Originally to the southeast of Kanfen, next to the highway.

Inside the white van truck, through the lens of the high-altitude drone, I saw my teammates being harvested, and the remaining three were shocked and sad.

I never expected death to come so quickly.

The seven-person squad turned into a three-person squad in the blink of an eye, and the living did not dare to stay longer, so they started the car and left.

Fifteen minutes later, the nearest patrolling police officer arrived.

Breaking into a farm with a gun and being killed by the farm guards is equivalent to - death in vain.

There is no dispute, no appearance, no explanation, no compensation.

Not only did there be no consequences, but the police also helped clean up the scene and make the ground clean again.

At the same time, Higgins, who was near the Yamen in Los Angeles County, learned that the second assassination had failed.

This made him realize that Zhang Jing was deliberately fishing, and no matter how many people he went, he would be sent to death.

This drives him crazy!

decided to send people to Area D and Wang Ting, in anticipation of kidnapping Jennifer, Zhou Manmiao, Liang Jieshu, and Wang Sisi.

Sending people to these two places requires waiting for a visa, which can take as little as a week, as slow as a month, and may be denied.

After waiting for a week or two, the Marquis de Dilian's family doesn't know how many people will die.

What's worse is that members of the Marquis Dilian family are being hunted and killed everywhere.

At this moment, five people have already died as a result of the deliberate attack.

All of this happened within 32 hours, Jack. Zhang's decisiveness and execution ability made him feel a chill down his spine and a huge pressure.

After careful consideration, Higgins called the head of the house, Delian. Gailey.

6:30 a.m.

Dilian with sparse hair. Gailey personally called Zhang Jing.

"Jack, I'm Delian. Galli, now head of the Marquis de Illén's family," Dielen. Gailey's tone was kind, "I throw in the towel, and the war stops."

Zhang Jing didn't expect Di Lian. Galli would have called him personally, and that was the Marquis.

Thinking for a second, only for a second, Zhang Jing said maliciously, "Let Higgins jump from the downtown building first, and then talk."

"Jack. Zhang," Di Lian. On the other side of the phone, Galli reminded, "Be a man of proportion!"

"Huh!" Zhang Jing wanted to scold, "Either you jump by yourself and the grudge will end."

"One hundred million pounds," Delian said. Galli gritted his teeth on the other side of the phone, "The feud is over."

can't look at Zhang Jing is always hundreds of millions of dollars coming and going, a small goal of a pound is definitely big money, and it belongs to sincerity.

But Dilian. Gailey was not the first old fritter Zhang Jing encountered, he had already guessed his other intention, and bargained vigorously:

"The Marquess of Dylian owns the Port of Brighton;

In the suburbs, next to the River Thames, there is a 500-acre plot of land and an estate, and I want both."

"You know that clearly!" Di Lian. The hatred in Gailey's heart had solidified into substance.

He wanted to buy Zhang Jing's AT by force, but he didn't expect the other party to rob his property in turn. Look at the book

What is it called?

Robbers meet robbers, with tears in their eyes?

"Yes," Delian. Gailey pretended to think for three seconds and agreed, "Let your people stop."

Obviously, Dilian. Gailey didn't let Zhang Jingfu plan, so he didn't set a trap on the phone.

"This won't work," Zhang Jing politely refused, "unless the transaction is completed first."

Seeing that his procrastination was recognized, Delian. Gailey gave up his disguise and scolded directly, "Jack. Zhang, I'll make you regret being born!"

Listen to Dilian. Gailey's bold words, Zhang Jing was not surprised at all, nor surprised.

Because the moment he let old Dai Jin go out to bite people, he didn't expect to reconcile with the Dilian family.

Even if he promises to reconcile, he must insist on doing the right thing until the core personnel of the Dilian clan are dead.

It's not Zhang Jingbad, the responsibility is all on Di Lian. Galli.

'If you don't sell it today, you will send it tomorrow.

There is no need for more contact, no need for more understanding, in a word, this is a heavily evil family.

With a firm thought in his heart, Zhang Jing's tone was flat, but he secretly said with murderous aura, "If it weren't for the restriction on leaving the country, I would go to London to talk to you about life in person."

Break up unhappily and hang up the phone.

In order to let Zhang Jing come to London, Di Lian. Gailey began to move up and down, trying to get Zhang Jing's departure order from the Ministry of Commerce of the League District.

In this case, he just needs to wait for work and find a way to kill Zhang Jing in London.

The sooner Zhang Jing died, the sooner the war ended. Gailey worked hard.

Zhang Jing can probably guess Di Lian. Galli would help and drive out of the abandoned villa, intending to get some good food for himself in the cowshed.

Passing by the reservoir, by the way, take out the camouflaged leaves of the black char wood that has been filled with finished camouflage.

In the living area, there are more than 20 houses, including employee apartments, dining kitchens, agricultural machinery warehouses, oil depots and so on.

All of them are built around a cobblestone yard of about 800 square meters.

It's like a dot, spreading outward.

There were only five people in the warehouse-style cafeteria, Mike's African-American wife, Liz, and three mixed-race children.

The big ones are in junior high school, and the little ones are in elementary school.

The personal secretary Barbie is also there, and the five of them are having breakfast.

After a brief greeting, Zhang Jing went to the kitchen to find food.

In the kitchen, which is similar to an industrial style and is all stainless steel, Zhang Jing went straight to the large horizontal refrigerator and found the beef balls from it.

Defrost in the microwave, boil the noodles in hot water, and peel three cloves of garlic.

Breakfast.

Holding a noodle bowl, Zhang Jing sat at a round table with Barbie and Leeds' families.

"Boss, how did you sleep in the abandoned villa last night?" Barbie didn't know that there had been a shootout at the abandoned villa two hours earlier.

"It's very strong," Zhang Jing said in a good mood, "I have been sick again, and I can't sleep in bed."

For a long time, Zhang Jing thought that he might have a nervous breakdown.

At the beginning, sleeping in the horse shed, sleeping in the warehouse feed room, and sleeping on the floor felt very fragrant and reassuring.

Sleeping in a large bed can cause insomnia.

Later, it was changed to hugging a girlfriend.

When your girlfriend isn't around, you hug smart beans, or other sons and daughters.

In this way, you can sleep soundly in bed.

Now that a group of pro-sons and daughters have been lost, Zhang Jing feels that his neurasthenia has been committed again.

Barbie didn't know that Zhang Jing had a nervous breakdown, but he had a special hobby, "No wonder you never think about decorating it."

"If it is renovated," Zhang Jing complained as he chewed the beef balls, "the property tax will be very high."

Many times, Zhang Jing hated that the property tax in the league district was not friendly to the rich.

Too expensive.

A house with an appraised value of 10 million yuan, paying 30+ years of property tax, can buy a set.

In 60 or 70 years, you can buy two more sets.

The same is true for a house of 1 million meters.

Property tax is like an invisible whip, spurring everyone to have a job and savings, and if you want to lie flat, you can only be a vagrant.

I don't want to lose my house, I don't have a rural area to go back to, so I can only die.

Therefore, the people of the league area are very envious of the D area in this matter.

What's more, Zhang Jingben is a pragmatic person.

Think about the hard days before, the hard times when you caught a mosquito and licked it.... Distracted, Hua, who was in his pocket, began to vibrate for his mobile phone.