"Want to run? It's late! Wu Dong said to the killer father and son who were hurriedly going downstairs. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Look for death!" The teenage killer quickly pulled out his pistol with a muffler on his body and fired three shots directly at him.

Wu Dong's arm waved quickly, grabbed the three bullets that shot at him in his hand, and then spread out his palm, and when the killer father and son saw it in horror, the palm flipped, and the crisp sound of the collision between the bullet and the floor tile came out, like a heavy hammer, and knocked on the killer father and son's heart.

The depressing atmosphere made the killer father and son breathless, and the middle-aged killer, who had been holding back for a long time, spit out three words with difficulty: "You won!" ”

"This little guy broke the glass in my house just now, right? You don't try? Wu Dong looked at the middle-aged man with a smile.

"Who's the little one? I'm eighteen years old! ”

"At a good age, if you don't learn, learn from others to be killers?" Wu Dong asked rhetorically.

"Don't be complacent, it's my first time, if I have a few more experiences..."

"Shut up!" The middle-aged killer shouted at his son, but he was worried that he would anger the perverted youth in front of him, and make things that had room for maneuver out of control, and the love was deep and the responsibility was keen!

"It's a pity! Pity! You basically don't have that chance anymore! After Wu Dong finished speaking, he said to the two: "Put away your things and follow me!" I have something to ask you, and if the answer satisfies me, I don't mind letting you go! ”

"Don't try to run, and don't fantasize about sneaking up on me behind my back, you can try!" The head will not float back a word.

Wu Dong was in front, and the killer father and son followed like puppets and walked towards the Kyushu Building.

When he came to his house on the ninth floor, looking at the three daughters who were cleaning the glass shards all over the floor, Wu Dong talked to them roughly, and then led the killer father and son into a study.

Wu Dong, who was sitting on the chair, pointed to the two chairs not far from him and said to the killer father and son in front of him: "Feel free to sit!" ”

"Thank you!" The middle-aged killer, who was accustomed to parting with life and death, and had experienced many deaths in his life, was not polite, so he immediately chose the nearest chair and sat down, and the young killer also sat in another chair.

"I want to ask you something!"

"Please!" The middle-aged killer immediately responded, knowing in his heart the situation of his father and son at this time.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Ren Jie, and this is my son Ren Long!" The middle-aged killer confessed the names of his father and son.

"Look at your body, and the way you walk, you should be very good, why don't you resist?" Wu Dong asked curiously.

"It's a pity that you're not an ordinary person!" Ren Jie laughed bitterly at himself, and began to involuntarily recall his years of military experience and the scenes of learning various martial arts.

"You must be a killer organization! What is a killer organization? Don't try to lie, my methods can sometimes feel cruel, weigh yourself! ”

"We are from the hand of death!"

"Is there such a killer organization? How did I not know? Wu Dong asked rhetorically.

Ren Jie wanted to laugh at Wu Dong's ignorance, but thinking about the current situation of his father and son, he didn't dare to show it, so he had to immediately say: "Yes, the world's number one killer group is now the hand of our god of death!" ”

"What is your position in the hands of the Grim Reaper? Judging by your temperament, the position should not be low, right? Wu Dong smiled and continued to ask.

"My father is the leader of the Hand of Death, and those who know each other should let us go quickly, otherwise..." Ren Long arrogantly couldn't wait to speak.

"Shut up!" Ren Jie shouted angrily at his son, and complained a little in his heart that he didn't speak through his brain.

"Interesting! Interesting! Hehe" Wu Dong smiled, took out his mobile phone and dialed the number of Kunhe in the Golden Triangle.

"Boss!" Kun He said respectfully after picking up the phone.

"Kunhe, I want to ask you something, is the world's number one killer group called the Hand of Death?"

"Yes! Boss, did they provoke you? I think they're looking for death! Kun He immediately thought that the boss should catch the killer sent by the Hand of Death, and his mind immediately came to mind when his boss swept away the Vultures and their thousands of armies with guns.

"Hmm!" Wu Dong responded, and then continued to ask, "How much money do you think the leader of the Hand of Death has?" ”

"The leader of the Hand of Death must have tens of billions of dollars! After all, they are the number one killer group in the world, and for every assassination mission, as the leader, they can take 10% of the commission, and they are definitely an invisible rich! ”

"Okay, that's it, if you can't solve something, call me again!" Wu Dong hung up the phone, and then smiled at Ren Jie: "Hehe! Looks like you're still a rich man! ”

"Don't dare, don't dare!" Ren Jie touched the cold sweat on his head, and knew that he had to break the fortune to avoid disaster, otherwise his father and son would definitely not be able to escape this catastrophe!

At the same time, Ren Jie realized that the man in front of him was definitely not a simple character, first of all, his martial arts were beyond the imagination of ordinary people, and secondly, his power must not be simple, otherwise why did Kunhe, the overlord of the Golden Triangle, call him the boss?

"Do you think you need to compensate me and my family for mental damages when you come to assassinate me, and if the glass is broken, you have to pay some money?"

"Yes! Be! How much do you need, you say a word! Ren Jie nodded repeatedly.

"Just two billion dollars!"

"What? Why don't you grab it? Ren Long immediately jumped up.

"Isn't this a robbery?"

"I agree, do I need to transfer money immediately?" Ren Jie didn't dare to refute, and immediately responded.

"Not busy! You say, "If I let you go, do you have to buy your life with some money?" ”

"You just say your terms!" Ren Jie was weak and a little resigned.

"Look at the two of you, if you die in my hands, the money you keep is useless, it's all for me, as long as you live, you can make a comeback!" Wu Dongyin said with a smile.

"Let's transfer money!" Ren Jie exhaled a long breath and agreed.

"Slowly, in line with the principle of fair trade and no bullying, it is only natural for me to ask you to take this money, but I still have one more thing to ask you!" Wu Dong's words lifted the hearts of Ren Jie's father and son again.

"Please!"

"Who issued the mission to assassinate me in the hands of your Grim Reaper, this should be clear to you!"

"But the killer world has the principle of killers, taking people's money and eliminating disasters with people! Don't give away the information of the person who posted the task! Ren Jie hesitated.

"What kind of bullshit principle, people need principles only to live, people are dying, what do you care about him? Do the dead still have principles? Don't you want to think about yourself, do you want your son to die young? Wu Dong threatened directly.

Looking at the middle-aged and still thinking about it, Wu Dong continued: "Can't you find an excuse, anyway, I just need evidence, what kind of excuse can't I find in this era?" You can say that it was hacked, you can say that it was revealed by the staff, and you can also say that the enemy of the mission publisher revealed it.."

"Okay!" Ren Jie slumped in his chair like mud.

"In that case, all I need is your general possessions! The other half should be used as the cost of buying messages, and transfer it! After Wu Dong finished speaking, he handed the laptop on the table to Ren Jie.

Ren Jie operated on the computer for a while, and then Wu Dong heard the sound of the message sent on the mobile phone, took it out and opened it, counted it carefully, and found that there were nearly 18 billion US dollars more on the account.

"You go first! Bring me the evidence I need, and I'll release your son when the time comes!" Wu Dong said.

Ren Jie staggered away from the Kyushu Building.

"Boy, let's go to dinner, don't see you lose weight when you come to pick you up, and say that I abuse the teenager!" After Wu Dong finished speaking, he took the young man to the living room.

PS: The first chapter is presented, look forward to the follow-up! Let's count the votes first, the more votes the more powerful the writing!