SMS informed Captain David to sail the survey vessel "Buwei" to the Solomon Sea.

The next thing is to force/force working hours, Zhang Jing figured it out, since he can't resist, then work hard to do his job well.

Just as Zhang Jing was making a noise, Hu Shiqin and Chen Yujun flew to Los Angeles and then rented a car to Barstow.

Barstow is a small town about 160 kilometers northeast of Los Angeles, which is about 160 kilometers from Las Vegas. Hu's body was found locally.

Therefore, Lao Dai Jin forced Hu Shiqin and Chen Yujun's cars to stop at the same time and in the same area, and kidnapped the two strongly.

This slapped the local sheriff's face with a bang, mainly an accident, I didn't expect someone to be so bold!

Old Dai Jin was skilled, went around in a big circle, changed cars twice halfway, and brought people back to Kanfen Farm at three o'clock in the morning.

All of this was designed in advance by the elder Dakkin and Mike, one in Los Angeles, the other in Melbourne, one to make hooks, and the other to grasp Hu Shiqin's whereabouts and flight information clearly.

Zhang Jing didn't know that his employees were so good, in short, he was very good, and Aher was now obedient and willing to send information.

The next day, the warm sun was shining outside the hotel window, and the bed was snow-white.

Habitually turning on the phone, old Dai Jin sent a message in yesterday.

The message consists of a string of numbers called "012356539748" and a phrase "happy horse".

We all know that sheriffs often use codes among themselves, such as: 187 for homicide, 207 for kidnapping, etc.

Some things can't be said directly in the mobile phone, so Zhang Jing and Lao Daikin also use codes.

For example, 012356539748, a string of ordinary numbers, represents the meaning: task completed.

"Happy Horse" stands for "Scam Farm".

Bidding farewell to the still sleepy Ahler, Zhang Jing left the hotel and drove through the old downtown area of Los Angeles, all the way to the west, with a large rural landscape in the background.

Three hours later, I returned to Kanfen Farm and saw Old Dai Jin at the southeast gate.

"Where's the people?" Zhang Jing looked at Old Dai Jin with hot eyes and asked.

"In the basement of the ruined villa, their phones have been lost in the lake," said Old Dakkin as he handed a note to Zhang Jing, "This is the safe account provided by Greens."

After taking the note, Zhang Jing met two "guests" in the basement of the cleaned ruined villa.

Sixty-year-old Hu Shiqin and fifty-seven-year-old Chen Yujun. Z.br>

Zhang Jing looked at the guests, and the guests who were tied up were also looking at Zhang Jing.

"Who are you?" Hu Shiqin, who had a smooth forehead and a hair similar to that of a Han girl, looked at Zhang Jing angrily and asked.

Zhang Jing looked around the back-to-back Hu couple and introduced himself, "I am an insignificant, dare to love and hate, and have revenge - a thing."

"Revenge?" Fifty-seven-year-old, slightly chubby, short-haired, glasses-wearing, and looking like a Han girl, Chen Yujun grasped the point, "We didn't sin you."

"You didn't offend me," Zhang Jing stopped in front of Chen Yujun, "but someone provoked me, who do you guess this person is?"

Neither of them was stupid, and it immediately became clear that it was their third son, who had died.

Chen Yujun hated Zhang Jing in his heart, but he pretended to be confused and said, "There must be a misunderstanding here, we are willing to be ruined and avoid disasters."

"Bankrupt?" Zhang Jing's interest was high, and his eyes turned into a coin symbol, "How much money do you have?"

The husband and wife remained silent at the same time, and it was obvious that Zhang Jing belonged to the kind that could not be fed.

"Ten million meters," Hu Shiqin took the initiative to speak after a while, "You promised to let us go, and we can transfer the money immediately."

"Thinking too much," Zhang Jing came to Hu Shiqin and hit the core, "You can't get out of this basement alive."

There was a great terror between life and death, and Hu Shiqin struggled violently, "There is no life and death enmity between us, there is no need for you to persecute our husband and wife!"

Looking at the husband and wife, Zhang Jing suddenly understood one thing, Hu

Shi Qin risked going to prison, and fought hard to make money under the reputation of a Han girl.

is definitely not willing to give away the money easily.

However, the wicked have their own wicked grinding, and Zhang Jing is the one - the most evil person!

"I want all your cash," Zhang Jing drew the line, "after you die, no more people will be injured."

Hu Shiqin and Chen Yujun didn't want to die, so they naturally refused to compromise easily, or they didn't want to die if they didn't see the Yellow River.

Zhang Jing is also unambiguous, Mike is still in Melbourne, let him get up and work.

It's midnight in Melbourne and Mike is resting in a motel.

Receive the text message, confirm the content of the message, delete the text message, then get out of bed and drive out of the motel.

The target is the previously identified 161 Brighton More Avenue in Victoria.

The artist was bold, and Mike set off almost empty-handed.

As luck would have it, less than five kilometers away, Mike was stopped by a late-night patrol police car.

"Good evening sir," Mike asked the patrolman with his hands on the steering wheel, "have I broken the law?"

"Yes," the patrol sheriff, a fat white man, said, "Your left tail light is not on, please show your driver's license and travel/driving license."

Mike handed out his driver's license and used car dealership/license.

It's easy to see that Mike is from Citigroup and has just bought a second-hand car.

"Tourists?" The white fat sheriff asked.

"Yes," Mike nodded, "I didn't know a used car dealer was selling me a problematic used car."

"No problem," the fat sheriff said as he returned his driver's license and drive/driving license to Mike, "and have a nice time in Melbourne."

Mike handed him a boxed doughnut in the center console, "Good luck with your work, too."

The fat sheriff looked left and right, and there was no one around, and he happily accepted it.

The whole process was calm, and Mike continued to set off towards the target location, arriving at the place half an hour later.

161 Brighton More Avenue is a single-family villa next to the sea, with a driveway leading to the marina.

The night was dark and the wind was high, and the waves were undulating, so Mike parked the car in the middle of nowhere and walked about 50 meters to the side of Manor 161.

It is a large estate of about 4,500 square meters and, like many traditional estates, has beautifully landscaped gardens and rolling lawns with a swimming pool, tennis court and butler's cottage.

With such a large area, Mike easily entered the interior of the estate.

Temporarily hidden behind a perennial holly tree, Mike, who had done a lot of bad things in the service, habitually wore gloves and painted on his face before doing bad things.

Because face recognition is too good, in recent years, before doing bad things, you have to stick the earlobe to the root of the back of the ear, which is also a kind of keeping pace with the times.

Walking in the blind spot of surveillance, Mike climbed to the second floor of the main house of the manor with his bare hands.

In front of you is a corridor with thick carpets on the floor and artwork and paintings on the walls on either side.

As on the outside, this family belongs to the super rich people.

With this in mind, Mike took a few steps forward and gently pushed open the door closest to him.