Chu Zihan didn't go with Su Lei.

The company has become a mess, and there is no backbone for fear that there will be a big problem.

Only then did the fierce man tell Chu Zihan the truth.

"Mr. Chu, it's not that Chen Mo doesn't want to come, he went in."

Tsai carefully explained the cause and effect of the matter, and Chu Zihan frowned.

"Why didn't you say it just now?"

"Miss Su is very affectionate, I'm afraid that I won't leave if I say Miss Su."

Chu Zihan looked at the fierce man again.

"Thank you, I'll fix this."

Then he left the Flying Harbor and went straight to Hex's headquarters.

After contacting the company's legal department, he learned that Chen Mo's case had been pressed by a big person.

Now it is only 7 days of public security detention.

Chu Zihan was also thinking about who would help a bounty hunter after being surprised.

……

According to Article 17 of the Public Safety Law of Cote City, Chen Mo was sentenced to seven days of public security detention for destroying other people's property and causing adverse social impact.

Chen Mo knew that someone must have helped him in this result, so he did not apply for reconsideration, and directly signed and was admitted to the Kort No. 1 Detention Center that night.

Public security detention is not the same as sentencing, it is an administrative punishment, and the detention center is full of petty theft, fights and brawls.

Taken to the cell by the law enforcement officer, Chen Mo looked at the situation in the cell.

The detention center is not a prison, there are no bunk beds, and they all sleep in large bunks.

A strong man with a nose ring sat cross-legged in the middle of the bunk, someone on either side was pinching his shoulders and beating his back, and with a Hasselblad cigarette roll and a bottle of beer in hand, he must have been the cell boss.

"What's wrong with the newcomer?" The little brother beside the strong man asked.

"Smash the AC building." Chen Mo looked at the man with the nose ring and smiled: "Come on a cigarette." ”

"What the hell?! Are you arrogant? The younger brother stood up and prepared to repair Chen Mo.

"Are you Chen Mo?" The man with the nose ring smiled and kicked the little brother next to him away: "Come up and speak." ”

Chen Mo nodded and went to the side of the man with the nose ring.

"We 6K owe Zheng Qi a personal favor, and he told me to take care of you." The man with the nose ring handed over a cigarette: "But I'm not conceited enough to take care of the famous night owl." ”

"How do you know I'm a night owl?" Chen Mo took the cigarette and asked helplessly.

It seemed that in just a few days, the whole world knew his identity.

"It seems that you don't need the Zha Lang APP, now the whole city knows about your heroic deeds of saving people with Lao Zheng." The man with the nose ring handed over the lighter: "A self-media compiled the story of your rescue into a micro-novel and posted it in the slag wave, and the views exceeded one million." ”

“……”

The cigarette is lit, and the nose ring is silent.

"The old dog is dead."

"Huh?"

Chen Mo was stunned.

He didn't know that it was the old dog who died in the explosion that day.

The old friend I saw a few days ago died so silently, and Chen Mo felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

"You have already avenged the old dog, and the person you killed that day was the murderer of the old dog, so the 6 Klux Klan also owes you a personal favor." The man with the nose ring stretched out his hand: "Qian Wanzhong." ”

Chen Mo stretched out his hand and shook it with him.

The other party is a friend and foe, and you can sleep peacefully.

It was late autumn, and the cement was paved with cold people, but fortunately, Qian Wanzhong had a way, so the law enforcement officer added a few more quilts, and just spent the night, and the next morning, the law enforcement officer brought six new prisoners, except for an old man with a little eye problem, the others were strong men, and they were obviously arranged to come in.

The magistrate closed the door and left, and the cell was as silent as death, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

Qian Wanzhong looked at the visitor a few times and smiled.

"Yin Changfeng sent you here?"

"Pliers, it's so difficult to ask you to do something, how many brothers do you have to go?"

"6K owes this brother a favor."

"Don't care if your mother is unkind, if you take the money, you naturally have to do something."

Looking at the six-pointed star on his face, Chen Mo knew that Qian Wanzhong should be with these people.

Chen Mo jumped off the shop and said, "I'm the person you're looking for." ”

"Nonsense, I've seen your picture, brothers... Burst! Before the leader finished speaking, he was kicked on the stomach by Chen Mo, and white porridge squirted out along his mouth and nostrils.

Breakfast was eaten for nothing.

Chen Mo's move was fast and black, either punching his liver or hitting his cheeks, and in less than thirty seconds, the five of them lay on the ground and couldn't get up.

"It's worthy of being a night owl, I've seen it for a long time." Qian Wanzhong sighed sincerely: "Yesterday, Yin Changfeng sent me a letter asking me to be you, and it happened that Lao Zheng asked me to take care of you, so I ignored the AC group of grandchildren... These brothers are also from the 6 Klux Klan, and they are entrusted by others, and the brothers are merciful. ”

"Well said."

When it was too late, a strong man who was swept to the ground by the whip leg suddenly jumped up and rushed towards Chen Mo, still holding a sharp knife in his hand!

"Be careful!" Qian Wanzhong wanted to push Chen Mo away.

Chen Mo had already noticed it, dodged the dagger, and kicked the old strong man in the back with his strength.

The man was kicked by Chen Mo and lost his center of gravity and fell on the bunk.

I don't know how the dagger folded back, and the blade accidentally plunged into his heart.

Blood spurted out instantly.

Everyone was shocked, only Chen Mo saw the purple light that flashed before the man fell changed the trajectory of the dagger.

He glanced at the old man in the corner.

The iron door opened, and the magistrate rushed in, shouting loudly.

"Squat down! All squat! ”

In the prison, a group of people squatted in the corner with their heads crossed.

A magistrate stepped forward and turned over the strong man who had fallen on the bunk, felt the carotid pulse, looked at the position of the dagger, and shook his head at the leader.

"Who made !!" The law enforcement officer, the team leader, drew his law enforcement stick and his face was cold.

"Report, he fell on his own." Qian Wanzhong stood up and said.

The sheriff glared at him viciously, looked around at the crowd, and asked, "What the hell is going on?" ”

Everyone was busy with Qian Wanzhong.

The law enforcement officer who led the team noticed the old man in the corner, and it seemed that he should be an old man who didn't stand in line.

"You come out, what's the matter?"

The old man stood up tremblingly and pointed to the strong man who was no longer good on the bed: "He committed suicide." ”

Most of the 6 Klux Klan are marginal people, no one is pursuing and no one testifying, and the law enforcement officers are too lazy to pay attention to the life and death of such rotten people.

Carrying away the body, the sheriff left, slamming the iron door shut.

The rest of them were stunned by Chen Mo, and after Qian Wanzhong told him that this was the night owl, they all said that they had eyes and did not know Mount Tai, and asked Chen Mo to forgive him.

Several people came in in a small matter, and they went out the next day, and after a few days, Qian Wanzhong also graduated on the same day.

Before leaving, Chen Mo was left with enough Hasselblad cigarettes for him to smoke.

I don't know if it was intentional, no one came in after the people in the cell left, and the day before Chen Mo was about to be released from prison, only him and the old man were left.

The law enforcement officer who was doing the routine ward rounds left, and Chen Mo threw the old man a cigarette.

The old man's eyes were cloudy, as if they were cataracts, but he firmly grasped the cigarette.

"I know that you killed people, and you didn't frame me, you just wanted to attract my attention." Chen Mo exhaled smoke: "What are you looking for me?" ”

The old man was silent and did not say a word.

There is still half a day to go until graduation, and Chen Mo doesn't want to cause trouble.

The old man didn't say, so he didn't ask.

Early in the morning of the seventh day, the magistrate came to pick up people, and the old man left the prison with Chen Mo.

Retrieving his things, Chen Mo opened his mobile phone, and there were four or five phone messages from fierce people.

probably said that he knew Chen Mo's current situation, and happened to take another job, and he couldn't take care of Zheng Yunhong, so he sent Zheng Yunhong back to Lao Bai to make him feel at ease.

Chen Mo was still relieved to do things, and called Lao Bai to confirm that everything was fine, and Chen Mo was going to visit Zheng Qi.

He and Zheng Qi only had a relationship on a rainy night, but I didn't expect this brother to be quite righteous, I don't know where I heard that I entered the bureau and asked the 6K Party to take care of him.

Zheng Qi had just been replaced with a lung prosthesis and was not discharged from the hospital during the postoperative recuperation stage.

And there are only two companies in Kort City that are qualified to carry out prosthetic implants.

Chen Mo was buying nutritional products on the street, and faintly felt that people behind him were following.

Based on what he has done recently, not to mention that someone is following, it is not surprising that someone assassinated Chen Mo.

casually took a taxi to the city center hospital, and Chen Mo observed the people who were following him from the rearview mirror.

Chen Mo was also a rental, and the other party sat in the back row pressing the brim of his hat, and he couldn't see clearly.

Ignoring it any more, Chen Mo put the saddle down and closed his eyes.

The city center hospital is in the upper city, and there is a 300 bridge toll between the upper and lower cities.

It doesn't sound like a lot of money, but it's almost three days of income for rental, excluding charging fees — and it also requires a guarantee from the rental company's Class A ID card user.

After crossing the Matsuura Bridge, you will officially enter the upper town after paying the bridge toll.

Thousands of skyscrapers reach into the sky, lanes are not flat, and high bridges can be seen between buildings.

Even during the day, the neon on the building has not been extinguished.

The world of steel and concrete separates the colorful neon from the outside world, and a huge energy matrix covering the entire Uptown protects residents from acid rain and other meteorological disasters.

At the intersection, crowds of office workers line up to cross the street, like ants, form the cornerstone of the grand uptown.

The people of the upper city were trapped in the high housing prices, and did not want to go to the lower city to suffer, so they were tired of running for their lives, and their eyes were dull, and they were not as lively as Gori.

Chen Mo yawned.

He didn't like it.

After getting out of the car, Chen Mo carried nutritional products into the underground sidewalk of the city central hospital.

He knew the man was still following him.

Chen Mo stopped and waited quietly.

After a while, the man caught up.

It's an old man in prison.

Chen Mo smiled.

"You're a very interesting person, you don't tell me what to ask you about, and you follow me when you come out."

"I didn't think about it in there."

"Huh?"

"Alzheimer's, also called Alzheimer's." The old man pointed to his head: "I don't have a good memory." ”

"Now remembered?"

The old man nodded: "Talk in a different place." ”

"I'm going to visit a friend first."

When he went to the hospital, Chen Mo didn't see Zheng Qi.

After inquiring, I learned that the medical expenses in Shangcheng were too expensive, and Zheng Qi returned to Gori to continue treatment after the prosthetic rejection reaction was over.

Helpless, Chen Mo followed the old man to find a dimly lit Western restaurant.

The old man ordered a medium-rare steak, specifically indicating that it should not be synthesized, and ordered a bunch of side dishes such as tuna salad.

Chen Mo narrowed his eyes.

"You're a homeplanet?"

"Hmm." The old man did not deny it: "The remnants of the old rabbit." ”

"What's the matter with me?"

The old man looked at Chen Mo.

"You're a good bounty hunter."

Chen Mo didn't make a sound, waiting for the old man's next words.

"I want to hire you." Old man showdown.

"Just place an order directly on the headhunter network."

"My commission is special."

"My fees are expensive."

Chen Mo doesn't sell the old man's face at all.

The old man thought for a moment and took out a metal snuffbox from his pocket.

"This is 200g of high-purity eridium."

"200 grams?" Chen Mo was stunned for a moment, and raised his hand to open the snuffbox.

The purple glow is dazzling.

The eridium metal is divided into small particles, which have a higher market price and better liquidity than the common high-purity erbium.

What the old man said was true.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Mo pushed the snuffbox back.

"That's enough price to hire a bounty team, why did you find me?"

"Only your mission completion rate is 100%, and I can't believe 99%."

"Tricky task?"

The old man unbuttoned his windbreaker, took out the photos one by one and handed them to Chen Mo.

In the photo, there is a middle-aged man with a righteous face, a blonde European and American girl, and two children.

"This is my son, daughter-in-law and grandchildren."

The old man continued to hold the photo.

The photo on the back, with a fixed line of traces, should have been taken by a law enforcement officer.

The European and American girl died tragically, and the two children collapsed in blood with their eyes closed.

The middle-aged man's hair was shaved and suspended in a petri dish, and his life and death were unknown.

"They're all dead."

Chen Mo put away his snuffbox.

"What can I do for you?"

"Revenge." The old man's gaze was as calm as stagnant water.

Chen Mo had seen that kind of gaze.

That's the ultimate in grief and indignation.

"I have thirty kilograms of high-purity eridium in the vault of the Swiss Bank on my home planet, and it is yours to complete the revenge."

Chen Mo's jaw dropped in shock.

What is the concept of 30 kilograms of eridium?!

According to the excellent veins of Baishiling, it takes 180,000 tons of ore to refine 30 kilograms of high-purity neodymium.

The annual mining volume of Baishiling is only about 60 million tons.

Other words... The old man has an annual output of three thousandths of the mining area.

"Thirty, kilograms? Are you sure you're right? Chen Mo was skeptical.

The old man bowed: "There are also 0.7 percent of headhunting shares." ”

Chen Mo was numb.

The market value of headhunting is 100 billion, and 0.7 percent is already astronomical.

With the addition of 30 kilograms of eridium ore, the rough calculation is already a billion.

"Who the hell are you?"

"I was one of the first bounty hunters to join Headhunter.com, but now I'm just a sad father."

"At this price, you can find a group of top mercenaries." Chen Mo really couldn't understand why the old man would find him.

"If you don't complete the task, I only lose 200g of deposit. If you can complete the task, the money will be given to everyone equally. The old man was blunt.

Chen Mo pondered for a moment.

"What do you call it?"

"Ding Shengde, just call me old Dingtou."

“… Mr. Ding, I'll go to the bathroom. ”

"Please."

In the bathroom, Chen Mo poured two handfuls of cold water on his face.

Money is not a truth, but it is definitely one of them.

Chen Mo admits that he is not a person who sees money, but the price quoted by the other party makes him unable to refuse.

With this money, it is enough to live anywhere.

He can even pay full bail and return to his home planet with Lao Bai.

After adjusting his state, Chen Mo wiped the water from his face, left the bathroom and sat back at the table.

"Mr. Ding, I can accept your entrustment and tell me who the murderer is."

Old Ding Tou looked at Chen Mo blankly.

"What commission?"