Chapter 437: An explosion that shocked the world

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Now it seems that North Korea is breaking corn and sowing winter wheat, and if it stays here for too long, the danger of exposure will be infinitely magnified. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Although there is a 'long shuttle floating car' outside that can be evacuated at any time, Wang Zheng does not want to make this matter a tiger.

And, even if he doesn't care much about North Korea's law enforcement forces, he doesn't want to be saddled with a reputation for being a tomb robber. After all, these artworks will be put on display in the Taoyuan Museum in the future.

"Boss, a week is too little!" Wang Fu couldn't help but say.

"No! Just one week, at most I will send you some more people from the mountain villa to help! After a week, fill in the excavated holes, and then evacuate them all!"

Seeing that Wang Zheng's attitude could not be refused, Wang Fu had to nod.

After staying in the ancient tomb for a while, Wang Zheng didn't like the depression here, so he climbed up the ladder he had set up.

patted the dirt on his hands, "Zhao Tian, you have a golden slave, and you are responsible for protecting it here." ”

"Yes!"

Wang Zheng patted him on the shoulder, "Don't let people find out!"

"Rest assured, boss!"

"Qianzi, call Dian Wei and bring Aben Qingyan over, we're leaving here!"

North Korea is too closed to trade with Ichiro Ahon. However, Wang Zheng did not go to Japan, which is the territory of the An Ben family. As for their own country, it is not suitable either. It's too easy to attract suspicion when it's too big, and Wang Zheng also feels a little constrained there.

After looking around, it seems that there is only another stick country that is the most suitable. Therefore, after Dian Wei arrived with Aberdeen Qingyan, a group of four people took the 'Long Shuttle' floating car to Pusan, which Wang Zheng selected.

As the second largest city in South Korea and the largest port, it is densely populated, and the water, land and air transportation can connect the world, and people from different countries from all over the world enter South Korea every day.

"Whew!"

After exhaling, Wang Zheng took a sip of the red wine in the glass, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the presidential suite of the Hyatt Hotel, and looked at the busy Busan Port in the distance.

"Jingle bell ......!"

The crisp ringing of the phone disrupts the quiet atmosphere in the room.

After Dian Wei, who was standing behind Wang Zheng, connected, he simply listened to a few sounds and hung up.

"Wang Qian is here?"

"Yes, according to the boss's orders, everything is done!"

"Well, it's done!" Wang Zheng nodded, took out his mobile phone and dialed the number that had already asked for a transaction several times.

"Hey, Mr. Yasuda......!"

"The $500 million has already been hit as you said, what about my son?" an angry voice interrupted Wang Zheng's words.

It's no wonder that he is like this, according to Wang Zheng's request, Ichiro Amoto has already transferred $500 million to his account within three days, but Wang Zheng was stunned for a week before answering his call.

"Hehe, Mr. Yasuda, don't be angry, it always takes time to find a safe place to trade!" That being said, Wang Zheng delayed the time by assigning people to Ichiro Asumoto and tracking his own time.

"And now you've found it?"

A cold voice sounded.

"Of course, the location is on the tanker 'Dura 3' at the port terminal in Busan, South Korea!"

"Busan, South Korea?"

"That's right... I've already told you the location of the transaction, so call me again when Mr. Yasuda's men arrive!"

After speaking, Wang Zheng hung up the phone.

After looking out the window and thinking for a while, Wang Zheng put the wine glass in his hand, "Dian Wei, has the ticket been booked?"

"It's booked, it's 12 o'clock tonight, three first-class cabins from Busan to Island City!"

"That's good!" After nodding, Wang Zheng stretched, "Let's go, let's eat!"

After lunch, because of the big event in the evening, Wang Zheng didn't have the heart to walk around Busan, so he went back to the hotel early.

It's still the same position as the morning station, still with floor-to-ceiling windows. Looking at the bustling cities and ports in the distance, Wang Zheng's eyes flashed with an inexplicable light.

"Ding Dong!"

The communication terminal on his left wrist suddenly rang.

Wang Zheng's spirit was shocked, and he said secretly, "It's here!"

"Tell Wang Gan and let him act according to the plan!"

"Yes!"

Dian Wei hurriedly took out his mobile phone and called out. After a short time, the voice in the communication terminal sounded again. But this time it wasn't Wang Qian, but Aberdeen Qingyan. And the person he called was Ichiro Yasumoto.

"Who?"

"Father, is it me?"

"Qingyan?"

"Yes, father, I escaped!"

"Where are you now?" said Ichiro Asumoto hurriedly.

"On a tanker called 'Dura 3'!"

"Mastermind, cut off their call!" ordered Wang Zheng, who had a smile on his lips, and the signal was blocked.

"Who the hell kidnapped you? Hey, Qingyan? Hey, damn it!"

"Father, father...!"

Noticing that on the holographic screen of the communication terminal, the red dots on the representative personnel marked by neurons suddenly accelerated the speed of gathering towards the 'Dura 3' oil tanker after the contact between the two was cut off, and the corners of Wang Zheng's mouth slowly hooked.

"I sent more than a hundred people over in such a short time, and Ichiro Yasumoto really looks down on me!" Wang Zheng smiled faintly. The reason why he delayed trading for a week. In order to give Ichiro Amoto time to mobilize manpower. As long as these people are left here, then not only can they let out a bad breath that they were almost killed by Abermoto Qingyan, but also the resistance they will encounter when they go to Abermoto's house to ask for treasures will be reduced a lot.

Seeing more and more red dots gathering at the location of the oil tanker, Wang Zheng smiled coldly, "Ask Wang Qian if he has reached a safe position!"

"Yes!"

Dian Wei, who had been turning on his mobile phone, hurriedly asked.

"Boss, Wang Qian has already left the dock and is now rushing to the airport. ”

"That's good!" After a pause, Wang Zheng showed a cruel smile on his face, "Mastermind, let's set off a firework for the little devils and sticks!"

"Yes!"

Accompanied by cold electronic sounds.

"Boom......!"

With a beam of flames like a volcanic eruption, the deafening explosion sounded for thousands of miles, shocking tens of millions of people throughout Busan. The explosion of thousands of tons of fuel oil, which was not inferior to hundreds of tons of TNT high explosives, not only swept away the port where the oil tanker was located, as well as a dozen other freighters around, but even turned the entire sky into a sea of fire.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the flames burning violently in the distance, Wang Zheng slowly sighed. Seeing that the red dots representing the positioning information on the holographic screen of the communication terminal all disappeared, the hatred for Aberdeto Qingyan in my heart also disappeared.

At this moment, looking at the burning oil tanker in the distance, Wang Zheng suddenly felt that he had grown.

Shaking his head, he emptied the superfluous thoughts in his mind and casually threw the mobile phone he brought from North Korea into the wine glass next to him. Then pick up the bottle and pour it in little by little with the expensive Lafite red wine. The orange-red liquor was like a sea of red blood, drowning the palm-sized mobile phone.

After putting down the wine bottle, he put the wine glass in front of his eyes and looked at it twice, and said to himself: "Yasumoto Qingyan, my hatred with you is over, but I will take back all the treasures that your Yasumen family took from China." ”

After one last glance at the huge flames outside the window, he casually threw his wine glass into the garbage basket next to him. Then turn around quickly.

"Let's go!"

Dian Wei, who had been standing behind him, nodded silently and followed Wang Zheng out of the hotel.

From the hotel to the street, there were crowds of people talking about the explosion. On the way to the airport, I also encountered a team of fire trucks passing by Wang Zheng's Audi car and quickly driving towards the direction of the dock.

This night in Busan is not destined to be peaceful.

"Boss!"

When Wang Zheng arrived at the airport and walked out of the car, Wang Gan, who had arrived early, immediately greeted him.

After nodding, he led the two into the departure hall. Now there is still an hour before the time for the plane to take off. And, as Wang Zheng had guessed, although the explosion was huge, no one linked it to a terrorist attack. So, Busan's traffic is still unaffected.

Holding the passport forged by Wang Feng, after successfully boarding the plane, Wang Zheng found his seat, sat down and slowly closed his eyes. These days, in order to fight wits and courage with Ichiro Asumoto, and think about how to get what he wants later, he is really tired. Now that the matter is over, he can also breathe a sigh of relief for a while.

"Anni Asse, ......!"

The crisp and young voice woke up Wang Zheng, who was gradually sleepy with his eyes closed.

"What did you say?"

Without the translation of the neuronal mastermind, he could not understand the Korean bird language. However, the girl in front of her is very beautiful, tall and thin, wearing a pale pink slim long skirt, long black hair with waves, beautiful appearance, although the big toad mirror covers half of her face, but it can also be seen that she is a rare beauty.

Wang Zheng's Chinese made the girl stunned for a moment, and then quickly said, "Hello, please give up your seat!"

"Do you speak Chinese?" the girl was a little embarrassed, but the familiar language surprised Wang Zheng, but he quickly reacted, "Miss, this seat is mine!"

"Sir, this is my ticket, take a look!" the girl pouted a little dissatisfied, but politely took out her ticket.

After taking the ticket she handed over and looking at it twice, "You are seat seven, and this one next to me is!"

"Sir, now you're sitting on number seven, next to you is number eight!"

Wang Zheng was stunned for a moment, looking at the sworn appearance of others, he got up and glanced at the sign on the seat with suspicion. Sure enough, as people said, he was indeed sitting on the seventh.

And Wang Zheng remembered that his ticket was seat eight.