"This is the information I have collected so far. These three are the lucky ones I selected. Let's take a look." Zhang Ziqiang casually threw a stack of photos on the table and then picked up a glass of red wine and shook it gently.
This is to allow oxygen to enter the wine to produce aroma, and to release chemical substances such as esters, ethers and acetaldehyde in the wine.
Ah Ji took the two photos and looked at them pretendingly, but the corner of his eye kept focusing on Zhang Ziqiang.
After all, what this guy did just now was so... pretentious!
He could only use these two words to describe it.
In order to drink a glass of red wine, first chill the wine and take it out one hour before drinking. TV shows always show the waiter pushing the red wine chilled in the ice bucket directly to the table and then pouring it out. In fact, this is wrong, maybe
It's because the director doesn't understand it, or maybe it's for other reasons.
But the best drinking temperature for red wine is 18-24°.
Open the red wine and pour it into the decanter. After the meeting here, the wine there is almost sobered up, so I pour a glass and put it beside me.
Although Zhang Ziqiang's series of actions look as elegant as those nobles mentioned on TV. After shaking the wine, he put the cup over his nostrils, closed his eyes slightly, and took a deep breath...
Damn, what are you pretending to be? Do you think I will envy you? Aji cursed in his heart, next time I will drink red wine too!
Glancing at Aji, Liu Huaqiang was too lazy to talk to this guy. He picked up the photos and looked at them one by one. Mahmud Tun Techa, chairman of the Johor Bahru branch of the National Bank, the Green Silin family, a leader among the indigenous families in Johor,
Member of Pasir Gudang Local Government.
Pasir Gudang Local Government is one of the three major governing bodies in Johor Bahru, the other two being the Johor Bahru City Council and the Johor Bahru Central District City Council.
Abdul Rah, a native of the Green Silin family, is also a local wealthy family and a member of the city council.
Huang Fu, Chinese, entrepreneur, city councilor.
"Why are there still Chinese people?" Liu Huaqiang asked with a frown.
"There must be Chinese." Zhang Ziqiang put down his glass and said solemnly: "I have learned about the situation in Malay and anti-Chinese thoughts have always been there. If they are all indigenous, it will inevitably arouse some unnecessary speculation and cause big trouble.
, which may lead to some adverse situations.”
"Of course, I said that we are here to get gold, not to kill people, so I have never thought about killing anyone. It is unnecessary."
Liu Huaqiang immediately understood what it meant and said nothing else.
"If you have no objection, just prepare for action. This operation must be clean and tidy. There is a reason why these three people were chosen. We must complete the kidnapping process at the same time, and then arrive at the National Bank Building at the same time to pave the way for subsequent actions. Do you understand?
"
"Understood." Everyone said in unison.
"Okay, I'll give you the general action plan. My sister-in-law will provide us with information support. If there are any emergencies, I will communicate with you based on the actual situation. If there are no other problems, then everyone is on your way. Let's go this afternoon.
6 o’clock, act on time!”
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5:50 minutes, Johor Garden.
Mahmoud Tun Techa goes to the nearby Qingzhen Temple at this time every day, of course, unless there are special circumstances, and today is no exception.
There is a fixed procedure for getting to Qingzhen Temple. After the car was parked in the parking lot, the bodyguard immediately got out of the passenger seat, reached out and opened the back seat door, and respectfully supported the upper door edge with his hand to prevent Mahmoud Tun from entering.
·Tocha hit his head when he got out of the car.
Just when one of Mahmoud Tun Techa's feet just touched the ground, a white figure rushed towards him from the side, and the dagger held upside down in his right hand shone with a pale, cold light.
The same routine of life made the bodyguard lose his original vigilance. When he heard the footsteps, he raised his head in surprise and looked towards the source of the sound. Little did he know that the movement of raising his head made his neck completely exposed to the blade.
Aji, who was approaching, just waved his hand violently. The cold knife light cut open half of the bodyguard's neck like butter. Blood spurted out like a broken water pipe. From Maha, who had just poked his head out,
Maode's head was rained down directly.
The hot blood startled Mahmoud. When he raised his head, Aji's dagger was already pressed firmly against his chin. The tip of the knife pressed against the flesh on his neck and sunk in slightly. The cold touch made Mahmoud's whole body immediately
When he became tense, his body continued to move out of the car, not daring to move at all.
The bodyguards in the back seat and the driver in the driving seat finally realized that one of them could not threaten Aji through Mahmoud's body, and the other was in the driving seat. After hurriedly getting out of the car, all they saw was a ghost face.
.
"Throw away the gun." Ah Ji said in a cold tone. He exerted a little force on the dagger in his hand. The sharp dagger pierced the skin on Mahmoud's neck. He was immediately frightened and stopped breathing, for fear that his neck would move even a little bit.
Let yourself die.
"Put down the gun." Mahmoud tried his best to keep his neck still, and his voice seemed a little distorted.
Although the bodyguard wanted to take out his gun and kill the guy in front of him who killed his companion, but the other person looked like the kind of ruthless person who would kill without blinking an eye. As long as they made the slightest movement, it was unclear whether the boss's neck would remain intact.
After listening to Mahmoud's words, the two of them could only throw the guns to the ground.
"Kick away!"
The two men immediately kicked the gun away as requested.
"Throw the mobile phones over." He raised his foot and crushed the two mobile phones, and then Aji looked at Mahmoud.
"Sit in." Aji ordered, Mahmoud immediately sat back, and Aji also got into the back seat at the same time, but the blade of the knife was still pressed against the other man's neck.
"Driver, come up, let's go." After giving the order, the driver immediately got in, closed the door, and slowly started the car, leaving only the bodyguard looking anxiously at the crushed mobile phone on the ground.
"Sir, you can make any request you have. Really, I believe I can fully meet your request. There is no need to use this method. Don't worry, I won't resist." Mahmoud changed his mind.
He had a condescending tone, but now his tone was extremely gentle, making himself appear so approachable.
"You can resist and see who is faster, the gun or my knife. I have always wanted to find a chance to try it. As for now, just go to the National Bank Building for me!" Aji sneered, but added in his heart,
Of course not including that pervert Peng Yixing.
He has always been very confident in his knife. Within three meters, he believed in his knife more than in firearms. But after seeing Peng Yixing's performance, he understood the truth that people's physiques are different.
, a head-to-head confrontation, he is...the takeaway.
That pervert would put a gun in his hand and caress it all day long when he was free... Who of the serious people would put a murder weapon in their hand and play with it all day long?