"It's nothing, just ask...... How did my brother find people? ”

He just made a few phone calls. The senior sister said. Looking back on what happened at that time, she still had a feeling of unreality. It can only be said that poverty limits our imagination...... For the sake of his sister, he took out 100,000 US dollars at every turn and directly found an internationally famous hacker to take charge of the matter.

Before that, in fact, everyone vaguely knew that Zhang Yao's family background was good. Although people are not arrogant, and they are not unapproachable, it is a matter of parenting. It is said that her family is also very rich. Now I understand that in fact, her family is far from being as simple as "a little money", at least at least at the level of a local tyrant. It's just that people are low-key!

Yes, low-key, that's how it can be described. Zhang Yao's usual clothes can only be said to be of ordinary grade, and she lives in a student dormitory. Lu Wu is the same, dressed very simply, living in an inconspicuous illegal building at the junction of the suburbs. But obviously, as long as Lu Wu is willing, he can buy one in the villa area of W City.

"How many call......s? Alone?"

"There was no one else in the house. Pan Hui recalls it very clearly - although the light was on, it was obvious that she forgot to turn it off when she went out. The whole house was lifeless. When Lu Wu came back in the middle of the night, he was also alone.

"Senior sister, if you have the opportunity to be my sister-in-law, would you be willing?" Zhang Yao asked boldly.

"Huh...... What nonsense are you talking about, girl!" Pan Hui pounced on her mouth, and the two of them giggled and twisted together on the bed.

Half a day later, tired of fighting, Pan Hui lay back in her position. "It's impossible, your brother and me, it's not the right door. "There's no way her family could just take $100,000 to do that.

She said it casually, but she didn't know that Zhang Yao had a wave in her heart. Sure enough, the senior sister is interested in the elder brother...... Although she couldn't see any charm at all for Lu Wu.

But then again, if it's a senior sister...... Or at least let the senior sister turn Lu Wu in the direction of the good, lest he continue to be a scumbag who is abusive. And those two people......

Needless to say, foreigners are open-minded, and changing men is similar to changing clothes. I can't tell what the relationship with Lu Wu is, but she feels that it is impossible for the two to be together. Not to mention anything else, the height doesn't match! The Yanmar stepped on high heels, and was a little taller than Lu Wu.

As for the other one in the black and red dress...... I've heard that the junior was fostered, but I haven't heard that the junior openly came out to take the initiative to seduce!

Although she didn't know why these people were entangled with Lu Wu...... But apparently Lu Wu is not as simple as it seems. Maybe...... A flash of inspiration flashed through her mind...... Got rich?

Wait! She suddenly remembered the incident she encountered when she met Ren Jian when she first met. That's the thing about that fake contract. A huge contract for a steel mill that is obviously completely disproportionate to the size of the company Ren Jian is in.

Speaking of which, Zhang Yao has a good memory, and she still remembers the seal on the contract at the beginning...... W City Iron & Steel Plant......

Look at the time, it's not very late at this time. She turned on her phone and searched a little to find the webpage of the steel plant. Now it's a company that has a website. She effortlessly saw the scale of the steel business, and some of the information that was put up as propaganda......

Anyone who has read this information will understand that this is a thriving factory producing high-tech metal materials. Employing hundreds or thousands of people.

She quickly found what she was looking for in an inconspicuous corner of the web page, a steel mill owned by XXX Investment Group. And this investment group ...... The person in charge is really ...... Ren Jian?!

Although the online photo is a frontal photo, it is a little different from me. But that chubby face won't be mistaken!

It turned out to be true...... What she saw when she came to the door was actually real!

She was shocked! Although this thing is unimaginable and suspicious. But after all, it was also doubt, and she didn't have to believe it at all before. Could it be that Lu Wu really made a fortune? That's why some bull gods, snakes, and ghosts came out together?

What should I do? Those women are obviously uneasy and kind!

It is estimated that it is useless to go directly to advise Lu Wu. And there is not even a position. After all, the money was earned by Lu Wu himself. She sighed softly. couldn't help but turn her head to look at the senior sister. The face of the beautiful woman in the black dress and red dress just now is really beautiful, but the figure can't be seen because of the clothes...... However, the bust of the Chinese, as we all know, is basically an A cup. And the bust of the senior sister is very good, with a C cup.

In this case...... Maybe give it a try. and the beautiful than the figure, and the good figure than the beautiful. I don't dare to say if I can successfully put my senior sister and my brother together, at least to stop the few obviously abnormal objects around him. Let them retreat from the difficulties, even if they can't do it, at least add some pressure to them, so as not to act recklessly.

……

Night had fallen, and a warm tropical wind blew through the trees, rustling the entire woods.

There are a lot of vines growing on the ground, and the ground is only slightly undulating, but these vines make the surrounding area a difficult place to trek.

There is only darkness at the end of the horizon. In the moonlight, the trees resemble misshapen ghosts, which makes people can't help but feel creepy. It's as if this is a wild land where civilization has disappeared. Although each of them knows that this place is not far from the nearest town.

There were sporadic gunshots, explosions, and screams in the darkness. In fact, the voices have not stopped. Those were supposed to be the voices of futile resistance when their fallen companions were slaughtered.

"Frenchman, we're dead!" shouted his companion in despair. "That's not a person!"

"Everybody hold on. The man called "Frenchman" shouted. "The camp is not far away!"

Yes, that's not human! They are a group of nearly twenty people, all of whom are professionally trained mercenaries with sufficient combat experience, or in other words, they are PMCs (private military contractors), private military contractors. But now, they have lost more than half of them under the blow of that unknown being.

This would have been a very difficult security task, providing security for a group of scientific research teams who were conducting research in a sensitive area of Southeast Asia. Yes, it is not the kind of poaching, smuggling or drug trafficking in the name of scientific research, it is a scientific research team in the true sense. It was a group of legitimate scientists and a formal research project that was said to be studying the variation of flora and fauna in the region. It stands to reason that it doesn't get in the way of others, and no one will come to trouble. It's a pity that the pile of scientific research equipment they carry with them is more valuable (of course, this is normal), for fear of being stolen and robbed. Therefore, in order to ensure the safety of personnel and equipment, they were specially hired as **MCs.

They would have even thought of the mission as a vacation - theoretically, the most dangerous enemies would be the thieves and robbers with bad intentions.

However, the facts fully show that they were all wrong.

The "Frenchman" tugged at the bolt of his rifle and replaced the last dissatisfied magazine. Without having to check him, he knew that there were only ten rounds in the magazine.

The backpack or something has long been lost in the escape, and the cumbersome heavy body armor has also been thrown away. There were nearly twenty of them when they came out, and now there are eight around them. There is no need for any superfluous burden to escape, just desperate escape, random strafing. As for whether the latter is effective or not...... can only say that everyone is at the mercy of God.

A few whistling whistles in the air pulled out a smoke glow as bright as day, and someone fired a flare. The lights slowly fall from the sky, like a kilowatt incandescent bulb illuminating the surroundings. But this flare was brought out by them...... Now it has fallen into the hands of the enemy and has become a talisman.

In the distance in the darkness, someone fired a gun.

The high density of the warhead is terrible. There was the sound of chirping air currents everywhere, the grass at my feet was flying, and clods of dirt were bouncing. Totally unbelievable it was one or two enemies shooting. It can only be said that the opponent's marksmanship is accurate and unnatural. In fact, bullets weren't the biggest threat they faced at all - they had previously held a short knife empty-handed. Killed five or six of them unscathed.

"Frenchman" is already on the run. The bullets all around him seemed to stagger him, but the screams of his companions in his ears told him that it was not an illusion, just that they were not aiming at him. The air in his lungs was pulling violently, and the blood all over his body pounded against his head from the violent running and the unspeakable fear in his heart. But this luck was limited after all, and in just a short time, he felt a cold on his right thigh, then a weakness in his foot, and his body lost balance, and he fell to the ground.

There was a close explosion behind him, and countless shrapnel flew around. He must be glad that he was hit in the thigh by a bullet and fell down, otherwise he would have been cut into a sieve directly by shrapnel at this moment.

It's a grenade, and the other side is starting to use that kind of weapon.

Another grenade flew and exploded in mid-air, slamming into his back from behind, giving the feeling that all his organs were being torn apart. He didn't feel the pain, but he began to regret that he shouldn't have lost his body armor.

The gunfire finally calmed down.

He barely looked back, and none of his companions were gone. Even the "superstition" that kept chanting "Guanyin Bodhisattva Rulai Buddha Sanqing Patriarch Almighty God Allah Allah Zeus Odinla" and many other great gods, and even the unpopular god "Ahuramazda" (he later learned that it was an ancient Zoroastrian god) was silent. The forest had fallen silent, and only his immobile body told him it wasn't a hallucination.

The other party walked out of hiding place and came to the "Frenchman", as if to gauge his victory. The barrel of the gun in his hand was already red, and he casually threw it to his feet. Looks like it's going to change weapons.

Suddenly, someone let out a wild howl. It was a "polar bear"! A tall Russian man, fierce and tenacious, who is said to have escaped from the battlefield with his intestines flowing out of his stomach. Whether this legend is true or not, but the tenacity of vitality is true. He had been hit by at least four bullets at the moment, but he was still able to jump up and point his gun at the enemy.

"Frozen!" the mysterious man said.

I couldn't describe this strange feeling, it was obviously a language he had never heard before, but the moment the other party said it, he inexplicably knew what the word meant.

Then the "polar bear" suddenly wrapped its whole body in a layer of ice. That's something that shouldn't be in this tropical zone at all. It just appeared out of thin air, enveloping the whole body of the "polar bear", making him keep the shooting motion, frozen in the ice crystals.

"You, breathing stops. The mysterious man's gaze turned to him. After he said this, the "Frenchman" clearly felt that his lungs were immediately attacking. It was as if there was an invisible diaphragm outside his mouth and nose, separating his body from the air. His instinct for oxygen made him reach out to break the diaphragm, but no matter how he grabbed it, all he caught was his own flesh. His throat let out a "heh" "heh" in a futile attempt to regain his ability to inhale by exhaling. But everything is meaningless.

In about half a minute, the whole world fell silent.