Chapter 1184: Turning the Face Is Faster Than Turning the Books
The entire manor is on duty for external security and internal defense, plus a security force of nearly 30 people. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć info Fang Yuanshan broke them one by one, and it took about half an hour to disarm the manor's security defense system.
The four-dimensional image glanced at the temporary conference room of the monitoring room, where dozens of people were all tied up tightly, and their mouths were firmly blocked with sealing tapes.
"Click~" closed the door of the monitoring room from the outside, pulled the folds on the suit, and walked towards the main building.
From the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can tell how lively the atmosphere inside is.
At this time, Fang Yuanshan was wearing a decent suit, his hair was meticulously combed, his leather shoes were polished, and when he arrived at the back door, he reached out and clamped his tie straight, and only pushed open the door and walked in after there was no problem.
This main building is very large, the area of the hall alone is not less than 500 square meters, the interior decoration is magnificent, the crystal chandelier exudes a milky white light, which sets off the whole house more dreamy.
The sound of soothing music echoed in the house, and the gentlemen and ladies inside chatted in pairs, and some of them laughed uncontrollably when they talked about their pleasures, and the atmosphere seemed very harmonious.
Fang Yuanshan, who came in, took a glass of red wine in his hand from the tray at the corner of the stairs, and then began to look for his target.
A few minutes later, he saw the target: an old man in his sixties.
This old man, who is less than 1.7 meters tall, is the owner of this manor. He has a North Caucasian face, dim pupils, deep-set eye sockets, and a distinctive hooked nose.
Judging people by their appearance, this old man doesn't look like a good stubble.
At this time, the old man was carrying a young girl on his arm, chatting and laughing with two pairs of middle-aged men and women.
The girl in the low-cut dress next to her laughed from time to time, and the two large balls of meat on her chest kept shaking with the laughter.
"Hey, hello~"
"Cheers~"
"Today is a charming night, and I wish you a charming mood. ā
Fang Yuanshan, who was holding a wine glass, smiled all the way, and laughed with the people next to him from time to time, his movements seemed so natural, no one doubted that he was not a gentleman.
When he came to the owner of the manor, "Romanov Ivanovich", about five meters away, he stopped moving, raised a glass and laughed with the people around him.
In five minutes or ten minutes, after the female singer on the front side of the table finished the song, the people in the hall responded with warm applause.
Fang Yuanshan, who was always paying attention to the situation behind him, saw that the "Romanov" said goodbye to the people around him, and he also nodded with a "hot" lady and left with a smile.
Twenty minutes later, when the old man had finished drinking with several waves of guests, he spoke a few words to the ear of the girl beside him, then put the glass in her hand and walked towards the back of the hall.
Fang Yuanshan's four-dimensional image looked through the wall, and it turned out that the old man was going to the toilet.
The four-dimensional image glanced left and right, and after seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he put the wine glass in a waiter's tray and followed the old man towards the toilet with a smile on his face.
Not to mention anything else, as far as poverty and luxury are concerned, the former richest man in Brazil "Ike Batista" does not have this Romanov luxury, and even the doorknob of the bathroom is made of pure gold.
He walked in without hurry, and looked around the forty or fifty square bathroom, and there was no one else in it except for the Romanov.
He closed the door with his backhand, paced to the old man's side, and stood with him and put the water on it.
The Romanov, who turned his head to look at him, obviously hadn't seen him, but after being stunned for a moment, he nodded and smiled at him, and said in broken English: "There are a lot of beautiful girls here today, has this gentleman captured Natasha in your heart?"
Natasha didn't take a fancy to it, but she was quite interested in an old man. ā
Hearing his words, the old man paused for a moment, and then said with a dry smile: "Young man, although I don't want to judge your personal preferences, I don't think it's a good idea. ā
"Maybe~" Shaking the little brother twice, after zipping up his pants, his right hand went directly to the neck of this romanov, and said: "But I have something I want to ask Mr. Ivanovich for a favor." ā
The old man squinted at his hand on his shoulder, his face became gloomy, and he said expressionlessly, "Oh, do you need my help with anything?"
Fang Yuanshan glanced around in the toilet and said with a smile: "Look, this is obviously not a place to talk, how about we go upstairs and talk about it in detail?"
Feeling the hard thing on the top of his waist, the little old man's face stiffened, and he said coldly: "Young man, I'm afraid you haven't figured out where this is and who I am, if you know, I believe you will not make today's choice." ā
Fang Yuanshan, who originally had a gentlemanly smile, immediately turned his face faster than turning a book when he heard that he dared to threaten, and said viciously in his mouth: "You old thing, give you three points of color and you will open a dyeing workshop, and if you talk a lot of, labor and management will collapse you." ā
"You ......"
"What are you, cooperate obediently, otherwise today next year will be your death day. ā
After saying this, he took off his suit, put it on his arm, and then let the old man drag his arm, while the pistol in his right hand passed through the hem of the suit and pressed against the old man's waist.
"If you want to die, you can call someone later, and see if I dare to open a few holes in your stomach. ā
Out of the toilet, the old man obediently led him towards the middle of the hall, and when he passed by his little girlfriend, the old man showed a stiff smile and said, "This is my old friend's child, you greet the guest first, I want to talk to him alone." ā
This beautiful and moving girl glanced at Fang Yuanshan, nodded and smiled: "Well, I know~"
After walking away a few steps, Fang Yuanshan put his head sideways against his ear and said, "Your smile is too stiff, take it easy." ā
Hearing his words, the old man had to grin the corners of his mouth wider, and try to make himself look happier.
I went up the stairs safely all the way to the owner's rest area on the third floor.
If you look around, there are bedrooms and observation decks in addition to the study. In addition, the bathtub in the bedroom is also super luxurious, and there is also surfing, which will be more exciting when you want to play with his little girlfriend.
The bedroom door closed silently, put down the pistol, walked to a massage chair and sat down, gently pressed the button, and the ball on his back massaged back and forth on his back.
After looking around the room, he turned to the old man who was still standing at the door and said, "This is your home, please sit casually." ā
He chose a chair not far from him and sat down, and then stared at him directly, trying to show his composure, but unfortunately his trembling little legs betrayed him.
"Don't be so nervous, answer me a few questions, and then you can go down and continue to be happy with your guests. ā
didn't say anything to him, and said straight to the point: "I need to go into the city, but for some special reasons, my identity cannot be officially recognized, so I need Mr. Ivanovich's help." ā
The old man on the other side calmed down his nervousness, thought about it and said, "It's basically impossible, this is the central district, not the local government, and many loopholes don't work here at all." ā
"It's basically impossible, so there's a way?"
"It's a hassle. ā
"The last thing I'm afraid of is trouble, just say it. ā
Seeing him looking at himself with burning eyes, the old man explained to him helplessly, and Fang Yuanshan occasionally asked out loud in the middle, and then continued to listen to him.
It was about ten minutes before and after, and after the old man finished speaking, Fang Yuanshan stared at his eyes for a while, but unfortunately this old man's city was too deep, and he couldn't see anything.
"In order to prevent Mr. Ivanovich from lying to me, I ask you to put this thing on. As he spoke, he took something like a bracelet out of his trouser pocket and handed it over.
"What is this?"
"I call it a time-limited restraint, when you put it on, you can't take it off manually for a period of time, and it's hit with high explosives, and if you destroy it by violent means......"
"How?"
It will explode with a "bang". As for the power, I haven't tried it yet~"
Listening to his explanation, the old man shrank back in fright, especially when Fang Yuanshan threw it at him, he jumped out of the chair like a snake and scorpion, afraid that it would explode.
"Wear it~"
Hearing Fang Yuanshan's words, and looking at the muzzle of the black hole in his hand, the old man walked slowly towards the bracelet on the chair with an ugly face, and finally gritted his teeth and picked it up and put it on his hand.
"Papapa~"
Fang Yuanshan, who put down the pistol, slapped his pat twice, and said with a smile: "Congratulations to Mr. Ivanovich for making the right choice." ā
After standing up, he said, "If nothing else, I believe we will never have a chance to meet again in this life." He raised his legs and walked towards the bedroom door.
"What about this thing?"
"Don't worry, it will come loose in twelve hours, and you can just take it off when the time comes. ā
Of course, this sentence is deceitful, there is no explosive in the bracelet, but strong poison, and the fate of this old man is basically doomed.
As he spoke, his eyes fell on the antique shelf behind the door, on which several ornamental stones with unique shapes were illuminated by spotlights, and the inside was pale green.
"Hey, what is this?"
As he spoke, he paused, turned and walked towards the antique shelf.
Stretched out his hand and took down the stone on the shelf, leaned in front of him and looked at it carefully, and wondered: "This is the jade rough?"
"Yes. ā
Hearing Ivanovich's affirmative answer, the expression on Fang Yuanshan's face was cloudy, and he asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "Where is this kind of stone?"
"There may be more in the East Region, and there should be a lot of other major rough stone firms. ā
"The addresses of these firms?"
"There are a lot of their shops in town, and you can find them just by going in. ā
Without further hesitation, he left the place as soon as he put down the rough stone......
(To be continued.) )