When Ba Song got out of the car, he saw that the restaurant had been surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside, and there were tourists pointing at him.

It's nothing more than horror that there was a shootout!

I heard that a lot of people died inside.

Ba Song came to the scene surrounded by several high-level officials.

Tsk tsk... Appalling!

There were at least more than 10 corpses inside, Nikun was lying on the table, bleeding from the corners of his mouth, full of disbelief, and he didn't believe that Serre had betrayed himself until he died, why? Why the hell!

And Mary was even worse, with at least more than twenty rounds on her body, which were all sunken!

"More than two hundred rounds of shells were found at the scene, most of them 9mm rounds, and the initial prediction was that of an Ingram light submachine gun." Someone next to him reported to him, "And the deceased is Nikun, and the main members of his group." ”

Ba Song already knew who the deceased was, so didn't the buyer and seller know what was being sold?

It's just that the others don't know, and they have to pretend to be surprised, frowning, "Black eats black rush?" ”

"It's very likely."

Ba Song tightened his brows, and scolded the person in charge of the Chao Phraya River area next to him, "In your jurisdiction, you didn't even react, do you have a toilet on your head?" ”

The person in charge was in a cold sweat and only promised.

"Check me, why did he come here, who did he contact before coming, find out for me, how many cases is this? If you don't want to do it, get back to me. Ba Song scolded his mother with a black face, turned to leave, and there happened to be a reporter outside who knew him, and immediately knew that this was a big news, and rushed to hand over the microphone.

"Mr. Basong, who is the deceased?"

"Mr. Ba Song, what do you think about the successive shootings?"

"Ba Song..."

…

Ba Song didn't say anything, got into the car with a gloomy face, and left everyone else behind, just him and the driver in the car.

This time, as soon as the door closed, oh no, the air was much quieter, but the facial expression still had to be stiff, and I couldn't laugh!

Actors are not stars, but politicians, and the self-cultivation of actors is not just written by Stanislavsky, this industry began when there was a hierarchy of human beings.

Ba Song hides the excitement of the mind very well.

After driving out and bypassing a corner, he raised his head, looked at himself reflected in the reflector, his face was full of red light, and he was flying with confidence, took out his mobile phone, and called Tang Dao.

As soon as the other party answered, Ba Song smiled and said, "Tang, thank you very much for your support of our work. ”

"I'm sorry." Tang Dao's voice was elongated, "I don't know what you're talking about. ”

“？？ Didn't you do it? Mukun they died. Ba Song asked.

Tang Dao said seriously, "No, I don't know, but it should be my staff who saw him and called the police, you know, we remember the criminals clearly, and abiding by the law is the right way, but he is really dead?" It's impossible, isn't it so bad now? ”

Ba Song's face darkened, this bastard obviously wanted to clean up the behavior inside, and he didn't admit it!

Didn't you say that you want the other party to make a big report? How to play now? Could it be that the report is based on an insider? Damn, this bastard must have gotten more benefit in there, and he can't afford that.

Ba Song's guess was accurate.

Tang Dao got 270 million US dollars! This money is too eye-catching, this person can see the greasy inside at a glance, and the plan that was originally intended to be rendered by public opinion was also vetoed by him, and he didn't plan to stay here for a long time, so there was not much need.

This money actually made Tang Dao's capital chain much more sufficient.

What could be more grounded than having money in hand?

"Hey, hey, hey..."Ba Song shouted a few times, the other party had already hung up the phone, he was a little on fire now, how did he seem to have become a firefighter? And it was a one-time thing, which made Ba Song feel very tired, slammed the mobile phone on the seat, and scolded Falk.

On the other end, Tang Dao threw the phone to Ma Zai in a chic manner, holding a cigar in his right hand, and clasped Searle, "You are the most tired this time, I won't let you work hard in vain." With a snap of his fingers, Liccock placed the black suitcase he was carrying on the table and opened it with both hands.

Inside are stacks of green coins.

"It's all yours." Tang Dao crossed Erlang's legs and smiled, "There are 800,000 US dollars here, your luck." ”

He doesn't like to eat alone, but he will take 500,000 for 270 million US dollars, of course, Tang has his own ideas, no one will dislike money, right? But if you let Searle know that he has so much, he may not have any other ideas, so this 500,000 is just right.

Sure enough, there was a glint in Serge's eyes, and he couldn't move away.

Tang Dao likes people who have ideas about money, if they are not interested in money, then what are they interested in? Right, ideal?

He patted Searle on the shoulder and stood up, "Okay, don't bother you, I'll go first." ”

"I... I'll send you. Searle hurriedly withdrew his eyes and said quickly.

"No, just look at them."

Tang Dao pointed to the suitcase, Nasser's face was red, but he still sent the other party out, and waved his hand reluctantly after getting into the car, and after the car ran away, he ran back with a scream, and couldn't help but pick up a stack of money inside, and then threw it in the air, very excited, but he suddenly seemed to hear something, ticking very crisp and secret, panting suspiciously, and looked at the box left and right.

After Tang Dao got into the car, he asked the driver to find a direction, drove out for about forty or fifty meters, and then stopped, opened the window, held a cigar, squinted, looked at his watch, and just walked to the hour, boom, and then a mushroom cloud came out from the place where Searle was not far away, and a flame suddenly burst up.

"Alright, it's over, let's go." Tang Dao threw the cigar out of the window, closed the window and said.

He had a small bomb placed under the box beforehand, about the size of a telephone board, fixed and fixed as soon as someone moved the money on it.

This 270 million US dollars is too much, even if anyone knows about it, Tang Dao can be regarded as benevolent to him, and he sent him on the road with 500,000 yuan, this scene should be grand enough, and even the cemetery may be saved.

"Boss, the ticket for the night is booked." The little angel sitting in the co-pilot said to Tang Dao.

Tang Dao nodded, "What about the others?" ”

"It's all chartered."

This place can't stay for a long time, it was supposed to come to do business, but this business didn't work, but it killed the buyer, of course, it didn't mean that there was nothing, at least the next working capital was earned.

Tang Dao answered, picked up a copy of "Les Miserables" in the car, and he liked the famous quotes on it.

"Human wisdom holds three keys, one to open the numbers, one to open the letters, and one to open the notes. Knowledge, thoughts, fantasies are in it. "But Tang Dao always felt that there should be a sentence added to this, you can turn on the money mode! Krypton gold, charge money, your life will be whatever you want. (Respect the law!) Respect others! ）。

Or maybe another sentence: "You should believe that you are the strong man in life." ”

This must have been said by a rich man.

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