The screenwriter looked back at me.

"Who are you?" He asked, stunned for a moment.

"You are the screenwriter of Director Tang's crew, I've been waiting for you for a long time." I quickly stretched out my hand and said.

He shook my hand hesitantly, and then asked, "What are you waiting for me to do?" ”

"I'd like to talk to you about joining the group." I said flatteringly.

“…… Enter the group, then you should find Director Tang. The screenwriter replied casually.

"It's almost bad, it's hard to see Director Tang, hehe."

I grinned, took out 10,000 yuan from my pocket, stuffed it directly into his hand, and then said, "Let's get in the car and talk for a while, big brother." ”

The screenwriter was stunned for a moment with the money, hesitated, and thought about hanging it, so he said: "Let's talk about it later, you come later, I don't have time now." ”

I saw that this B had a big appetite, and it wasn't worth 10,000 yuan, so I reached out and put it on his neck casually.

"What are you doing?" The screenwriter took a small step back.

"Smack."

I took out a murder weapon from my trouser pocket, put it directly on his stomach, hugged my neck and asked with a smile: "Do you know what this is, it's called a change cone, and the cowhide can be pierced, what effect do you think it can be to prick you." ”

"Who the are you?" The screenwriter was stunned and pushed me directly.

"Don't fight back, I've been squatting for a night, and my temper is not very good." I persuaded kindly.

"Fuck off, B."

"."

"Poof, poof, poof."

I grabbed the cone at the base of his thigh and stabbed it three times without warning, and blood came out.

"Look, you have to force me to sin, so let's talk about it." I asked, frowning.

“……。” The screenwriter looked at me and didn't know what to say.

"Come, return the 10,000 yuan props to me, hey, you're very smart, just don't be fooled, aren't you ,......。"

I chatted with him and dragged him to the gL8 and drove away.

……

Inside the car.

"Knock, knock."

Jin Beibei and Lao Xian, you punched me and beat the screenwriter with one punch.

“…… Because of what, I'm treasonous. Exercise. You. Milk. Milky. The old immortal asked.

"Big brother, because of money, because of money." The screenwriter had already softened and replied with his head covered.

"Boom."

"Because of the money, what are you sleeping with a little girl, and you even took pictures." The old fairy punched the screenwriter's face and continued to ask.

"Big brother, I didn't sleep with me."

"Smack."

"It's not you who sleeps, what are you doing with other people's photos."

"Big brother, he gave it to me."

"Boom."

"Here you go, you want it."

“…… Brother, what you ask is reasonable, don't fight, you can do whatever you want me to do. "The screenwriter was completely convinced.

Ten minutes later, the car stopped on the side of the road.

"Who's in the hands of the picture?" I asked back.

“…… Tang Dynasty... Tang Botu..., damn, this stupid B, I just said let him not make trouble, his father is not easy to provoke, he just doesn't believe it, foreign people are stupid,. He. Mother. Target. The screenwriter clutched his thighs and returned.

"Give you five minutes to think about it, you find a way to transfer Tang Botu out, and you have to get the video." I said with a frown.

"In less than five minutes, I said that her mother would take 100,000 yuan to change the photo, and I would change it, and he would definitely be able to come over." The screenwriter said without hesitation.

"You can't play with me, can you?" I asked, licking my lips.

"Big brother, Tang Botu and I have interests in exchange, we are not friends, I don't have to carry it for him." The screenwriter said quickly.

"yes, I don't think you're stupid either."

I nodded, indicating that he could call.

"Toot toot."

The screenwriter dialed Tang Botu's mobile phone.

"Hello, my friend." Tang Botu picked up the phone.

"Oh, Don, where are you?" The screenwriter asked.

"I'm having lunch with my beautiful old body."

Tang Botu said nonsense, at this moment, he has already got the last remittance, and he is in the rented studio, packing up cash and luxury jewelry, and the USB flash drive of the noisy photos is also in it, but he is ready to destroy it, because he is ready to leave today.

"That's the kind of Don, blessed by the great Muhammad, the troublesome mother just called me and said that she was willing to pay 100,000 yuan to buy back the photo." The screenwriter said unearthly.

As soon as Tang Botu heard this, his greedy little eyes suddenly lit up, and then he said: "You know Li, I am a director, and it is not appropriate to show my face in public...... ”

When the editor heard this, he immediately scolded the grass mud horse, and then said with a smile: "I'm a screenwriter, so I don't have a question." ”

"Lee, you're really a good helper for me."

"Come over and deliver a USB flash drive, Don." The screenwriter asked.

"Save a negative."

"I think that 100,000 yuan has arrived, there is an old Chinese saying, it is better not to provoke him." The screenwriter said euphemistically.

"Well, I believe you, Lee."

Lao Xian immediately took out his mobile phone and typed an address in the column of editing the text message, and the screenwriter read it along, and then the two hung up the phone.

"Do you think he can come?" I asked the screenwriter.

"When he heard that there was money to be made, he would definitely come, and this B raised it as if he had been poor for eight lifetimes, and the geese not only plucked their feathers, but also plucked Jb's feathers." The screenwriter said firmly.

"Okay, let's go."

……

The other end.

In a café outside Jinding KTV, pineapple and two middle-aged people sat facing each other.

"You have a case to solve." The middle-aged man asked.

"It's not that I have a case, it's someone else who has a case." Pineapple replied.

"What a case." One of the middle-aged men asked.

"I don't know." Pineapple thought for a moment and replied.

"Are you teasing me? I don't know what you're calling us for. The middle-aged man frowned and replied.

"But there must be something wrong with him, five people, four young people, one old, who was in our field some time ago." Pineapple licked her lips and replied.

“…… How do you know they have a case on them. The middle-aged man thought for a moment and continued to ask.

"They rent a house, and they all use someone else's, and you say there is no case." Pineapple asked rhetorically.

The two middle-aged men were suddenly silent.

"They applied for the job, and it has nothing to do with the field." Pineapple added.

"Can you find these guys?" Another middle-aged man also asked.

"I can now, I don't know after a while, I won't tell you, we are a little conflicted, I ordered him not for money, but for anger." Pineapple said slowly.

"What are they called?"

"One of them is called Xiangnan, and the other is called Li Hao, and the others don't know, oh, they are from the Northeast, it seems to be from Heilongjiang, about twenty years old, about one meter seven or eight to the south, and Li Hao is about one meter eight." Pineapple thought back for a moment and said.

"Okay, let's go back and check, next time you get it right, call us again, it's nothing, don't bother us." The two policemen said a word, then got up and left.

Pineapple sat in place, grinned, and then paid and left.

……

The other end.

I drove to a park in the suburbs and started waiting.

Tang Botu did not take a taxi directly to the agreed place, but got off one kilometer early, and then thought for a while, cunningly untied the belt and stuffed it into the trash can outside the park, where all his family property was.

After getting this, he walked into the park, and they all said that black people were stupid, but Tang Botu seemed to be genetically mutated, extremely shady and cautious, and after he entered the park, he first called the screenwriter.

"You've arrived, I'll be waiting here." The screenwriter asked.

"You know Li, the traffic in Beijing is like the anus of an old man who is nearly fifty years old. The door is as convenient. Secret, I'm still on my way. Tang Botu stood in the corner of the park, observing the surroundings and said.

"Oh, well, how long are you going to have to go."

"Ten minutes."

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

With that, the two hung up the phone, and then I asked the screenwriter, "Where has he been?" ”

"He said there was a traffic jam and he would be able to come in 10 minutes."

"You go and wait for him under the stone statue by yourself, don't play tricks, there are five of us, you dare to run, catch and break your legs." I said quickly.

"Understood, understood." The screenwriter nodded repeatedly.

"Let's go down."

Li Hao opened the car door, the screenwriter covered his thighs, got off gL8, and then walked in the direction of the stone statue, Tang Botu, who was sitting in the park, swept around twice, and happened to see him, and after seeing that the screenwriter was alone, he immediately grinned, took the phone, and was about to go over.

And on our side, after the screenwriter got off the car, Li Hao, Han Dayan, Jin Beibei, and Lao Xian also had to go down to block a few exits, because the terrain here was complicated, and the appointment was too partial, and Tang Botu would definitely not come, so he could only be arrested here.

Li Hao and Han Dayan separated after getting out of the car, and Lao Xian and Jin Beibei didn't know at the moment that Tang Botu had arrived, and when he saw the screenwriter limping towards the stone statue, Jin Beibei frowned and shouted: "Don't limp and block some pants," ”

"Don't shout." The old immortal scolded Jin Beibei.

"There's blood on his pants, don't you see it." Jin Beibei replied.

"Huh."

Tang Botu, who was about to walk to the screenwriter's side, instantly turned his head and looked over.

"You have something to text him and say, don't shout ......." The old fairy just wanted to teach Jin Beibei a lesson, lowered his head and lit a cigarette, and as soon as he looked up at random, he saw a black creature running towards the flower bed at the edge of the park at a very fast speed.

"Fuck, why is this person so familiar, oops, no, Haozi, Haozi, here, ran to you." The old fairy directly threw away the cigarette he had just lit, and chased after him.

"Whoosh!"

Li Hao went around to the outside of the flower bed, shook off his two thighs, and blocked it directly.

And Han Dayan walked over from the opposite direction.

"Damn, the Chinese are so immoral, forgot the time to earn money on me, no." Tang Botu cursed viciously, and instead of running in the direction of the trash can where the money was placed, he rushed to a small road.

Around the park, a battle to annihilate the black crooks was completely launched,