After reading the words on the text message clearly, the auctioneer's face, which was originally rosy with excitement, instantly turned pale.
Immediately, he took a breath inconspicuously, waved to the person next to him, then faced the camera, smiled normally and said:
"There are some minor problems here. Please take a short break. The auction will continue in ten minutes."
After saying that, he gently put down the gavel, hugged the He Jian and disappeared from the camera range.
This scene made the wealthy people in each box feel a little confused, but they didn't think much about it. They just guessed that the organizers wanted to delay for more time so that they could sell at a higher price."
In box 105.
Cheng Lin, who was sitting calmly on the sofa, had already sensed the many auras surrounding the club.
He diffused his spiritual threads and keenly captured the monks wearing uniforms with small lapels, gathering them from all directions like a big net.
It's Tris!
Local bureau!
Did they get the news?
Cheng Lin was stunned, then thought of the sneaky middle-aged man just now, had a vague guess, and couldn't help but feel bitter in his heart.
The plan couldn't keep up with the change. He originally wanted to get the He Jian quietly, but now it can't be done. Once the He Jian falls into the hands of the local department, it will be difficult for Cheng Lin to do it.
"Boss Zhang." Cheng Lin breathed out gently, opened his eyes, and looked at Zhang Hou with a complicated tone.
The latter didn't know what happened at the moment, but he also vaguely sensed something was wrong: "It will..."
"Right now, there are many Special Division experts gathering around outside the club. There is something wrong with this transaction. In three to four minutes at most, they will kick open the door and arrest you." Cheng Lin described in a calm tone.
Zhang Hou opened his mouth, but for a moment he was too emotionally shaken to respond.
Cheng Lin sighed and continued:
"Now I give you two choices. First, I take you out to ensure that you will not be caught by them, and even help you escape from Shashi. However, someone must be arrested here. When the time comes, Terry will easily
If your identity can be found, that means you can only be a fugitive, a fugitive with nothing."
It seemed that Cheng Lin's tone was too calm and had some soothing effect, or maybe Zhang Hou was an entrepreneur who had started from scratch after all. At the critical moment, his concentration was extraordinary, and his lips trembled.
:
"What about the second option?"
"The second one..." Cheng Lin glanced at him, "Waiting to be arrested here. In this way, your job of raising practitioners will be exposed, but as long as you insist on not letting go, the secrets of the black team members will not be exposed.
Well, the crime is not too serious. Hehe, compared to secretly colluding with the enemy, it is indeed very minor. You will be punished when the time comes, but according to the laws of the Xia Kingdom, your family will not be implicated, except of course your brother.
."
silence.
There was a long silence in the box.
Cheng Lin was not in a hurry, he had already locked He Jian's position, and under his spiritual tentacles, he firmly controlled every corner of the building.
"Is there no other choice?" Zhang Hou finally asked.
Cheng Lin smiled at him: "Of course, you can guess it."
Zhang Hou fell silent, and he naturally guessed that according to the safest way, the president next to him should kill him, so that the dead person would not reveal the secret.
However, because of the single line of contact, even if he is alive, the "president" will not be involved.
"I choose...the second one."
After saying these words, the businessman's entire energy and energy seemed to be drained away.
"Okay," Cheng Lin was a little surprised, then stood up, walked to the door, and said with emotion: "Congratulations, you are free."
What he was referring to was that once Zhang Hou was caught, it would mean that the black organization was automatically stripped away. Of course, considering that this organization had long existed in name only, this had already happened, but Zhang Hou himself was not aware of it.
After saying that, Cheng Lin opened the door and left quickly.
After the door closed, Zhang Hou picked up a spare mobile phone and dialed a special number. After a while, the call came through:
"Brother, how are things going?"
Zhang Hou's lips moved, and his tone was extremely stern and decisive:
"Listen, don't ask, listen to me, you leave Shashi immediately, don't take any real-name cars, walk out of the wild, contact the escape route I arranged, they will arrange for you to leave the country, remember the account I sent you
Huh? The money in it is enough for you to live a stable life, don’t... come back again."
The person on the other side was obviously stunned for a moment, and then came an excited question, but Zhang Hou just pressed down his phone.
After thinking about it, he got up, dusted off his clothes, walked to the window, took out the cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette, held it in his mouth, lit the fire with a slightly trembling hand, then took a deep breath and looked at the smoke.
Looking at the chilly late autumn outside the window and the little lapel running into the building, he punched out a series of numbers and put the phone to his ear.
After a while, he exhaled a stream of hazy green smoke and said in a deep voice with red eyes:
"Hey, is this Tris? I want to surrender..."
…
…
Cheng Lin walked in the corridor and closed his eyes tightly, but the scene in the whole club appeared in his mind like fragments of scenes.
Tris's people had already rushed into the building. Some of them blocked the scene, arrested the wealthy people in each box, and fought with the bodyguards. Some of them went straight to chase the core personnel of the organizer.
At this time, fighting had even begun, and the explosions of the battle could be heard through the floors.
The scene in my mind showed that the organizers had withdrawn into the underground parking lot and left a part of it. The low-level monks blocked Trisi, while the few remaining people entered the sewer carrying items that had not yet been delivered.
and quickly ran away into the distance.
He Jian had been put into the storage ring and carried by the auctioneer, who quickly moved away. Obviously, this auctioneer was not just a part-time worker, but a core staff member.
"Looks like it's not as bad as I thought..."
Cheng Lin's brows relaxed slightly.
The worst scenario he expected was that all the organizers would be arrested and the things would fall into the hands of Special Division. But obviously, the organizers got the news in advance and organized the evacuation. A few minutes' time difference was enough for them to escape underground.
.
"boom……"
"Da da da……"
Amid the violent commotion, Cheng Lin remained unhurried and even swerved leisurely, accurately dodging the lapel who rushed into the building, entered a secluded corridor, and finally stopped outside the men's restroom.
He hesitated slightly and walked in. He did not enter the toilet, but just stood in front of the sink outside.
Looking at himself tightly covered in the mirror on the marble table, he nodded with satisfaction.
Listening to the footsteps getting closer and closer outside, he gently touched the water valve.
"Wow..."
A stream of white water spurted out, and at the same time, a young lapel kicked open the bathroom door, and then looked at the empty room in confusion, muttering: "Am I dazzled..."
…
…
Hua Hua Hua...
Cheng Lin, who turned on the "liquefaction" power, followed the water flow straight down the water pipe, and was soon discharged into the sewer through the pipe.
After looking at the dirty environment here, Cheng Lin rationally did not choose to recover, but quickly fled towards the target in the form of water flow.
…
"Paji, paji..."
In the sewer.
The embarrassed auctioneer was running in the dirty and smelly sewer wearing that exquisite dress.
The place was not spacious, so he had to bend his body and endure countless rotting food, turbid liquids of unknown composition, and even the corpses of rats. However, he did not complain at all, because the danger was not over yet.
He understood that the companions behind him could not withstand Tris's offensive, and could only buy some time. For this reason, all those with fighting ability in the organization stayed behind, leaving only three of them with little ability to run out.
.
"Fence!"
Suddenly, a person holding a flashlight shouted next to him.
A rusty gate suddenly appeared in front of it, dirty water flowed through, and some large garbage was blocked in front.
"I come!"
Another person walked over, holding his breath, and held it hard. Then, with a faint spiritual energy lingering on his arm, he pulled down the iron fence with a bang, and then the three of them continued to move forward.
In the dark underground, with the stench and muddy smell, and the dim flashlight light, the three of them fled in panic. I don't know how long it took, but the shouts of death behind them gradually stopped, and a sense of uneasiness became stronger. Then, suddenly appeared behind them.
The huge explosion caused part of the sewer to collapse.
The three of them glanced back, and the auctioneer gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go!"
However, for some unknown reason, the companion beside him did not act as he was told.
"What are you doing in the cold? Let's go! Do you want to die?!" the auctioneer said angrily.
Then, I heard the man holding the flashlight beside me say in a trembling voice: "That's... that's... what?"
The auctioneer was stunned for a moment and turned to look ahead. In the darkness, under the weak light of the flashlight, a black figure with an unclear face stood there quietly, like a resentful ghost.
"ah!"
The auctioneer backed away in horror. This scene was really scary.
What is that? A human? Impossible! There's no way Tris could come after him so quickly. A ghost?... Or maybe a corpse?
However, the next moment, the figure walked slowly towards the light, seemed to be examining them, and said in a low and pleasant voice: "Good evening."
After a moment of silence, the low-level cultivator who had torn down the iron fence roared angrily and punched Cheng Lin. This punch was filled with anger and fear.
Cheng Lin chuckled lightly, activated the "Indestructible Golden Body", raised his hand to grasp his fist, and then twisted it casually, causing bones to break and screams to echo.
Immediately, Cheng Lin no longer wasted time, flew forward, and easily killed the two practitioners with extremely poor combat power, as well as the ordinary auctioneer.
And quickly took the storage ring containing the He Sword into his hand.
"smoothly."
Cheng Lin suppressed the joy in his heart, hesitated for a moment, endured his nausea, and dragged their bodies into the spirit world for temporary storage, preparing to find an opportunity to destroy them later.
The reason why he didn't burn it directly here was mainly because he was worried about leaving traces. Although he already had abundant capital, it was unnecessary and he still didn't want to expose too much.
After doing all this, Cheng Lin quickly liquefied and left. After completely leaving the neighborhood, he climbed out of a remote manhole cover and entered the spirit world to change into a set of ordinary clothes.
…
Standing on the street corner in winter, Cheng Lin, who had done everything thoroughly, let out a deep breath.
After looking in the direction of the club, he put his hands in his pockets, hummed a tune, and walked leisurely along the cold street.