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Griffith calculated the hands-on time, took into account the wolf's reaction time, and left enough time for Fencil to hesitate and decide, all of which went according to plan, and of course Fenciel would take the money given to her and evaporate, and then spend the second half of her luxurious life on an unknown island or villa.

But man is not as good as heaven, and Griffith, as a causal beast, has an advantage in many things, but this does not mean that he will not make mistakes.

Half an hour before the flight to Mumbai departed, Queenslake Airport was gradually covered with a layer of fog in the evening, and as time went on, the fog became thicker and thicker, and soon the visibility of Queenslake Airport reached a pitiful level.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the flight attendant to apologize on the radio, and Fenkiel heard the announcement that the flight from Queenslake to Mumbai had been delayed due to fog, which made Fenkiel, who was desperate to escape, lose her mind.

After much thought, Fenciel decided to turn to her friend for help.

Her plan was that in order to escape as quickly as possible, she needed to use her friend's car to take her to a neighboring town.

In fact, the Queenslake area is relatively well-developed for public transportation and intercity transportation, and in addition to choosing a private car, intercity transportation seems to be a good option.

But Fenciel has lived in this city for more than ten years, and knows some secrets that are not easy for outsiders to know, and the collusion of the Queenstown police and bandits, and the erosion of the physique, have allowed the hands of wild wolves to reach into the traffic important positions. If Fenciel chooses to be a means of transportation, I am afraid that as soon as she takes out her identity documents, she will be targeted. Otherwise, they will be caught in their tracks and followed.

Airplanes, on the other hand, are relatively safer because they are private companies. Moreover, Griffith calculates accurately in timing, and the plane to Mumbai will fly away before the wolf reacts, and once in Mumbai, it is really too high for a bird to fly, and it is difficult to be caught.

It is said that this woman can be regarded as bold and careful to do this, but once a person starts to go downhill and is unlucky, it is really everything that is not going well, and what is wrong is wrong.

Fearing that her phone would reveal her whereabouts, Fencier left it at home when she decided to flee. Now when she wants to contact friends, she has to use the public phone to contact them.

After making the call, Fenciel was worried that the departure hall would be too conspicuous, so she found a small restaurant and sat down by the window. Because he didn't have a phone on his body, it was inconvenient to contact him, so Fenzil told him his location clearly in a conversation with his friend before.

On the other end of the phone, the boy who had always befriended him and even pursued him in previous years said that there was no problem, and the car would be ready soon.

Fenciel sat in the dining room, holding a glass of soy milk and waiting anxiously, her eyes fixed on the glass window and the cars stopped and drove away, and finally did not see the so-called friend, but waited for the wolf's revenge.

Knowing the exact direction, Fenciel was grabbed three or two times, covered her head with a black bag, stuffed her into the car, and drove away.

The story is actually quite simple, after Steve learns that Liu Qiang was killed, he makes people look up the murder scene, and Fengel's room is of course not spared.

As a rule of thumb, manslaughter perpetrators tend to flee or hide for a period of time in the homes of relatives and friends, or even in secret bases.

For someone like Fengel, don't think about things like secret bases. Steve immediately set about getting the traffic arteries guarded, and notified the people at the bus station, subway station, and train station to pay attention to Fencier's news.

She then began to collect Finncher's relatives, and when she learned that her parents were dead, she expanded her search to her friends.

At this time, someone found Fincher's mobile phone left at home, so he checked the list of friends through the address book, and then visited separately, and finally blocked the guy who had just driven out to pick up Fincher.

And then that's what we saw. Our suitor of Fincier, Gail, the stick boy, after a few words of intimidation, decisively betrayed Fencier's position and saved his life.

The business car sped away wildly, leaving a neon on at the end of the car in the night.

The snow seemed to be falling heavily in the middle of the night in Queenstown, and under the beige street lamps, you could already see fine snow flakes fluttering in the cone-shaped pillars of light.

The dark brown van sped through such a snowy night, the men and women in the car swaying with the bumps of the car and the sideways slipping in the snow, and then the red light flashed in the carriage, and a man with half of the scorpion on his head opened the window and exhaled a puff of smoke.

The car bumped all the way from town to the suburbs, and soon seemed to be out of the city.

The road was getting bumpy, and there seemed to be the howl of a wild wolf in the distance.

The car drifted away in the darkness until it finally stopped.

Fencier was rudely pulled out of the car with a black cloth on her head, and the sound of the heavy iron door opening was heard, and the smell of rust and engine oil came from the spray, and then the violent barking of dogs sounded not far away, as if someone had fed a wolfdog in the courtyard.

Stumbling all the way, Fenciel was roughly carried and almost half-dragged into the hall. She felt a cold, cylindrical object poking at her skin at the waist, and then she was kicked in the ass, and she fell to the ground, rolling on the concrete floor and sliding some distance.

Fenciel struggled to remove the hood, and as soon as he looked up, he saw a dignified man in a suit sitting on a huge Taishi chair in the dilapidated factory, his face cold and covered with swords, axes and traces of time, behind him, more than a dozen grim men wearing sunglasses with their hands behind their backs, displayed in two rows of solemn and quiet.

Fenciel was kicked just enough to reach the man's feet, his head almost level with the man's ankle. She looked up, and the man lifted his foot and slammed Fincher's head down to the ground:

"Introduce yourself, Miss Fencil Najib. Steve or you can call me a ghoul, but it doesn't really matter.

My subordinates have a bad temper, and I'm sorry that Miss Najib has been wronged along the way.

But inviting Miss Najib over today actually has some things to deal with with Miss Najib......

Or do you remember a guy named Liu Qiang? Oh, by the way, I'm his boss......"

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Time rewinds to ninety minutes ago.

Griffith drove almost out of Queenstown, he was on the radio, listening to some road news, all the news of traffic restrictions, traffic jams.

But time was spinning, and the time for the plane to take off was getting closer, and the news of the delay of the Queenstown airport came on the radio.

At this time, Griffith had actually driven two or three hundred kilometers away from Queenstown, and because he had been descending all the way down the mountain, he was not bothered by the dense fog, but only a little bit of fog.

Hearing the traffic radio about Queenstown's foggy and delayed flights, Griffith lamented bad luck at the time, then turned around and drove back to Queenstown.

In fact, with Griffith's rich experience, it is not difficult to imagine that after the flight is delayed, the isolated Fencil is likely to do something stupid, so he first dialed the phone of Hua Ye, preparing to let the old man who is still in Queenstown help take care of the target during the window period of Griffith's arrival.

But before the phone was dialed, Hua Ye's shout came from the other end of the phone, "Miss Zhen baby, where are you going, help me untie the handcuffs...... Hey, I'm telling you to get rid of this damn whip and candle for me......

Griffith's face was full of black lines to cut off the phone, he had already realized that he was a villain who did all kinds of evil in the past, and almost everyone was condemned.

But he never knew he had that hobby...... Scold! Leather Whip Candle ......

The sedan roared through the snowy night with its high beams on its headlights, and Griffith took forty minutes to get back to the airport in Queenstown, where he lost sight of Fincher.

Griffith held his forehead and looked a little helpless, he was indifferent to the lives and deaths of others, this indifference may have been the reason why he had left early, or he felt that the overall situation did not need to be delayed here.

But in any case, the unexpected happened, and Fincier was recaptured.

With Griffith's lazy personality, things take a turn at this point, and he may simply abandon the task and give up the cause and effect point. The price paid by Fincier's mother is tempting, but Victor, the soul acolyte, is not easy to get along with, and although he is greedy and dark, it is not his character to die for money.

However, after Griffith was reborn, he felt the so-called family affection and friendship between humans in the Ji family, or he was immersed in this atmosphere for too long or he was unwilling to wake up from this kind of bubble of playing house.

"Do your best to obey the destiny of God, well, I really have an idea......"

The big demon pinched his chin and muttered to himself, listening to his tone, but finally decided to complete the task.

"A bowl of lo mein for a life, no matter how you think about it, it should be enough to repay the favor."

At this time, Griffith is not sure that Fincil has met with accidents or fallen into the wrong hands.

He had lived countless years, and he had always been methodical, so he relocked Fenciel's position with reverse thinking.