The casino was in a panic!

Zhang Sheng, under the escort of his subordinates, was not dispersed by the crowd. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info He stood quietly in place, looking at the darkness in front of him, where the middle-aged man was sitting just now.

It wasn't until the security guards found the emergency flashlights that the long-lost light quieted down the frightened people.

"What the hell is going on!"

"It can't be a power outage......

"Where's the emergency lights?"

Someone in the casino shouted, noisy, and pierced Zhang Sheng's ears.

His expression was subtle, neither angry nor annoyed. Under the illumination of the flashlight beam, the position that should have been a middle-aged man was already empty at this time. Looking at the crowd, there was no trace of it.

"Sure enough......," Zhang Sheng muttered to himself.

More than 90 big red chips were scattered all over the place, like a little red bloodstain.

Zhang Sheng slowly squatted down, gently picked up a chip, put it in his hand and stared, the high-end chip with red glass texture fell on the marble floor and knocked out a small gap.

The subordinate suddenly shouted: "Boss ......"

Zhang Sheng stretched out his hand and made a gesture not to speak.

He pinched the chip and returned to his office, accompanied by two security guards. The emergency lights on the office walls are bright and dazzling, and they do their job.

An hour later, he received a steady stream of reports from his men.

"The emergency lights in the casino on the second floor were all broken bizarrely, so they didn't turn on when the power was suddenly cut off......"

"The main control circuit was all burned down, and the surveillance video of the day was not saved at all......"

"Liu San is crazy, shouting everywhere that he has seen a ghost, I don't know if he is pretending to be stupid, he took two injections of tranquilizers to be honest, and now he is sent to the city psychiatric hospital, someone looks at this kid, and he won't let him run away......"

Zhang Sheng's eyes drooped, and he suddenly asked, "What about the people in the same room as Liu San?" ”

"Well, there are no emergency lights in the private room, and they don't know exactly what's going on...... Some people say they saw a long-haired female ghost......"

"That is." Zhang Sheng said word by word: "There is such a big situation in the club, you don't even have any clues?" ”

The subordinates were very nervous, and hurriedly remedied: "I found someone to investigate the information of the surnamed Li, but ......"

"But I can't find anything."

Zhang Sheng said the second half of the sentence for him, and then the whole person seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, leaning on the sofa chair and not moving. "You get out."

As if he had been pardoned, his subordinates turned around and were about to leave, when they heard the voice of the boss again.

It was a trembling tone that I had never heard in Zhang Sheng, a big boss, as if there was a kind of concern, and it seemed to be worried...... But perhaps the most appropriate thing is to be frightened.

How could Boss Zhang be frightened......

The subordinate shook his head, hurriedly threw the unrealistic thought out of his mind, and the moment he closed the door, he heard the sound of porcelain falling on the ground.

He vaguely remembered that there was only an expensive Kyocera tea set on the coffee table in the office, which used to be Boss Zhang's favorite.

Zhang Sheng sat on the chair, motionless.

With a "snap", as the power system returned to normal, the bright European-style chandelier on the ceiling of the office emitted a soft light. shone on Zhang Sheng's face, but a dark shadow was imprinted.

Li Chuang's eyes, posture, and every move seemed to reappear in front of him.

The kind of contemptuous and proud taste hidden in Li Chuang's body can't hide Zhang Sheng's eyes at all, that kind of arrogance and wantonness, he can only see the most in one kind of person...... Decades ago, the execution ground at the head of Zhangjia Village.

That officer Sun, who has accurate marksmanship and is very good at giving the prisoner a happy one. His eyes flashed with the same light as Li Chuang.

At that time, the executions did not shy away from the villagers at all. When Zhang Sheng was a child, he witnessed bullets pass through his skull, with a crisp sound, spraying red liquid like watermelons falling to the ground, leaving an indelible terrifying impression on his memory.

Until this police officer Sun died of illness, Zhang Sheng finally would not wake up from this childhood nightmare.

As his experience grew, he knew what kind of eyes it was......

That is fearless death, that is the belief that you are always doing the right thing, that is the indifference when you face the world after seeing through everything.

This kind of person is born to be an executioner.

And even if you don't mention this middle-aged man, the bizarre embodiment of this series of events is far beyond Zhang Sheng's imagination and expectations. He couldn't guess, let alone think of what kind of group of people, with what kind of exquisite ideas, what kind of perfect cooperation, and what kind of secret means would make this kind of ......

What does the national intelligence service do?

From appearing to attract the attention of security guards, to evacuating and destroying evidence after power outages, every move of the employees of Jinlangya Club seems to be under their watchful eyes, and there is no doubt that there is no doubt that there is no flaw in the calculation.

Liu San's small role is not worthy of this kind of treatment at all.

But Zhang Sheng vaguely understood that this matter was not aimed at him...... Otherwise, with the chaos of a sudden power outage in the casino, it's easy to do something about yourself.

"Boss, a security guard has found an important clue! Have a relationship with the man surnamed Lee! ”

"What is this?"

Zhang Sheng pinched a small capsule through the plastic bag and observed it carefully.

The subordinate said: "I turned it under the stool surnamed Li, and it is very willing to be something he threw down......

Zhang Sheng had a flash of inspiration, suddenly slapped his high-fives, and shouted: "Send these chips to the Public Security Bureau, just say that we have lost something, and I need to find out the fingerprints on them!" By the way, there is also this capsule, send it to the testing center to see what it is! ”

He got the results that night.

"The fingerprints on the chips have a very low overlap rate, and it can't be from the same person."

Zhang Sheng asked, "What about the capsule?" ”

"Boss, I sent the capsule to the Public Security Bureau together, and found the fingerprint comparison done by Brother Wang, except for the fingerprint of Xiao Feng, the security guard who picked up the capsule, it is different from any fingerprint on the chip......

"I'm asking you about the test results of your capsules!"

The subordinate bowed his head and read on a blank piece of paper with handwriting all over it, "Inside the capsule is ...... It is a mixture of many cyanide compounds, and the firm result given by the monitoring center is LD, that is, the equivalent is lethal enough, which belongs to the category of extreme danger. ”

The downside of modern technology is that it's too easy to figure out everything.

Zhang Sheng felt that his heart was being clutched by an invisible force......

"What kind of people are this......

He decided to destroy all these investigation records, and then let Liu San stay in the mental hospital for the rest of his life, never thinking about coming out again.

After a while, Zhang Sheng woke up from a dream and said, "Hurry up, let people prepare gifts and send them to everyone in the 403 private room that day!" Money is not a problem, don't spend less......"

The subordinates looked at each other, what happened to this boss?