Four thousand five hundred and seventieth chapters: are all first-class
"Are you Chinese so stupid?"
A sneer came from the low wall, "You know that the top experts of the World Hacker Alliance are hiding here, but you still dare to be so arrogant around here."
Ba Zhi and Long Da looked out one after another. There was a man standing on the low wall. The wall was not high, but he was very tall, with black skin and white teeth. He was dressed in well-tailored clothes and spoke Chinese fluently.
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Long Daxiang and Ba Zhi frowned slightly at the same time, "Who is this black guy?"
The dark-skinned man on the wall raised his eyebrows, showing a cold and fierce look, "I am Noir, the number one expert under Plath, the top three hacker in the World Hacker Alliance..."
"Who the hell do you care?"
Without waiting for the dark-skinned man to finish speaking, Eight Finger directly showed his double-row short-barreled shotgun and pointed it toward the low wall, "I'll kill you with one shot first."
Eight Fingers roared, and the dark-skinned person on the low wall suddenly trembled all over. His thick thighs and hard and thick feet seemed to be about to fall from the wall. There was also a black mark on his shiny forehead.
A layer of cold sweat oozed out.
It's okay if you like to show off, but you have to think about the consequences before showing off. The dark-skinned man acted like a superior and aloof, but when someone fired a gun, he didn't even have the most basic chance to dodge.
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Click...
The trigger was pulled, and at this moment, the dark-skinned man's eyes widened, and his heart was already trembling. If he were a big black bird with feathers on his body, all the hair on his body would probably fall off at this moment.
One place.
Despair, fear, horror...
All kinds of emotions were twisted ferociously on his face, and his eyes were fixed on the double-barrel short-barreled shotgun with a black hole in the muzzle, staring at death.
Boom?
There was no gunshot, not even a fart sound from the gun barrel. There seemed to be smoke coming out faintly. It must be the smell of gunpowder smoke after the bullet was shot out of the gun barrel. However, none of this existed. They were all standing on the short side.
The fantasy of the dark-skinned man on the wall.
"Holy shit, what's going on with this damn horse?" Eight Fingers turned the barrel of the gun around, and one of his eyes looked back and forth in the two barrels. At this time, if a bullet was fired from the muzzle, he would definitely be able to shoot it.
Half of his head was blown off, and it was bloody, mixed with brains, skull and eyeballs.
Ta-ta...
Long Daxiang tapped the barrel of the gun with two fingers, and then tapped the position of the barrel. He frowned, glared and said: "Old man, you haven't even grown old yet, and your head is no longer working."
Already."
"What happened?"
"What's wrong... there's no bullet in your gun at all."
"Um?"
Eight Fingers laughed loudly, "I forgot, last night when I was sleeping, the wild cat outside the window was making noisy noises, so I casually shot it out the window."
Grand Prime Minister Long said: "A cat is also a life. You just don't have any love at all."
The two of them talked to each other, enjoying the shade under the big tree. The black man on the low wall recovered from the shock. He was excited about surviving the disaster, but in his heart he was even more angry at being disrespected, as if
The fire that was burning couldn't be contained in the chest, and it suddenly rushed to the top of the head.
"You two..."
The dark-skinned man's lips trembled, as if he had suffered a great humiliation, "Asshole, how dare you ignore me like this, I am the same after all..."
"He's such nonsense."
"Well, I also find him annoying."
"What should we do?"
"What else can we do? To deal with this kind of self-righteous foreign garbage, it is definitely not possible to be reasonable, humane, and empathetic. There is only..."
The eight-fingered gaze turned to the dark-skinned man, with a strange smile on his lips, "Pet him!"
The dark-skinned man is a master. His best kung fu is jujitsu. In the land where he was born and raised, there have been many jujitsu masters. He is naturally arrogant and unconvinced by the so-called masters. Of course, he is also arrogant.
With his capital, he once defeated seven Jiu-Jitsu masters in seven consecutive days.
At this moment, he believed that he alone had full confidence in killing these two bastards. He not only had fists, but also two knives in his hands.
The dark-skinned man jumped down from the wall and attacked the Eight Fingers and Long Daxiang. The eighteen martial arts are just legends. As long as you are proficient in one martial arts, you can gain a foothold in the world.
But what he never expected was that the ruthless Long Daxiang and Ba Zhi would actually...
In the courtyard of the Shao family and the reception room in the front yard, the aroma of tea filled the air. Several exquisite pastries were placed on the table, exuding a light and appetizing aroma.
Plath tasted a small pastry and then sipped the tea in the cup. He was the leader of several Western men who had just returned in the SUV. He was not very old and had a sharp aura.
I am used to drinking coffee, but occasionally I drink this kind of fine tea and eat this kind of fine pastry. It is said that this tea is the first tea leaf picked from the tea tree by a young and beautiful girl, and another young and beautiful girl.
The little girl is drying it. The little girl is not only beautiful, but the skill of baking tea is inherited from the ancestors. The high-quality tea leaves, coupled with the high-quality ancestral craftsmanship, definitely complement each other.
The same goes for this pastry. A girl from Yanjing City who was a pastry maker spent a day and a night selecting ingredients and cooking to make it. (10)
Plath enjoyed the tea and pastries, half-squinting his eyes as if he was intoxicated. Thoughts were running through his mind, and he was thinking of the three young and beautiful girls. He liked this kind of life, this kind of enjoyment, and the excitement.
After the mission, completely release yourself. No matter whether the mission is a success or a failure, it is a good experience, isn't it?
Opposite Plath, sat a middle-aged Chinese man in his forties, with a somewhat bald head, bags under his eyes, and a pair of eyes full of red bloodshot eyes. This is a typical sign of being poisoned by alcohol and sex.
body.
This middle-aged Chinese man has a flattering look on his face. He is Shao Kangfu, the owner of the Shao family yard. "Mr. Plath, I have already packed the batch of goods you asked me to find last time, and they will be exported to you tomorrow."
That place is just..."
Plath opened her eyes with slightly narrowed eyes, "Don't worry, these are rare resources that are prohibited from being exported by your country. I promise you that the price will not be less."
Shao Kangfu said with a smile: "Mr. Plath is true to his word, and I am naturally relieved. There is just one more situation that I want to report to Mr. Plath." (01)
Plath said: "Say."
Shao Kangfu said: "Hey, after saying this, Mr. Plath, please don't misunderstand me. I, Shao, am not a cheap person. It is true that the price of raw materials this time is too expensive. I am here...
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Plath smiled slightly and said: "Mr. Shao, I heard that you lost tens of millions in Men'ao last month. Your company has recently been targeted by the tax bureau. You now have debts outside, and the company also has debts."
Trouble, there are still a few financial reporters waiting to report on the things you have done in the dark over the years."
The expression on Shao Kangfu's face was slightly startled, "Mr. Plath, you...you know everything?"
Plath said: "You work for our Hacker Alliance. Of course I have to understand you clearly. If you want to get more money from me, you should stop dreaming. But don't be in a hurry to speak. Although I can't
I’ll satisfy your big appetite for money, but I can help you solve your troubles.”
Shao Kangfu's originally gloomy expression suddenly became happy, "Seriously?"
Plath put the pastry in his hand into his mouth, tasting it, and said: "Wait until I let the man named Lin drink a pot this time..." (To be continued)