Tang Guobin took his father's arm for the first time, and the father and son walked toward the entrance of the cemetery together.
The father and son got into the car. Tang Guobin took out his mobile phone and dialed Xu Qing's number. It beeped for forty seconds before the call was connected. However, there were sudden bursts of hoarse wailing on the other end of the phone, as if someone was receiving a call from someone.
This was an extremely severe torture, and after a while of wailing, it turned into a trembling cry for mercy.