The tall and burly middle-aged man walked with ease and pleasure, and could just cover Xu Qing's whole body. When he entered the door and closed the door with his heels, the two people inside didn't notice.
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Wang Zhendong's tuǐ injury has not yet healed. He was sitting in a wheelchair at the computer desk browsing some information. A man was holding the back of the wheelchair to ensure that it would not shake. Neither of them turned their heads, which also made Xu Qing stand up.
The human wall successfully entered the room.
The man holding the wheelchair tilted his head and saw the guy walking backwards. He cursed in a deep voice: "Xiang Jun, what are you doing, you idiot? You're fucking walking backwards!"
It turned out that the man who was restrained by Xu Qing was named Xiang Jun. He was a stupid guy with a missing string in his head. He was often scolded by others. It was because of his simple mind that he was brought to Jiangcheng by Wang Zhendong.
Xiang Jun stepped back another two feet, suddenly raised his head and fell straight towards the man holding the back of the chair. The man was smart enough to let go and jump back, letting the stupid man fall to the ground with a bang.
Xu Qing had already jumped out the moment the stupid guy fell down. His feet slipped and he rushed towards another middle-aged man. Before the man could recover from his shock, he slapped him on the head.
The back of the penis is pillowed on the xùe.
Snapped!
The middle-aged man with a savage face was slapped down before he could make any move, just like a child in a kindergarten class dueling with a professional boxer. If he fainted earlier, he would be less injured.
Wang Zhendong, who is sitting in a wheelchair, is worthy of being a figure in the hún world. The moment Xu Qing appeared, he had already reacted. He did not pull out a gun and draw a knife in vain, but with a very small movement, he used the mouse arrow to close the current scene.
Websites viewed.
Xu Qing slapped the guy holding the back of the chair with his palm, and walked slowly behind Wang Zhendong. He found that the former gangster brother was surprisingly calm, and there was no emotion on his face, as if he had expected it.
As if someone was about to break in, he slowly closed his eyelids.
"Let's do it. I've run out of money. The one named Wang has only one life." Wang Zhendong was unusually calm, but his eyelids couldn't help but tremble a few times. The only person in the world who can truly see through life and death is Fengmáo.
Linjiao, at least he couldn't do it.
Xu Qing looked at the former underworld eldest brother indifferently. He had a very popular face. He was definitely the kind who would not turn around if he was thrown into a crowd. He was about forty-five years old, and his temples were already a little bit...
His face turned pale, but he seemed to be in good spirits. In order to cover up his voice, he deliberately held his voice and asked: "It's weird, how did you know that I came to kill you?"
Wang Zhendong opened his eyes, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, shook it, and asked, "Can I smoke a cigarette?" Xu Qing nodded and quietly watched him smoke a cigarette, but he couldn't.
I checked my pocket several times but couldn't find a lighter.
Xu Qing frowned, reached out and took out a lighter from his pocket and placed it within his reach. He glanced at the computer display on the table and saw a chat window popping up on it. Click to open it.
At first glance, I found that it was a chat tool similar to MSN.
There is a picture of a man smoking a pipe and wearing a top hat, whose nickname is Black Gentleman No. 3. He sent a message in English: Dear Mr. Wang, if you cannot deposit 10 million US dollars into our account tomorrow,
We will also complete the order you place, but we need to add your head, which is ten million. Buying your head is a good deal, isn't it?
There was no expression on Xu Qing's face. He clicked on the chat history with the mouse and found that this guy named Black Gentleman No. 3 actually knew the news about the assassinations of several killers and asked Wang Zhendong to pay a huge settlement fee.
Tens of millions of dollars. Only after paying this fee will the order be completed. Otherwise, Wang Zhendong's life will be added to the order.
Not only did the killer fail to complete the task, but after he died, he still asked the client for a huge settlement fee. This approach is indeed a bit outrageous. Guys like the black gentleman are similar to the underworld. They are soft-spoken, and the same is true for their employers.
Using coercive means, Wang Zhendong mistook the intruding Xu Qing as a killer sent by the Black Gentleman.
Wang Zhendong lit a cigarette with a lighter, took two puffs and said: "All my money has been spent. I would like to ask you to let me finish the cigarette before you take action. After killing me, all the belongings on you will be lost."
for you……"
Xu Qing said expressionlessly: "Do you think you are still qualified to negotiate terms? Whatever I kill you is mine!" Since he wants to play the role of a killer sent by the Black Gentleman, he has to speak coldly and arrogantly, and it is best to be a
Beating him to death with a pole leaves no room for him.
When Wang Zhendong heard this, he hurriedly took two puffs of cigarette, as if he was afraid that the other party would suddenly kill him and he couldn't even take the last puff of cigarette.
Xu Qing quickly used the mouse to look through the chat records between Black Gentleman No. 3 and Wang Zhendong, and found that there were only two days of records. The guy who used the sniper rifle last night was called Mole, and the guy who killed him and silenced him was a guy named Gecko.
However, for Mole's death, Wang Zhendong had already paid three million U.S. dollars in settlement expenses.
Just now, the chat history after Wang Zhendong turned on his computer showed that the three killers, Gekko, Dancer, and Swordsman, were killed again. Therefore, he must pay 10 million US dollars, otherwise he will be killed.
It can be seen that the Black Gentlemen is a killer organization with strange rules. As long as the killer performing the task is in trouble, the employer must pay an additional fee, which is like being trapped in a quagmire that is difficult to extricate.
While Xu Qing was looking through the chat history, Wang Zhendong had finished smoking the cigarette in his hand. Two strange lights flashed in his eyes, and he whispered: "You are not from the Black Gentleman, nor are you from the Qingmeng League?
Who is it?"
Xu Qing was shocked. He didn't expect that Wang Zhendong would see the flaw so quickly. This guy was really thick and black. He snorted coldly and said: "You don't need to care who I am. If you want to survive,
Just answer me a few questions obediently, and if the answers satisfy me, I will consider letting you go."
The light in Wang Zhendong's eyes became brighter when he heard this, and he nodded hurriedly: "Ask me, I can tell you everything I know." It's better to die than to live. He who thought he would die now has a chance to live.
The reason for being unhappy.
Xu Qing pointed to the computer screen and said: "Can the murder order you placed with Black Gentleman be cancelled? If so, how much will it cost?"
This question is very direct, but it is not difficult for Wang Zhendong to answer it. He did not answer directly, but reached out and grabbed the mouse to open a browser, and then tapped a few times on the keyboard skillfully, click! Hit Enter.
key.
A black and white website appeared on the screen, with a row of black emojis in the most prominent position, and a cartoon black gentleman holding a pipe and wearing a top hat waving to people.