Jinling, known as the four major furnaces, is still hot even in September, making people speechless.

A light rain continued intermittently from the evening until the early hours of the morning, not only did it not bring coolness, but it made the weather more and more muggy.

In a remote area on the northeastern outskirts of Jinling by the Yangtze River, patches of wasteland overgrown with weeds are almost surrounded by a two-person high wall.

Land enclosure is the most common means in the real estate industry.

Regardless of whether it is commercial land or residential land, if there is a relationship to find a relationship and a money that does not matter, first circle the land.

After three or five years, you don't really have to build any factories or communities, and when you sell them, that's money, big money!

Don't look at the market entrance in this area is far less good than the land near Xinshengwei Port, but the market entrance almost means that the price is cheap.

Not to mention that once the first and second phases of the Xinshengwei Port project have produced enough benefits, not to mention the third and fourth phases, the fifth phase can always be turned.

Anyway, there is no cost to the wasteland there, and it is enough to let people inspect it every once in a while.

There are even many stingy guys, except for building a ring wall to prevent their land from being occupied by local farmers to grow vegetables, and they don't even bother to tear down the houses inside.

It's just that the outer part is demolished, and the inner part is still deserted there.

If this were to be placed on the outskirts of the city, it would inevitably become a gathering place for wanderers and some people who could not see it.

But this place is too remote, there is no village in front of it, there is no shop in the back, and at night it is eerie except for wild beasts, I am afraid that only ghosts will come.

But in fact, it's not just ghosts, it's people.

In the deep darkness of the night, where the fingers of the hands were barely visible, a ghostly figure easily climbed over a high wall full of wind and rain marks.

After turning around, I quietly came to the outside of a farm compound hidden among many half-demolished ruins.

After a few inconspicuous frog chirps, the figure walked into the courtyard, where the wall had fallen more than halfway.

"I'm back, I'm fine." After entering the house in the compound in the dark, Wei Zhanpeng said.

"It's fine." As a slightly hoarse voice sounded, a man stepped out of the dark room.

"It's okay, I'll go down first, and I'll come back and eat for you." Wei Zhanpeng, who nodded, said.

"There you go."

With that, the man who had just come out disappeared into the darkness again, as if he had never appeared.

It didn't take long for Wei Zhanpeng to follow an inconspicuous-looking place to the cellar of this farmhouse.

"It's me." Wei Zhanpeng, who had just walked down the stairs, said.

"Uncle, you're back." Some silly voices came to mind.

patted the big nephew's head and put aside the night vision device that he had taken off before, Wei Zhanpeng smiled:

"Dabao, you're hungry, go, get something to eat yourself."

As he spoke, the Lord handed over the backpack he had hidden under his raincoat, but there was a sad look in his eyes.

"Oh." The stupid Zhao Dabao didn't know what politeness was, so he took the huge mountaineering bag that was almost half a person high and walked to the side and got busy.

Looking at the back with a large skeleton but a thin body, and the action of making a supper, Wei Zhanpeng couldn't help but sigh secretly.

Walking to the innermost door of the cellar, Wei Zhanpeng knocked on it with a bit of rhythm and said:

"Old Five, open the door."

"Squeak!" With a bang, the wooden door, which had obviously been removed from the outside and had been installed, opened.

In the dim light, a short, lean man stood in the door, holding a loaded UMP.45 in his hand.

Not far behind him were two iron cages made of steel bars, each containing a dog and a man.

"How's the wind outside?" Sun Aiguo, who let people in, asked.

Walking to the two iron cages, looking at the one person and one dog who were both in a coma, Wei Aiguo said:

"There is no movement in the other party's house, and the possibility of being found is not high."

"It's only been two days, so it's not surprising with our arrangement." Sun Aiguo, who carried the UMP.45 in his hand behind him, nodded and said.

"Hmm." Wei Zhanpeng, who nodded, said again:

"I said over there, the boss has already set off after receiving the news, and it will arrive in these two days at the latest."

"Then I'm relieved."

Just as the two were talking, a flight at Lukou Airport in Jinling landed smoothly.

It didn't take long for an Asian man to board a bus from the airport and head towards the city.

When he arrived in Jiangning, the Asian man got off the bus with a few passengers, and then quickly disappeared into the silence of the night.

Ten minutes later, a Mitsubishi Pajero without a license plate rushed along the ring road in the direction of Xinshengwei Port.

Halfway through, the Mitsubishi Pajero was replaced by a Toyota Domineering, and then GMC, Chevrolet, and other brands of SUVs.

When they approached the new polder port, they simply changed to a road racing motorcycle, and became a racing enthusiast who likes to pursue speed and excitement in the middle of the night and is rushing to the meeting place.

"This should be it."

Liu Muang, who threw the motorcycle back into the game space, stood in the shadows and looked at it with his mobile phone before disappearing into the night.

Nearly half an hour later, Liu Muang, who was wearing a night vision device, came to the outside of the farmhouse compound.

When the recorded croaking of frogs rang out from the phone, the courtyard was as dead silent as the ruins around it.

"It's me, Uncle Wei." Looking at the light spot on the heartbeat sensor in his hand, Liu Muang said softly.

"Come in."

After the familiar voice sounded, it didn't take long for Liu Muang to come to the cellar.

"It's Hu Zhiqiang outside, this is Zhao Dabao, and he's Sun Aiguo." Pointing to the two people beside him, Wei Zhanpeng introduced.

"Uncle Sun, Dabao, hello." Nodding at the two, Liu Muang greeted.

"Now is not the time to say hello, go inside, the goods are inside."

Wei Zhanpeng, who gestured for a while, let the people into the room where the people and dogs were locked up, and he and Sun Aiguo stayed outside.

A few minutes later, Yang Haitao, who had been in a coma, slowly woke up.

The long-term injection of drugs and the lack of food and water to compensate for the lack of food and water made this rich generation with a net worth of tens of millions very weak.

"This ...... Here it is...... Where is it......" Yang Haitao, who barely opened his hazy eyes, looked around and said weakly.

"This is your hell, my heaven." Liu Muang, who sat in front of the cage with a small bench, said with a smile.

"You?" Yang Haitao, who subconsciously looked at that face, remembered who the person in front of him was after a while.

Combined with his current situation, the whole person was shocked!

"It's you! What do you want? As the frightened emotions continued to emerge, Yang Haitao's eyes widened and he said inwardly:

"This ...... It's a crime! You...... You have to think about it. ”

After receiving the news, he immediately packed his body, appeared in Hong Kong as quickly as possible, and then transferred to Jinling.

Along the way, Liu Muang's mood was in a strange state, like an undercurrent of turbulent sea......

seems to be calm, but in fact, there are endless murderous intentions.

"Breaking the law? You don't break the law if you commit murder against a dog? Looking at the other party's face and resisting the urge to shoot a few shots on it, Liu Muang smiled.

"I ...... I don't have ...... Intentional! Yang Haitao, whose face was full of regret, struggled to move his body and said:

"And, I ...... I also lost money, eight ...... 800,000. ”

"Same ...... For the same thing, people will pay for it...... Lose 90,000. ”

"Oh? So, I should thank you for your generosity? Looking at the flash of resentment in the other party's eyes, Liu Muang sneered.

"You put ...... Leave me alone, I'll give you another money! Yang Haitao, who was extremely weak, continued to work hard for survival:

"A million...... No, no...... Ten million, as long as you let me go, it's all yours. ”

"Ten million? The price is ok. After looking the embarrassed other party up and down, Liu Muang said jokingly:

"The question is do you have that much cash, and even if you do, how can I get it safely?"

"Can you give me some water first, I'm dying of thirst." Swallowing his throat dryly, Yang Haitao said.

Faced with this request, Liu Muang did not refuse, turned around and took a 500ml package of glucose injection from the table next to him and threw it into the iron cage.

Ignoring that this packet of glucose was for injection, Yang Haitao weakly tore it with his hands for a while, and finally barely bit open the bag with his teeth before swallowing it in a big gulp.

Since he suddenly made a fortune, Yang Haitao, who enjoys a life of drunkenness and gold fans, found for the first time that a pack of the most ordinary glucose injection would be so delicious.

Patiently waiting for the other party to lick the last drop of glucose injection, Liu Muang said with a smile:

"Then, you can choose to cooperate honestly and satisfy me as much as possible."

"Of course, you can also play some tricks and find a way to get out and then come back to me for trouble."

"Believe me, I'd love to see you choose the latter option."

"I have money in a Swiss bank, and I can transfer it directly online, and no one will know." Yang Haitao, who made the right choice in an instant, hurriedly said.

……

Regarding the protagonist's delay for so long to take revenge, Gentle would like to explain.

It's not that the protagonist is incapable of revenge, it's just what to do after revenge.

The parents were seriously injured and the crippled were crippled, and it was cool to kill them immediately, but what about after the cool?

A friend proposed to use Javelin anti-tank missiles directly, but what about after the fight?

That's right, it's just a novel, you can do whatever you want.

But gentleness always goes into it when writing, and gentleness is more inclined to plan and act before taking revenge overnight.

So, please don't dwell on this issue anymore, thank you.