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Chapter 901: The role model of my generation

Chapter 899: Everyone uses their own methods

(Day, my arm shook and I made the wrong pronouncement)

(Yes, it’s a vaccine. I’m personally afraid of injections. Readers who have read my last book should know that I was scolded for being stupid in that chapter. There is such a long needle sticking into the flesh. It hurts just thinking about it. I went to bed last night.

I woke up from the pain several times. I woke up from the pain when I turned over a little. I didn’t dare to exert force. If I exerted even a little force, that muscle would tingle. I endured the code today...)

6:00, City Council Building, parking lot.

If you have something to do, you have to work, if you don't have something to do, you still have to work to create something. Of course, this is for subordinates.

Abdul Rahe was in a good mood after scolding his subordinate in the office and telling him to go and finish a report again. He was not allowed to go home if he could not fix it.

Of course, what made him even more happy was that five minutes later, the subordinate's wife walked into his office.

What kind of woman has he not played with?

Ordinary girls can no longer arouse excitement in his body. Now, he likes some new ways to play.

For example, punishing his subordinates for working overtime in the office while working overtime with his wife next door was regarded as a reward for the hard work of his subordinates. Abdul Rah felt that he was simply too kind.

The small pills I got back this time were very powerful, so I had to work a little late today. It wasn't until six o'clock that I walked out of the office with a happy face.

Walking between the secretary and three bodyguards, Abdul Rah and his group walked towards his exclusive parking space in the parking lot. There was an extended bulletproof Lincoln parked there. The world has been a bit uneven in recent years. I heard that many

Even the richest people in Hong Kong have been kidnapped, but he still pays great attention to his own safety.

When they were approaching the parking space, a man wearing a baseball cap got out of another car diagonally opposite and walked towards Abdul Rah and his group.

It is completely normal to meet other pedestrians on the road. They are not the only ones in the world. No one will care too much, even if the person opposite has his head lowered and cannot see the other person's face, even if the other person's right hand hangs motionless at the waist.

, none of this can cause anyone to threaten.

When the distance between the two parties was less than three meters, when Abdul Rah and others arrived at the parking space, the driver was about to open the door.

The man in the baseball cap who was walking toward him moved his hand, and a slightly "stretched" gunshot echoed in the parking lot. Abdul Rah suddenly looked up, and was horrified to find the three people around him.

The bodyguards and the secretary were all stiff and motionless, while the man opposite with the baseball still had his hands hanging on his waist, as if he had not moved at all.

A blood hole appeared on the side of the cheek of the female secretary next to him, and blood came out gurglingly. Abdul Rah just reached out and touched it lightly, and the body swayed and fell to the ground. Maybe he was disturbed by something.

, the bodies of the three bodyguards around him also fell to the ground. Abdul Rah suddenly turned pale, trembling all over, and was sweating. He was stared at by the cold eyes of the man opposite him, and he was so frightened that he did not dare to make a sound.

I sent it out, for fear of disturbing the guy in front of me and causing a bloody hole in my head.

"Open the car door, you drive, follow me, I don't like people who talk nonsense!" Peng Yixing said in an indifferent tone.

"Okay, okay, okay." Abdul Rah had no doubt that the other party had the courage to kill. The four corpses on the ground had proven all this.

Shivering, he took out the car keys from the driver's body and opened the door. Abdul Rah quickly got in. Peng Yixing got into the back seat, half curled up in the shadow, "Go to the National Bank Building."

The car started. Maybe it had been a long time since he drove by himself, so Abdul Rah's movements were a little stiff.

"If you can't drive well, what's the point of keeping your hands?" A faint voice came from behind, and Abdul Rah suddenly felt a surge of adrenaline, and his driving skills suddenly became proficient.

So, there is no such thing as not being able to drive or swim. What you lack is just someone standing behind you, ready to shoot you to death at any time.

This shows that human potential is unlimited. In a life-or-death crisis, there is nothing that cannot be done. Of course, this does not include mathematics...

A woman may cheat on you, a brother may betray you, but if you can’t do math, you can’t!

At this moment, the sound of gunfire finally attracted the security guards. Seeing Abdul Rah's car rushing out, the security guards immediately stopped him.

"Rush over, don't stop." The cold voice sounded again, and Abdul Rah stepped on the accelerator and rushed over.

The security guard was frightened and rolled away. In an instant, he saw the driver clearly.

(PS: My son is in second grade, and Hua Huo bought him first-grade Mathematical Olympiad exercises, tutoring homework, etc. Hua Huo must be fine. Can he still do the first-grade problems? Just kidding!)

(No means I can’t... Question: A monkey picked a lot of peaches. He ate half of them on the first day, and one more, then half and one more on the second day, and half and one more on the third day.

After four days, he ate half and one more. When he was finished, he asked the monkey how many peaches he had picked in total.)

(Damn, damn monkey, I want to eat peaches all day long!)



5:55 minutes, downstairs of the company building.

Huang Fu walked out of the door of the building with a smile on his face. As he walked, he talked to another potbellied man beside him. Judging from the situation, the two seemed to have a good relationship, and their identities should be equal. There were bodyguards, secretaries and so on behind him.

There were seven or eight people there, but no one followed the two of them.

When they reached the door of the building, the man next to Huang Fu stopped and said with a smile: "Don't send me away, Mr. Huang. I have gained a lot from coming to your company today. Thank you very much."

"Hahaha, Xiao Liu, you are too polite to say this. Business is about mutual benefit."

"That's what Mr. Huang said."

Liu Qing, Zhang Ziqiang recognized the person at a glance. There was one more person, but it didn't matter. Thinking to himself, Zhang Ziqiang walked up quickly and said, "Hello, Mr. Huang, can I interview you? This is Mr. Liu Qing."

, I would like to ask, will you two have any cooperation? "

Everyone looked around and saw a mustachioed man wearing a black suit, holding a microphone and a small box in his hand, with a press badge hanging on his chest and wearing glasses running up.

The reporter and the bodyguard behind him reacted immediately and immediately came to stop him, "I'm sorry, it's not convenient for Mr. Huang to be interviewed now."

Xu Shi was very happy with the agreement reached today, so he said, "Okay, let him come over."

Upon hearing this, the bodyguard stepped aside. Zhang Ziqiang, who was holding the microphone, nodded slightly and walked to Huang Fu, "Mr. Huang, I am a reporter from China Welfare News."

China Welfare News? What the hell is the name of this newspaper?

Everyone was slightly stunned. This was the first time they heard the name of this newspaper. Is there such a newspaper in Johor Bahru?

While everyone was stunned, Zhang Ziqiang smiled and opened the box in his hand, and said politely: "This is our gift to Mr. Huang Fu. I hope you like it."

As he said that, he displayed the small box. Everyone was stunned when they looked inside the box. They saw four khaki cylinders tied together with black tape, surrounded by red, yellow and blue wires. The top one

On the small electronic screen, the red numbers jumped up and down.

bomb!

In an instant, this word appeared in everyone's mind.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly fell into an eerie silence. Faced with the bomb, whether it was Huang Fu, Liu Qing, or the bodyguards around them, they all went stiff.

This thing doesn’t depend on who you are!

"How's it going, Mr. Huang Fu, do you like it?" Zhang Ziqiang put his arm around Huang Fu's shoulders with a smile on his face, and said kindly like an old friend: "With just one click, boom, we can go to heaven together!"


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