"President, we've got the hole in place." Confidant.

"Yes." Zheng Million nodded, very satisfied, looked back at the tightly blocked hole, and waved his fat hand: "Let's go!" ”

The voice fell.

"Boom!" Bang!

It's like slow motion on a movie.

I saw dazzling firelight bursting out of the gap between the obstacles at the entrance of the cave, and a lot of smoke came out, and the smell of gunpowder smoke was in my nose.

In the violent explosion, the obstacles were torn apart, mixed with debris, and flew upside down like a rain of mud and stones.

The two henchmen who were lagging behind bore the brunt, and they were smashed right by the sudden rain of mud and rocks, and the mess almost buried them alive.

"President, beware!"

The nearest henchman was quick-eyed, and hurriedly threw Zheng Million to the ground, dodging the attack of the mud and stone rain.

Another henchman held M1911A1 pistol in both hands, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed at the mouth of the smoke-emitting hole, as if facing a great enemy.

Cold sweat was dripping from his forehead, his legs and stomach were trembling involuntarily, and even the Adam's apple was rolling subconsciously, and he was extremely nervous.

Suddenly—

A round object flew out of the hole and threw it directly at his feet.

"Goo-dong!" One shot, two more bullets!

By the light of the street lamp not far away, take a closer look-

Immediately he was devastated, and cried out:

"Melon! Lie down! ”

He threw himself to the ground in desperation, his hands clutching his head, his head almost buried in the dirt.

It is completely incomprehensible how the killer has brought in so many arms entrainments.

Zheng Million and another henchman just wanted to get up, but when they heard that there was another melon, they hurriedly lay on the ground again and continued to "raise the corpse".

However......

"Guys, is it very comfortable on the ground, do you like to lie on the ground so much? Still pouting your ass so high? I don't have any special hobbies. ”

The Ghost King Mask joked, swaggered out, bent down and bowed his head, picked up the melon, put it in his left hand, and tossed it one by one.

The eyes in the mask's hole were full of playful light.

It turned out that this melon did not pull out the pull tab at all.

"What?!"

There was a wave of humiliation in the hearts of several people.

The henchman who was being teased was the first to react, grabbed the M1911A1 pistol in hand, fell to the ground, and tried to shoot at the initiator.

And yet—

"Click, click, click!"

The Mini-Uzi in Liu Jianming's right hand was the first to fire.

"Puff puff!"

Blood splattered, and the henchman screamed and was beaten into a sieve.

The rest are shocked!

"Hmmm......"

A henchman who was buried under the rain of mud and rocks groaned, but because the posture of being buried was a little wrong, he struggled slightly.

"Click, click, click!"

After the crisp sound of the Mini-Uzi's shooting, the guy also turned into a blood sieve, and followed in the footsteps of the upstairs.

"Don't shoot! Don't shoot! ”

Zheng Million, the old fat man, begged for mercy, raised his hands above his head, made a gesture of surrender, and shouted:

"There's something to say, there's something to say!"

"Huh!"

A mocking laugh came from under the Ghost King's mask.

He played with melons in his left hand and walked up to him with a Mini-Uzi in his right hand, looked down at him condescendingly, and asked, "You are Zheng Million, President Zheng?" ”

"It's me! It's me! Zheng Million hurriedly admitted, nodding his head like a chicken pecking rice.

"This guy wearing the mask of the ghost king is so poisonous, he didn't kill me right away, there must still be a possibility of negotiation." Zheng Wanxin said, he clenched his hands into fists, made a begging gesture, raised his head and said:

"Brother, as long as you let me go, all the $10 million in this box will be yours."

He opened the cash drawer, revealing a wad of brand new bills and the intoxicating smell of printing.

He knelt on the ground, holding the cash box in both hands, holding it above his head, kneeling and begging the Ghost King Mask to smile.

"Huh!"

The Ghost King Mask smiled, he really admired Zheng Million, an old fat man, who was able to climb to such a high position, and was able to put down his body and beg for help, he was really a person who did great things.

"My employer is bidding 10 million dollars to kill you, and you still take the same amount and ask me to let you go? Do you think I'm stupid? Or are you stupid? The Ghost King asked with a smile.

"No, no, no...... Your Excellency, you misunderstood what I meant. Zheng Million hurriedly said: "Ten million is just a meeting gift to make a friend." If you promise to help me kill your employer, I'll pay double as much as $20 million! $10 million deposit, can be prepaid. ”

“……”

The Ghost King Mask was silent, and seemed a little tempted.

When Zheng Million saw Youmen, he immediately saw the donkey under the slope and took out a check book, wrote a check deposit of 10 million US dollars on the spot, put it in the cash box, and held it at the foot of the ghost king's mask.

"Your Excellency, dare to ask if your employer is He Changqing?" Zheng Million lowered his head and asked cautiously.

“……”

The Ghost King Mask was silent for a moment, and then said, "The rules of our business are not to reveal the name of the employer. ”

"That's the bastard!" Zheng Million said in his heart, although the Ghost King Mask did not admit it verbally, but with some of his details, he could guess it just by guessing.

He has been working hard for most of his life, and he has eaten more salt than most people have ever eaten, and many things can be guessed without being explicitly stated.

"He Changqing, that bastard, wanted to buy my life for just $10 million! Lao Tzu's life is worthless. It's a pity that such a powerful killer is definitely more than this price, that bastard is too stingy, and he is destined to regret it for the rest of his life! Zheng Wanxin said.

"Help me kill He Changqing, a total of 30 million US dollars is all yours, and I will also give you Zheng's enterprise high-level VIP commemorative coins."

He pulled out another beautifully minted platinum coin, rested it on top of the dollar in the cash box, and pressed it against the surface of the check.

This kind of high-V commemorative coin can not be bought with money, and you can enjoy the supreme service in any club under Zheng's Enterprise.

It's something that a lot of upper-class people dream of.

Although the platinum on the surface of the coin is gold-plated, according to the high price of 10 million US dollars per gram of platinum (platinum in this world is extremely rare, please do not link it to the real world, and it will not be redundant in the future), the cost of this coin alone is expensive.

He silently put the coin away and snatched Zheng Million's check book and pen.

Just when Zheng Million thought that he was not greedy enough and wanted to fill in more money, the other party returned the written account book.

The Ghost King Mask looked at the check ledger and said to Zheng Million: "Send the files of He Changqing and his important subordinates to this email address." ”

After he finished, "Bang! With a thud he closed the cash box, took ten million dollars in cash and a check of equal value, and walked away from here, disappearing into the night.

(ps: Thank you for the "Little Fish of Wushui" thousand rewards, thank you for the reward of "Meow Boss" 2,000 coins, thank you for the support of the two old irons, and add a chicken leg tonight to express your gratitude.) ）