Chapter 1189: Narrow Roads, the Strong Win (2)

Yoko Honda has something to do with it, and it is very likely that she is here to answer those documents.

However, there are no documents in the box, so those documents must still be in Dragon City.

……

Tang Mo raised his voice.

"Ziqian!"

Wen Ziqian pushed open the door and rushed in as soon as possible.

"Mr. President!"

Tang Moshen pushed away the chair and stood up.

"You go for a drive!"

"Where are you going?"

"Gu family!"

Wen Ziqian took out his mobile phone from his body, "I'll arrange it immediately!" ”

Now, Tang Moshen has become the president, and every time he travels, he naturally has to be carefully protected, especially in this critical period.

His security work is naturally becoming more and more important.

"Wait!"

Tang Moshen walked around the desk and stood in front of him.

"You drive, just the two of us."

There are many people, it is easy to leak the news, and the movement is too loud, and the other party is likely to be alert first.

With this blow, he was going to catch Gu Donglan off guard.

Moreover, if things really change, only him and Wen Ziqian are convenient to act.

"What do you mean...... Shall we go quietly? ”

Wen Ziqian has been by his side for many years, so he naturally understands his style of work.

Tang Moshen nodded and groaned slightly.

"Tell Siping to get ready, you wait for me at the street corner."

"Good!"

With a promise, Wen Ziqian strode out of his office, put away the documents on the desk, locked them in the cabinet, and carefully tidied up the computers and the like on the desk.

Pull open the drawer, pull out the gun from under the papers, and stuff it into your waist.

Stepping downstairs, he walked through the hall seemingly uneventful.

When the staff saw him, they all saluted politely.

"Secretary Wen."

"You haven't slept so late?"

"Go out and meet a friend."

"Can I arrange a car for you?" The guard asked hurriedly.

"No, I'll just drive myself."

Smiling at the other party, he shook his car keys and walked down the steps, walked to the parking lot, drove his car out of the presidential palace gate.

Upstairs.

Tang Moshen walked out of the office and went up to the bedroom, the door was closed and the curtains were opened.

Changing into a set of clothes that are easy to move around, the man turned off the lights and touched the terrace, neatly climbing down the railing.

Silently landing like a cat on the grass upstairs, he stooped down and took advantage of the cover of night into the garden, and soon disappeared into the night.

Everything, God didn't know it, even the security guards patrolling downstairs didn't know that they wanted to protect Mr. President, and they had quietly left the presidential palace at this time.

Wen Ziqian drove the car out of the door, walked out of the street two or three streets, and made sure that no one was following, so he turned right and turned into a small road.

came back with seven twists and turns, rushed to the intersection outside the presidential palace that he had made an appointment with Tang Moshen, and parked the car on the side of the road.

A figure flashed in the shadows on the side of the road, and in the next moment, a person had pulled the car door and sat in the back seat.

"Drive!"

Tang Moshen ordered in a low voice in the back seat, and the car immediately merged into the driveway and drove towards the villa community where Gu Donglan lived.

According to Tang Moshen's instructions, Wen Ziqian briefly negotiated with the security guards and drove the car into the gate of the community.

Seeing that the villa in front of him was the villa where Gu Donglan lived, Wen Ziqian slowed down the car, took out a pistol from the back waist, and handed it to the back seat.

"You take it with you, just in case."

Tang Moshen didn't go to pick up the gun.

"I don't need to!"

Wen Ziqian had no choice but to put it away and stuff it back into himself.