The luxurious, atmospheric conference room was empty, Cao Wenbin went in to take a look, his brows were furrowed, and Song Zekai's secretary, Miss Li, smiled unhurriedly: "Mr. Song should still be in the office, I'll call him." ”

"No need!"

Liu Yiming said coldly, turned his head at Jin Weihong and said, "Auntie, you go and take over the finance department and seal all the accounts!"

"Good!"

Jin Weihong looked indignant, and simply led the property verification team he brought with him, and went straight to the finance department. Since Song Zekai is so rude, there is no need for the Jin family to show any mercy.

"Let's go to the president's office!"

The people behind him all bowed slightly, Cao Wenbin pushed the stunned Secretary Li and scolded: "Lead the way!"

The little secretary was confused and suspicious, yesterday Mr. Song also ordered to do a good job of reception, this morning Mr. Song just showed his face, and he never saw anyone again, but just now he called to explain that he would lead people to the conference room.

In front of the finance department, Jin Weihong raised a foot and kicked open the wooden door with a "clang", and the financial personnel inside were startled, raised their heads and looked at these intruders in dismay.

"I am Jin Weihong, the director of the finance department of the headquarters of the Jinshi Group, from now on, I will take over here, everyone will stop what they are doing, and they will not leave or make phone calls without my permission. “

After speaking, Jin Wei waved his red hand, and the review team behind him immediately came up, seized the file ledger, the key and password of the safe, and blocked all accounts that logged in to the property software.

“NO... NO... hat happened?”

Almost all the people in the finance office are Chinese in Singapore, but unfortunately few people are fluent in Chinese now, and all correspondence documents, accounts, etc. are written in English.

They didn't understand Jin Weihong's words, and they were shocked when they looked at this middle-aged woman's commanding appearance.

Someone who understood Chinese translated Jin Weihong's words, and the people in the room immediately understood, and everyone stood aside like a cicada.

On the other side, Secretary Li, who walked quickly to the door of the president's office, knocked on the door hurriedly, and said: "Mr. Song, the ..... of Huaxia headquarters"

Before the words were finished, Cao Wenbin was already impatient, kicked open the office door, and broke in.

The expansive office is greeted by huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows, facing the clear water and blue sky of Singapore, and the view is truly extraordinary.

On the three-meter-long rare mahogany desk, a person sat on a European-style leather sofa with his head down, with his back to Liu Yiming and his party who broke in.

"Mr. Song...."

Secretary Li asked cautiously and softly, but unfortunately there was no response, Liu Yiming glanced at it, and his brows couldn't help frowning.

The little secretary walked around the executive desk, gently grabbed Song Zekai's shoulder, and when he turned to look, he immediately screamed, and his body fell on the luxurious carpet.

"Shhh

I saw a middle-aged man on the boss's chair with blank eyes, a black hole in the center of his eyebrows, and the blood gushing out of the coagulated had coagulated to a black-brown color, and it seemed that he had been dead for at least an hour.

At this moment, there was a rush of sirens outside, countless police cars swarmed in, the police lights flashed, and a large number of special police officers jumped out of the cars, carrying submachine guns and rushing upstairs.

Barricades have been set up in the streets in the distance, and a large number of onlookers curiously watched from the periphery of the cordon, and within a few minutes, the police surrounded the headquarters of the Kim Group.

There was a light flickering on the opposite side, Cao Wenbin looked up, there was a faint sniper on the roof of the building, there were already snipers running, doing tactical evasion actions, and the muzzle of the large-caliber sniper rifle black hole hole was facing here.

Liu Yiming raised his head, a cold light flashed in his eyes, he stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass window with his hands behind his back, and secretly said in his heart, what a vicious strategy, this is a bureau that seems to have been arranged for a long time, what should I do?

If they resist by force, they will immediately become the enemy of the whole of Singapore, and the entire property of the Kim overseas group will be confiscated immediately, which I am not afraid of, even if they destroy their entire army and head of government, but what will my aunt do?

But if you don't resist, let them arrest their own people, it won't work, since this is a situation that has been set up, there will naturally be follow-up measures. At that time, the initiative was in the hands of others, whether it was black or white, it was all up to others!

"We've been fooled, it's a trap! Childe, what should we do?"

Cao Wenbin also understood in an instant, this is a trap created by man, otherwise the police would not have come so quickly, obviously they had already been ambushed around, waiting for us to get in.

A trace of worry flashed in Cao Wenbin's eyes, he was not worried about Liu Yiming's safety, with his skills, who in the world could stop the master? The few brothers he brought did not need to worry, but the expert group of more than 20 people and Jin Weihong and others, once the battle started, it would inevitably hurt them.

Everyone was looking at Liu Yiming, waiting for him to make a decision, and at this moment there were footsteps behind him.

"Yiming, what's going on, why are the police here?"

When Jin Weihong saw Song Zekai's body, he was also stunned, his body was weak, and he cried out.

"This.... This?"

Liu Yiming turned around and grabbed Jin Weihong's arm, and said calmly: "Auntie, this is a bureau, I'm afraid that our coming to Singapore was designed by someone else." Call Ambassador Choi at the Embassy in Singapore right now!"

"Cao Wenbin, try your best to delay the police, and the rest of the people will gather immediately, follow me to the basement parking lot, and then we will go to the embassy!"

"As soon as we got to the embassy, we were safe. “

"Yes!" Cao Wenbin had just said yes, when he heard a commotion outside, mixed with English scolding, "FUK, GO... GO...“

"Follow me!"

Cao Wenbin shouted loudly, strode out of the president's office, Zhao Si, Xiao Qi and the others rubbed their hands, their eyes were excited to release blue light, and then ran out.

At this time, a team of Singapore special police officers had already entered the 29th floor along the elevator, and some of the special police officers forced the staff here to leave with guns, but all the staff with work cards on their chests were driven down after a little screening, obviously the target was very clear, that is, the people who came to Huaxia.

In addition, most of the special police officers were bent on their waists, alternately covering and rushing in, breaking down and searching one office after another, and at this moment, Cao Wenbin led people to arrive.

"Stop... Don't move!"

A Singaporean special police officer shouted in English, and several guns were "hula" at the same time at Cao Wenbin and the five people who came out.

Cao Wenbin's eyes were as sharp as knives, he took a deep breath, and roared in a voice that only his own people could hear as he ran: "Xuantian Heart Method, True Martial Transformation!"

"Da Da Da Da..."

A rapid gunshot rang out, and the hallway was filled with sawdust and smoke.