The helicopter circled over the top floor and then slowly landed. Before the wings could completely stop, the cabin door opened with a bang. A blond and blue-eyed foreigner leaned out half of his body. The most impressive thing was that he had a tall butt.
He has an aquiline nose and a dark red scar about an inch long between his eyebrows. e^Look
That's right. Xu Qing flicked the cigarette butts off his hand, took out the God's Triangle from his waist and walked over quickly. As long as he handed the thing to the scarred face, everything would be fine.
The scar-faced foreigner stretched out his left hand as much as possible, with a trace of unconcealable eagerness flashing in his green pupils. Xu Qing stepped forward and threw the God's Triangle in his hand. He used just the right amount of force, and the thing was firmly caught by the opponent.
live.
The wings of the aircraft, which had not completely stopped, accelerated and the helicopter took off, this time heading due east. Xu Qing took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to Ren Bing, and then quickly deleted all communication records.
It's always good to be extra careful in a foreign land.
After taking the elevator downstairs, Xu Qing remembered that he didn't leave Laura's contact information. Now that the matter was done, he didn't want to stay here any longer, so he threw the room card at the reception desk and walked out of the hotel lobby.
During the day, the casino was like a listless lazy cat. There were only a few pedestrians on the road. Xu Qing grabbed a taxi outside the hotel with his suitcase. Tomorrow was the start of the World Gambling King Competition. He was so nervous.
It's impossible, but you have to make some preparations, isn't it? That General Chaku Moben has never had a black face until now, he is indeed quite different.
The phone in General Hei's pocket vibrated when he thought about it. When he took it out, he actually said that Lao Hei and his follower had arrived. The person calling was Liu Zhao. This guy had disappeared from the world since he arranged for Xu Qing to stay in a hotel.
As if, he was given away a commercial suit, which was torn into a one-armed suit. Fortunately, there was also a box of U.S. dollars, which was enough for free activities for two days.
He curled his lips and answered the phone in his hand. Liu Zhao's smiling voice came from the other end of the phone: "Mr. Xu, are you satisfied with your past two days?"
Xu Qing smiled and said: "It's not bad, I can eat and sleep, but I often walk around and stuff like that!"
Liu Zhao could naturally hear a hint of displeasure in the other party's words. He laughed twice and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Xu. I've been handling some trivial matters for General Chaku these two days, and I've neglected our distinguished guests. Please bear with me!"
Xu Qing said calmly: "It doesn't matter. I'll be back home after gambling in two days anyway. I'm not used to seeing Qing Yishui's golden wolf's dark eyes. It's better to go home."
Liu Zhao laughed again and said, "I wonder where you are now? I can arrange for someone to pick you up right away."
Xu Qing said: "No, I'd better catch a taxi and go back to the hotel by myself. Just take me to the gambling game tomorrow."
Liu Zhao immediately said that a sumptuous banquet had been prepared for him and that he would go to the hotel door to greet him. They were all just polite words that were not nutritious.
At this moment, a yellow Crown taxi stopped next to Xu Qing. He immediately pulled up the door and got in. The driver was a black man wearing a peaked cap. He turned around and said with a smile: "Sir, I'm glad to serve you."
Serve."
Xu Qing nodded politely and smiled: "Take me to the Wayne Hotel." The driver responded with a smile and started the car. The moment he turned his head, he muttered a few words naturally.
"People are already on the bus, everyone is ready..." The black driver spoke Zulu, which is the largest ethnic language in South Africa. He may have thought that the other party would not understand and spoke it openly to his face, but Xu Qing just said it to his face.
You can understand this language, and it's at a proficient level.
Xu Qing glanced at the black driver's collar corner and found that this guy was wearing a mini walkie-talkie under his collar. These people had obviously planned to deal with him, but they just didn't know what the purpose was.
The black driver drove the car so fast that he even forgot to do the most basic thing as a taxi driver, which was to turn on the meter.
Xu Qing leaned on the back seat with squinted eyes, seeming to enjoy the speed. He also held a sheathed knife in his hand and played with it carelessly. He didn't realize that the car had driven into an empty underground parking lot.
field.
Tsk! The wheels scraped against the ground and made a piercing scream. Finally, they stopped. Xu Qing glanced at the surrounding environment and found that there were two black Chevrolet cars parked in the parking lot, and five figures squatting behind the cars.
A muscular black man in a pristine black suit, with a shiny black pistol held in his big black hands.
Black people, black clothes, black pistols, what on earth are these guys trying to do? Xu Qing, who has clearly seen the situation, will not take these pistols seriously at all, but if he wants to find out the other party's purpose, he has to pretend first.
dwarf.
"What are you going to do? It doesn't seem like this is the Wayne Hotel, right?" Xu Qing picked up the suitcase in his hand and looked at the black driver with feigned fear.
The driver suddenly turned around, with a dark pistol in his hand, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed directly at Xu Qing's head: "Get out of the car, otherwise I don't mind spending some time washing the car."
The implication is that if the other person doesn't get out of the car, he will shoot him in the head. He is indeed a ruthless person. Xu Qing was obviously frightened, and he drove the car obediently and got out of the car. At this time, the five black men hiding behind the Chevrolet were also carrying guns.
When they came over, their guns were not pointed here, because one gun was enough.
The black driver got out of the car with a sneer while holding a gun. The black man's facial expression was not obvious when he smiled, but it could be seen from the white teeth he showed that his mouth moved.
Xu Qing held the suitcase in front of his chest with one hand, and held the knife less than two inches in size with the other hand, and said in a trembling voice: "Who sent you here, and what do you want to do?" His voice was not pretending at all, because
It's so hard to hold back my laughter, so when I speak, I naturally fall into this tone.
The black driver smiled coldly and said: "Mr. Du Wang, you shouldn't have helped the executioner Chaku Moben. General Zumo was very unhappy, so he only invited you to see an old man whom Westerners admire most."
"Who is General Zumo? I don't know him at all. If you want money, I have a lot of money here. I have five million US dollars here. I can give you more, fifty million or even five hundred million!" Xu
Qing also wanted to get some more useful information, so he patted the surface of the suitcase vigorously, and it made two loud booming sounds, which was enough to prove that there was something in it.
Two lights flashed in the black driver's eyes. The five black gunmen on the side could all understand English. Five million, fifty million, five hundred million? What a fortune this must be! This amount of money would be in their poor hometown.
It is absolutely possible to live a luxurious life like a king, and wealth will move people's hearts. These words will always be valid.