Chapter One Thousand and Sixty-Nine: The Wind Is Tight

Click, click, with the sound of high heels, I saw Lin Wei walking in angrily with a bag.

Looking at Wu Hao, who was sitting in the living room, he couldn't help but throw his bag over and said with a look of annoyance: "What the hell is going on, I was in the middle of an event, and I was sent home by a group of people, what happened." ”

Wu Hao smiled and waved his hand, and the security personnel behind Lin Wei understood, and then retreated.

When Lin Wei saw his smile, she walked over and sat down angrily.

Seeing this, Wu Hao smiled and comforted: "Okay, they are also thinking about your safety." In the past two days, you can stay at home and rest, and the company will temporarily let the vice president be in charge, but it really doesn't work, you can work remotely. ”

"What's wrong, it's serious." Lin Wei turned her head to Wu Hao and asked. Wu Hao told her before that she should pay attention to her safety in the past few days and strengthen her security force.

But today, suddenly a group of people picked her up from the event and escorted her home. While she was annoyed, she couldn't help but worry.

Wu Hao shook his head: "It's not serious, it's just for the sake of our safety, so we have to pay attention to it these days to prevent the enemy from jumping off the wall in a hurry." ”

Hearing Wu Hao say this, Lin Wei also nodded and calmed down: "I'll call my parents when I turn around and ask them to pay attention these days." ”

Okay, Wu Hao nodded and smiled. Generally speaking, even if the enemy dog jumps over the wall in a hurry, it will not implicate Lin Wei's parents, no matter how noticed, it is still necessary to pay a little attention.

Of course, there are also Wu Hao's family, he also made arrangements and preparations to ensure that nothing goes wrong.

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A small noodle restaurant on the corner of Anxi Street, with three or four tables, a few scattered diners, and a busy shop owner.

This is the most common fly restaurant in the streets and alleys of Anxi, and it is only visited by low-level workers and some old diners from the neighborhood who come to find their taste.

"Boss, let's have a bowl of dry mix."

A middle-aged man with a scruffy beard walked in, took out a bowl from the sterilizer very skillfully, and poured himself a bowl of noodle soup.

The shopkeeper glanced at the man and got busy.

And the middle-aged man with a scruffy beard found a table and sat down, then took out a pack of tissues from his bag and wiped the table very carefully. Then he lined the table with a new paper towel and began to peel the garlic.

Among the northern pasta, garlic is an indispensable tool. The so-called eating noodles without garlic has half the taste, and basically every local who likes to eat noodles will peel a few halves of garlic for themselves.

"Your noodles are ready, use them slowly." The shopkeeper put his face in front of the middle-aged man with a scruffy beard.

"Okay, thank you." The man put the chopsticks on the bowl aside, then picked up the vinegar and poured some on the noodles, and then, took out a cutlery box from his bag, took out a pair of stainless steel chopsticks from it, and ate it.

The boss glanced at the strange man and said nothing.

As a burst of music played, the bearded middle-aged man pulled out a somewhat worn fruit phone from his bag and answered it.

"Hey!"

On the phone, a woman's voice came immediately: "I'm Blue Bird, the target has taken my girlfriend home and strengthened the security force." ”

When the bearded middle-aged man heard this, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and then he whispered: "Good job, keep up the good work, wait for my news." ”

Immediately, the middle-aged man with a scruffy beard hung up the phone, and then ate noodles with his head bored.

After eating the noodles in three or two, the middle-aged man with a scruffy beard wiped the chopsticks with a wet paper towel and put them in his bag, and then wiped the edge of the bowl with a paper towel, and then got up and took out the money and handed it to the boss.

"Hey, scan the code, I don't have change here." The shopkeeper looked at the brand-new fifty handed over by the bearded middle-aged man, and couldn't help frowning.

"I don't have any money in my phone." The middle-aged man with a scruffy beard said apologetically.

When the shopkeeper heard this, he looked at the middle-aged man with a scruffy beard, then took the money and began to take out the money box to make change.

"Nowadays, everyone pays with their mobile phones, and not many people use change. Well, it's looking for your money. ”

Seeing the shopkeeper hand over the crumpled money, the middle-aged man with a scruffy beard hesitated for a moment, but took it anyway, then put it in his bag and strode out.

When he came to a place where no one was around, he looked around, then took out his old fruit phone and dialed a number.

"Hey, Hound Dog, it's me, let's get ready and wait for my news."

"Yes, I'll get everyone ready right away." A very strong man put down his mobile phone, and then said to the seven or eight people in the room: "The vulture is calling, let's prepare and wait for his news." ”

"So, it's time to act?" A young man playing with a butterfly knife next to him asked.

"It's long overdue to act, I've been suffocated in the house for the past few days, and I'm about to suffocate to death." The somewhat fat middle-aged man on the other side grumbled.

"That's right, you won't even let me find fun, I'm in a hurry."

……

A group of people in the room began to complain and vent.

"Quiet!" The hound frowned and looked at these people and reprimanded, "Anyone who is not satisfied and waits to see the vulture to tell him." ”

Hearing the words of the hound, the people who were still grumbling suddenly fell silent, and several of them showed a look of fear. It seems that vultures must be a terrifying presence in their hearts.

And the young man who was holding a computer to surf the Internet, tidying up and dressing up a little demonic, said at this time: "The wind in Anxi has been a little tight these days, and I am afraid that it will be dangerous to move at this time." ”

"There's nothing wrong with us that isn't dangerous." The young man playing with the butterfly knife said with some disdain.

The hound frowned when he heard this, then looked at the demonic young man and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"I don't know, intuition!

And it can be seen that this Haoyu Technology Company and Wu Hao have found out that something is wrong and is on guard. It's a bit unwise to do it again at this time. The demonic young man said.

The hound nodded and did not speak, but lit a cigarette and sat down, looked at the people in the room and said, "You all know how a vulture wins people, and those who go against his will will will not end well.

The command we receive is to do what he commands, and that cannot be disobeyed. ”

"Damn, no, I ended him first. I don't believe it, so many of us can't kill him. "The brawny man who was fiddling with a pistol, loaded on hang-up, fired.

"What are you doing, calm down!" Seeing this, the hound couldn't help but reprimand: "Is the vulture so easy to deal with, so many people have not helped him for more than ten years."

And it's easy to deal with him, but after dealing with it, what will we do, what will our family do? ”