Chapter 107: Adding Oil to the Fire (I)

It wasn't until Gu Weisu's words confirming safety came from the earphones that Tang Guoming forcefully tore off the camouflage hood on his head and let out a long sigh: "It seems that Potova is quite happy?" ”

Also pulling off the camouflage hood on his head, Halbara rubbed his cheek vigorously: "He won't be happy in a while." The chip contained a transparent hose that was only a little thicker than a human hair, and if he did a further detailed test, the hose would be burned through by the highly corrosive liquid it contained. When he saw smoke start to smoke all over the chip......"

Obviously proud of his magic transformation skills, Halbara grimaced and couldn't help but whistle in his mouth.

Listening to the long tune of the Inner Mongolia grassland blown out by Halbara with a whistle, Tang Guoming nodded slightly to the tune and beat the beat, but at the same time, he reached out and took out a military-grade portable computer from the storage box in the car, and nodded at Sun Zhao on the computer screen: "Everything goes well!" ”

Still looking like he hadn't woken up, the focus of Sun Zhao's eyes was obviously not on the camera of the computer connected to Tang Guoming: "I've sent out ninety-five emails, plus the video and audio materials you just sent back through the tiny camera in the car, in an hour, the entire Tavi Peninsula will know that Potowa has a gadget worth at least four million euros!" ”

Nodding slightly, Tang Guoming responded: "What about our goal?" ”

Tapping on the keyboard quickly, Sun Zhao replied lazily: "After the information spreads, if Franklin. . . If Benson wasn't that stupid, then he should have had people go everywhere to find Potois right away. My estimated time is ...... Ninety minutes later. ”

Laughing, Halbara shouted: "When Potoir discovers that the thing in his hand is fake, and there are countless people on the Tawi Peninsula whose eyes are fixed on the chicken ribs in his hand, it is natural that he is in great need of a pick-up man who carries the black pot for him - chief, what do you think of Franklin. How much money will Benson pay for the scrap item in Potova's hands? ”

Almost in unison, Tang Guoming and Sun Zhao responded in unison: "He won't give out a dime!" ”

Nodding to each other very sympathetically, Sun Zhao stretched hard: "The next thing, it's your turn to set Potovaga on fire!" I'll rest for a few hours - the force of the medicine Fu Xiaofei gave me is too great, and I'm still groggy ......"

Muttering to himself, Sun Zhao unceremoniously cut off the communication. But after a while, he connected to Tang Guoming's communication again, and whispered with a little annoyance: "The strength of the medicine is really too great, I actually forgot it...... I looked it up, Franklin. Benson must have a huge funding gap, so he looks like crazy to make money everywhere to fill that hole. According to the available information, within two days, the probability of him appearing here is more than 90%! ”

Naturally, without asking Sun Zhao how he got his judgment, Tang Guoming looked at the location marked on the map sent by Sun Zhao, and frowned suddenly: "It seems that Franklin. Benson meets a big creditor he can't afford to offend? Otherwise, based on his personality and background, he doesn't seem to be the kind of person who pays attention to business reputation and personal reputation? Can't afford to use real money to make a name for yourself? ”

Stretching his waist again, Sun Zhao muttered in response: "The left and right are just demolishing the east wall and making up the west wall...... The financier behind him may not be able to become a creditor.... I got a phone number to get direct access to Franklin. Benson. If you're not busy, you can call now."

Almost at the same time that Tang Guoming was in contact with Sun Zhao, in a basement in Tawi City, Franklin. Benson was also facing a military-grade laptop, and the fierce appearance that used to hang on his face like a signboard was long gone.

Stared coldly at Franklin. Benson deliberately took care of the extremely awkward and respectful look, and a middle-aged white man who looked obviously fat snorted very arrogantly and said, "You want to tell me that the money that you are responsible for laundering specifically for the construction of the permanent base on the Tawi Peninsula is not under your control now?" ”

Although he wanted to hide it, looking at the cold face of the middle-aged white man who had already made a fortune, Franklin. Benson could only nod stiffly: "It's out...... A little bit of a technical flaw, but I've ......"

A finger was raised suddenly, and the arrogance and coldness on the face of the middle-aged white man did not change in the slightest, but the threat in his voice was already obvious: "I don't need any explanation!" Within a week, I have to see the numbers on my books, and I have to make sure that there are no flaws in the way they come from! ”

As soon as the words fell, the middle-aged white man, who had already made a fortune, had already cut off the communication on his own.

Slowly closing the laptop, Franklin. After sitting for a few seconds, Benson stood up abruptly, pulled out a large-caliber pistol pinned to his waist, and pulled the trigger on a pile of wooden boxes in the corner!

In the midst of the deafening gunfire, the empty wooden boxes stacked together had been punched by several huge holes in the high-powered pistol bullets. Pieces of wood were scattered in all directions, and even splashed on several armed men standing in the other corner of the basement.

Taking a big breath of air with the smell of gunpowder, Franklin. Benson stared at the several sailors tied up in another corner of the basement with blood-red eyes, all dressed as white: "It seems that your shipping company doesn't care so much about your lives?" ”

looked at Franklin with a hideous look on his face in horror. Benson, a few white men dressed as sailors involuntarily huddled together and scrambled towards Franklin. Benson shouted, "The company will pay the ransom, definitely!" ”

"We have purchased marine shipping practitioner insurance, and even the money paid by the insurance company is enough to pay our ransom! But we need a little more time......"

"Please, I have a wife and two children, and they all depend on me to support ......"

I grabbed a DV, Franklin. Benson grabbed the DV in one hand and pointed the camera at several white seafarers huddled together, and in the other hand grabbed another large-caliber self-defense pistol resting on the table in front of him: "Okay...... Give you a chance to let your financiers know where you are now, and then pay quickly! ”

Nodding his head hurriedly, a white seaman who looked like a small boss suddenly leaned in front of the DV on his knees and anxiously shouted into the DV camera: "I'm Mels, I'm ...... now"

I didn't have the other to say, Franklin. Benson jerked his hand up and aimed his gun at Myers, who was kneeling in front of the DV, and pulled the trigger hard. In the midst of the explosion of gunfire, the high-powered pistol bullet easily reduced Myers's knee into a blur of flesh. The scattered blood and broken bones quickly filled the entire basement with a strong smell of blood!

Unceremoniously pointed the DV camera close to Myers, who had fainted in pain, Franklin. Benson opened his voice and roared, "Two hours! Every two hours, there will be an extra hole in the hostage's body! It's up to you to pay or let the world see your attitude towards your employees! ”

Turned off DV with ease, Franklin. Benson raised his hand and threw the DV at the armed man standing next to him: "Send this video to the shipping company that these guys belong to!" Keep an eye on the ransom account and notify me as soon as the money arrives! What about the Chinese? Are they starting to work together? ”

Shaking his head with some weakness, the armed man who took over the DV replied in a low voice: "They still refuse to cooperate, I think they are not even afraid of death, but more concerned about their money?" ”

With a sly smile, he grabbed the large-caliber self-defense pistol in his hand, Franklin. Benson strode towards the basement exit: "Then get me another DV!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the mobile phone carried by an armed man standing by the basement door suddenly rang. Moments after answering the call, the armed man standing by the door looked at Franklin with a strange expression. Benson: "You're looking for Franklin. Mr. Benson? ”