The phone connected after just two rings. It was obvious that the owner of the other party's phone was not asleep. Brother Hu held the phone and said nervously: "Sir, I have got the things. They are some drawings and a USB flash drive.
There are all the factory production processes and recipes.”
The person on the phone immediately became excited upon hearing this, "Very good, you go to Fuyuan Hotel in Maqiao Town immediately and come to Room 706. I will wait for you there."
Brother Hu looked very wary, "Where is the money I want? Are you ready? Remember, I only need cash."
The other party said contemptuously, "Don't worry, I have 300,000 in cash. It will be your benefit to pay with one hand and deliver the goods with the other hand."
If you are afraid, you can bring two more people up, you must know that this is your territory."
After saying that, the other party hung up the phone.
Brother Hu turned his head and said to the book boy. "Boss, I have made the call according to your instructions. Can you let me go now?"
"Pah!" As soon as he finished speaking, he was slapped hard on the face, and the left side of his face slowly swelled up as you could see it with the naked eye.
"Let's go...do I let you go?" Su Tong said expressionlessly, "You'd better lie down obediently."
After saying that, he went down with the sword, and Brother Hu also followed in Huang Zhongfu's footsteps.
Su Tong put the two of them on the ground, checked the direction, and then jumped into the air and flew towards Maqiao Town.
Cultivators can fly after their cultivation reaches the foundation-building stage. This kind of flying is different from that of masters.
The flight of a master warrior can only stay and glide in the air for a short time, and it consumes a lot of energy, but the flight of a cultivator is real flight.
Taking the foundation building stage as an example, they can fly for a long time at an altitude of four to five hundred meters. Su Tong estimated that with his current cultivation level, it would be no problem to fly one or two hundred kilometers per hour at a speed of more than two hundred.
If you fly to your destination, you will probably have to use up all your spiritual energy. No one can fly like that, but if you only fly a few dozen kilometers, you won't have that burden at all.
Maqiao Town is about 20 kilometers away from Xiaoma Village. In just one cigarette, he arrived at the Fuyuan Hotel mentioned on the phone.
Since this is a crowded place, all kinds of cameras are definitely indispensable. However, Su Tong landed directly on the rooftop of the hotel from the air. I believe no idle guy would point the camera at the sky to take pictures.
Since the hotel only had seven floors, Su Tong easily climbed into the room through the window. When the two men in the room saw Su Tong, they were shocked. One man was punched in the stomach by Su Tong just as he was about to call someone.
On the way, the whole person bent over and was speechless in pain. The other person saw that the situation was not going well and immediately rushed towards the door.
Without even looking, Su Tong kicked him in the back. This kick sent him, who weighed more than 100 kilograms, flying into the air and hit him hard against the security door. He couldn't breathe and turned over.
He rolled his eyes and then passed out.
Su Tong grabbed the man who was punched by the hair and raised his head, "Tell me, who are you? Who asked you to steal the formula of Xiaoma Village Paint Factory?"
The man whose hair was pulled by Su Tong was an Asian man in his thirties. On the surface, he looked not much different from a Chinese, but how should I put it? This was the first thing Su Tong saw in his mind.
This guy definitely looks like that Korean guy.
Just like what Brother Hu said, you can smell the pickle smell of the other party from three miles away.
The man's expression immediately changed when he heard this: "Who are you? I don't know what you are talking about?"
"Yeah?"
Su Tong smiled coldly. He didn't talk nonsense. He grabbed the index finger of his left hand and gently broke it. He only heard a "click". The originally straight index finger bent back 180 degrees, and a shrill scream was heard just now.
As soon as he heard the sound, his mouth was blocked by a piece of rag.
As the saying goes, ten fingers are connected to the heart, and whoever breaks it will understand.
This man was not a heroic and unyielding figure. The huge pain almost caused him to faint on the spot. The pain that distorted his face to such a ferocious level made him immediately give up the struggle.
"I said... I said... My name is Park Zhengyong, and I am the representative of Samsung General Chemical Company stationed in the China office. Yesterday, we received an order from the headquarters, asking us to get the formula of your factory's paint at all costs. Later...
We bribed a local gangster..."
He told everything that happened in detail. Su Tong was silent for a while and pointed to the man who passed out at the door: "Who is he?"
"He is the translator I brought from China. We are just following orders. Please let us go."
"In that case, you can go and die." After Su Tong finished speaking, he grabbed Pu Zhengyong's neck and twisted it slightly. There was only a click, and Pu Zhengyong's head turned around.
After killing Pu Zhengyong, Su Tong walked to the unconscious translator at the door and killed him in the same way. He then searched the room and found that the two men carried a large amount of cash in their luggage.
Su Tong counted about one million Chinese coins and more than 600,000 U.S. dollars, as well as their respective ID cards, passports, mobile phones, laptops, SLR cameras and other supplies.
Su Tong put all the money into the storage space of the ball on his wrist, then put the two bodies and their belongings into the storage bag, and found a mop to clean the inside and outside of the house.
With his current ability, all this last night only took less than twenty minutes, and then he climbed out of the window again.
When he returned to the wasteland outside Xiaoma Village Paint Factory, Brother Hu and Huang Zhongfu were still lying on the ground quietly. It was already December. Although Western Guangdong belonged to the south, they were lying like this in the middle of the night.
In the wilderness, the two of them were also so cold that their faces turned pale.
After Su Tong woke the two of them up, looking at their frightened eyes, he said calmly: "Now I will give you two ways, either I will hand you over to the police, or you will disappear immediately and leave Xiguan. If
If I see you again, I won't be so lucky next time."
Brother Hu and Huang Zhongfu looked at each other and said in unison: "We choose the second option."
"Very good, I hope you remember your words and don't let me see you again."
Su Tong casually pulled and untied the ropes on the two of them. The two moved their numb hands and feet and were about to leave, but unexpectedly they heard Su Tong say: "Why... do you want to leave like this without leaving anything behind?"
"After saying that, he threw a dagger to the ground.
"Leave something behind?" Huang Zhongfu was stunned at first, not understanding what the other party said.
However, Brother Hu, who has been in society for many years, understood instantly. He turned pale and grabbed the dagger on the ground. He hesitated and waved his fingers. He only heard a muffled sound. The little finger of his left hand left his palm and fell.