Leaving the North Gate Commercial Street in a leisurely manner, Lao Luo flashed into a nearby alley, turned two corners, and walked into a dead end. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Standing still in front of the old gray wall, his outstretched hand stopped on the wall and suddenly smiled.

"Come out, don't follow. ”

Crisp applause rang out, and a man wearing a felt hat and an old black suit walked leisurely into the alley.

"Tsk, there are indeed two hits. ”

The five men standing behind him were also all in black suits.

Six automatic rifles were carried in their hands, and six men stood at the intersection of a dead end, blocking Lao Luo's only way to retreat.

Looking at Lao Luo, who had no way to escape, the man smiled happily.

"When did you notice that?"

"From the moment you set your eyes on me," Lao Luo pursed his lips, the shadow of the alley blocking the disdainful expression on his face.

"Oh?" the man raised his eyebrows with interest, "that's interesting. Anyone with a little IQ should not be so stupid as to fall into a dead end...... Or are you lost?"

Lao Luo smiled and did not answer, but asked.

"Who sent you? Church Manager Wan or the famous Head Ding?"

The man didn't answer, just looked at Lao Luo with a smile.

Seeing that the man didn't speak, Lao Luo smiled and said.

"Wait...... It can't be the Tigers, right?"

"Does it matter who it is?" the man whispered, snapping his fingers, "you just need to know that someone wants your life, and that's enough." ”

The five gunmen who followed the man loaded their rifles in unison, stepped forward half a step, and the muzzle of the black hole was aimed at Lao Luo in the dead end, sealing all his way to live.

"Good night. Gently lowering the brim of the felt hat above his head, the man said in a hoarse voice, "Have a good dream." ”

Lao Luo smiled.

"Good night. ”

The scalpel-thin dagger, slipping faintly from his cuffs, was expertly clipped between his fingertips.

In the dim moonlight, the silver thread seemed to shimmer, so imperceptible.

Like a light feather, or like the whisper of death, the unfinished words blew down the wind to the ears of the man in black.

"You too, good dreams. ”

……

Ping An Street has fallen asleep, but the Pan Asia Building in the center is brightly lit at the moment.

In the dead silence of the city of Shangjing, it is like a candle flame in the civilized world, swaying the last trace of embers on the eve of darkness.

In the conference room of the Pan Asia Building, where the top leaders of Pan Asia used to hold cabinet meetings, the top management of the Shangjing City Survivors Alliance held a meeting again.

It's just that the nature of this meeting is a little different from the last one, and the number of people present is less than half of the previous one, all of whom are representatives of the forces who work in this pan-Asian building, such as Head Ding, Manager Wan, and so on.

For example, Xu Tiannan, although he is the archbishop of the Tomb Keeper Sect, but the entire Tomb Keeper Sect migrated from Jiuquan after all, and he can only be regarded as an outsider in Shangjing City, even if his own strength is not weak, he still can't squeeze into the inner circle of Ping'an Street.

Sitting at the conference table, Mayor Liu sighed.

"The gate tax of Four Crystals is still too high, and the survivors have reacted greatly, and the city hall has received a thousand complaints in one day today. ”

Of all the people sitting here, as the mayor, he is probably the one with the least rights.

The reason why he, a powerless and powerless person, was promoted to the position of mayor, I am afraid that it was also the result of mutual compromise between the powerful bosses of the survivors. If it weren't for Ding Liwei or Wan Peng, anyone could easily sit in this position, and they could sit better and more stable than him.

"Much?" Wan Peng snorted coldly, "I still think it's a little less." ”

Because of NAC's open mouth of blood, he has been bleeding profusely lately, and the storeroom has shrunk by a million. Even with the financial resources of his Sunday Club, this million points of subcrystalline is a lot of expenses.

"We only scraped together five million," Ding Liwei said in a deep voice, "After all, our expenses are not small, and it is impossible to squeeze out 10 million Yajing at once and give it to NAC." The gate tax continues to maintain the four-point aqua bar, and no matter how much resistance there is, it must be enforced. At least until the beginning of next spring, that's our bottom line. ”

Factories need Ajing, workers and soldiers also need Ajing, and the little income from hunting is just a drop in the bucket. The capital chain and the supply chain are mixed together, although they are very rich, they have to be cautious on the issue of Yajing, and they cannot tolerate sloppiness.

"I mean, at least get the news out there—"

"Impossible," Wan Peng interrupted Mayor Liu, "Have you considered the consequences of going public? Why do we have to block the news of the Badaling military outpost at all costs? Think about it, Mayor Liu, if you let the survivors of Ping'an Street know that hundreds of CCPP tanks have driven to the gate of Shangjing City." ”

"But sooner or later, word will spread. Mayor Liu smiled bitterly.

"Then we will talk about it," Wan Peng said, staring at him, "and when the time comes, we will naturally convince them that those tanks are not coming for us." ”

Mayor Liu wanted to say something, but in the end, the words on his lips were held back and nothing was said.

Wan Peng's opinion is naturally the unanimous opinion reached after the discussion of the Shangjing City Survivors Alliance. With a mere mayor, he doesn't even have the qualifications to put forward opinions, let alone change the minds of so many bigwigs.

"Next question. Ding Liwei looked at the man with glasses in front of the conference table.

The man with the glasses nodded, "Next question." The Grave Keeper Sect was scheduled to move to Ping'an Street within three days, and Xu Tiannan asked us to arrange a place for their people to live, preferably at the east gate of Ping'an Street, as their station was relatively close to the east gate. ”

"Didn't he stay in the gymnasium," Ding Liwei frowned.

"Because of the Russians. ”

Russians.

I don't know who said that.

When the word appeared on the conference table, the room fell silent.

After a long time.

"Approval," Ding Liwei said slowly, looking at Mayor Liu, "You go and make arrangements, dismantle part of the slum at the east gate and move it to the open space at the west gate." ”

"Okay. Mayor Liu nodded.

"Go now. ”

"Yes......"

Mayor Liu simply cleaned up the things on the table, got up and left the conference table.

The door to the conference room was closed.

It took a moment for someone to speak and break the silence.

"The Russians are in the subway. ”

"Damn!" Wan Peng slammed his fist on the table, gritted his teeth and said, "It's not good where those old hairy people go, why did they choose the subway!"

Ding Liwei's complexion is not very good-looking.

Obviously, he is also cursing those Russians in his heart at this time.

The man in the trench coat sighed, and he spoke for the first time after not saying a word from the beginning of the meeting.

"What do we do now?"

"Let's stop the project first, and wait for Lao Maozi and the people from NAC to leave," looking at the subway line on the holographic map, Ding Liwei frowned slightly, "Fortunately, it's on Line 35...... Hopefully they won't find anything. As long as they don't go there, it's all too good. ”

"Okay, I'll go to the construction site now. The man in the trench coat stood up and walked towards the door.

"Wait. Ding Liwei suddenly stopped him again.

"What else?" stopped at the door, and the man in the trench coat turned.

Staring at him seriously, Ding Liwei said word by word.

"We must find that old Luo. ”

The man in the trench coat bowed his head slightly and said softly.

"Rest assured. ”

"He couldn't run away. (To be continued.) )