Chapter five hundred and thirty seventh he is here
He sent Zhang Hanjie back to the Waldorf Astoria Hotel and told him to relax. No matter how ruthless the American gang was, they would not dare to come to such a high-end hotel to play tricks, not to mention that there were guests from many countries attending the Internet Conference.
Back at the Grint Hotel, Zhou Mengyao asked in a tacit understanding, "When will you come back?"
Ning Chen laughed when he heard this and said, "I haven't gone out yet!"
"You must find out why the Dahama Gang and the Gang of Three came to us." Zhou Mengyao pursed her lips and smiled, "The target of the Dahama Gang is you, but the target of the Gang of Three is actually me?"
Speaking of this, thinking about the behavior of the threesome in the bearded mouth, even Zhou Mengyao's tone became hard, her eyebrows were raised, her teeth were clenched, "You must find the mastermind behind the scenes and vent your anger on me!"
"Don't worry." Ning Chen nodded, "I left marks on the bearded man and the Japanese man. We will find them soon."
When outsiders were present just now, Ning Chen did not use Xianjia methods, so as not to have to explain it again in that situation, which would be too troublesome.
So he used the real energy as a guide and left marks on the bodies of Beard and Nakata Haruyuki. He could feel the real energy fluctuations released by the marks from a distance, so when they returned to the hotel, only Ning Chen and Ning Chen were left.
When Zhou Mengyao died, it was time for him to set out again.
After sending Zhou Mengyao back to the room, Ning Chen walked out of the hotel again, found an alley without cameras, walked in, and then disappeared into the alley in the next moment.
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"What, you can't pull the trigger?" A middle-aged man in a suit frowned and stared at the beard in front of him. He wondered if he hadn't woken up and was hallucinating.
"Really, there was something wrong with that Chinese guy. I changed three guns, but they couldn't pull the triggers on any of them. The same happened to everyone else. As a result, we couldn't fire a single shot and were knocked down by that guy one by one." The bearded man said bitterly.
He opened his face, still a little shocked.
Now the dozen or so people who followed him out have been sent to the hospital. Only he is not seriously injured and returned to the boss's office to report the results of this operation.
The middle-aged man turned to look at the person next to him. The big man, who was barely covered by his suit, said in a low voice, "I checked them just now. There is nothing wrong with those guns and they can be fired normally."
"I know, but we really couldn't button it up at that time!" Bearded Man argued.
"Is he still a wizard?" Another person in the room joked. He was wearing a leather jacket, three-quarter jeans, and a gold chain hanging around his neck. He looked like a gangster on the street, but unexpectedly he turned out to be a wizard.
You can sit in the office of the boss of the Hama Gang without a care in the world.
He was playing with a six-inch long flying knife in his hand, and casually played with a knife flower, "It's a pity that I spent too much time on that girl, and I missed a fighting master from China.
I don’t know if he can dodge my flying knife.”
"Maybe it's psychological suggestion. In other words, it's a very good hypnotism." A person opposite the young gangster spoke. He was wearing a blue casual suit and had a graceful face. He looked to be only in his thirties. Unfortunately,
But he has a big bald head, "When he kicked out the car when he got out of the car, at that moment when all of you were surprised, he used your mental loopholes to perform hypnosis on you, making you subconsciously
I don't think the trigger of the pistol can be pulled."
The middle-aged man behind the desk looked at his think tank, "You mean he is not only a fighting master, but also a hypnotist?"
The bald head nodded, "If Carlos didn't lie, then this is the only explanation."
"Interesting." The middle-aged man nodded, "No wonder he was able to pursue Tilanya's boss. I would say that a single-minded martial artist would definitely not have this ability, but it would not necessarily be the case if he was a highly intelligent hypnotist."
The bearded Carlos was shocked when he heard this, and then he realized that the woman in the car was actually Tilanya's female boss.
"Where does he live? Should I go meet him?" The young man who looked like a gangster chuckled. "A fighter who can do hypnosis. I'm really interested in him."
The middle-aged man turned to look at his chief think tank and asked, "Karl, what do you mean?"
"Then it depends on what kind of sincerity Du can show." Bald Karl said warmly, "Thirty thousand meters of gold is just the price of a fighting master, but because of the intelligence error, not only is there an extra hypnotist, but also a hypnotist.
A dozen brothers were injured because of this, but if it’s only 30,000 meters of gold, that’s not enough.”
"That's right." The middle-aged man nodded, "Let's increase it to 100,000. In addition, our service will be upgraded from two legs to one life."
As the middle-aged man spoke, he dialed Du Yuan's number and informed him of his decision.
"Is he still a hypnotist?" Du Yuan asked in surprise.
"That's right." The middle-aged man took a sip from the cigar in his hand, "If you don't have any objection, we will take action. If you don't agree, then we will pay another 30,000 meters in gold, because my brother is because of your wrong information.
A price was paid."
Du Yuan's heart trembled. He was a rich second generation, still in college, and had no habit of killing people at the slightest disagreement.
After swallowing, Du Yuan's voice came from the phone, "I can increase it to 100,000, but I still only need his legs."
"OK, no problem, deal." The middle-aged man laughed and hung up the phone.
Two minutes later, the remaining 70,000 meters of gold arrived. The middle-aged man glanced at his phone, took out a cigar and threw it to the young man playing with a throwing knife. He said with a sinister smile, "Tom, go ahead."
"Two legs?" Tom, the little bastard, asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Of course it's a life!" the middle-aged man said with a grin, "If you offend our Dahama Gang, how can you only pay for it with two legs?"
At this moment, a voice that was very unfamiliar to them sounded in the office, "I don't think one life is enough, so why not pay for a few more lives?"
"Who is it?" The middle-aged man's expression changed drastically, and the others also suddenly took action.
The big guy easily pulled out a sand eagle and retreated to the corner. Bald Carl turned over and rolled behind the sofa. But Tom, the little bastard, suddenly stood up, holding a throwing knife in his hand and looking around with his eyes.
Only the beard was sweating coldly and stood motionless in the office because he had already heard who the owner of the voice was.
"He's here, he's here, I know there's something wrong with him!" the bearded man muttered to himself.
"Is that the Chinese?" The middle-aged man's eyes narrowed, and he gently opened the drawer on his right. Inside the drawer was a loaded Beretta.