Uncle hurriedly smiled and said, "I'm sorry, you two, it's really a very big wonton coming soon, right away." ~~ (hand-hitting) ~~ This Mr. Zhao is a regular customer of ours, and he is in a hurry to go to work, so let's eat first. The next one is two. ”

Sun Weiwei was worried about the interview, and now when she heard it, she couldn't help but get even more angry: "Why? There has to be one who comes first and then comes, he is busy with work, and I am also busy with the interview! Why should he eat first?"

Uncle Mai just smiled bitterly, and then kept apologizing, trying to calm the anger of this beautiful girl.

The customer is God, he does a small business, he dare not offend, lest he smash his own signboard, especially this customer is still a note, in case she is provoked, come to a negative report about hygiene or something, his small shop will have to close.

Zhao Rui heard Sun Weiwei say this, so he smiled and pushed the bowl of wontons to the side: "It is true that it should come first and come first, since this is the case, then you can eat this bowl of wontons first." ”

Sun Weiwei looked at the wontons in the bowl, then at Zhao Rui, and couldn't help but stare at her beautiful big eyes, "Do you want me to eat the rest of your food?"

"I'm benevolent and righteous, you don't want to eat yourself, no wonder me, no wonder boss, what about you, it's better to save effort, think about how to interview. Zhao Rui said this, brought the bowl back, and then began to gobble it up as if no one else had it.

Sun Weiwei was robbed by Zhao Rui, so angry that her little nose was almost crooked, she puffed out her cheeks, and she didn't say anything for a long time.

When Uncle Mai saw this formation, he couldn't help but secretly scream bitterly. I thought to myself, how can this Teacher Zhao add fuel to the fire? Isn't this asking for his old life?

He hurriedly used all his skills to appease Sun Weiwei and the cameraman, and at the same time, instructed his waiters to let the kitchen quickly bring up the wontons.

Sun Weiwei glared at Zhao Rui angrily. Bai Hao's forehead was full of black lines, and she was about to fight Zhao Rui to the end, when the tempting fragrance of wontons suddenly floated over and kept drilling into her nose.

She was so hungry that she was very uncooperative and began to grunt like thunder, attracting the attention of the customers of the wonton shop.

Such an embarrassing sudden situation made Sun Weiwei's turbulent momentum suddenly vented. The pink face was also slightly red.

She sat down. Holding the wonton bowl in a bit of depression, he began to eat a lot, and he regarded these wontons as Zhao Rui in his heart, and eliminated them one by one through gritted teeth.

Uncle Mai saw that a turmoil was dissolved invisibly. couldn't help but quietly breathe a sigh of relief and secretly rejoice.

He walked around the wonton shop, greeted the guests, and took a moment to come to Zhao Rui's side and get close to him.

"By the way, Mr. Zhao, there was a murder case in Ziyun Garden, do you know?"

"Yes. I was born in the same building where I lived. Zhao Rui was eating wontons. replied. Now the downstairs is still surrounded by police, and it is difficult to get out. ”

"Yes, Mr. Zhao, did you hear any movement last night?" Uncle Mai's eyes lit up, and he asked with some gossip.

Sun Weiwei doesn't have a good impression of Zhao Rui. I didn't want to deal with it. But now that he heard about the murder, he was born in the residential building where Zhao Rui lived, and he had a little hope in his heart. head, eating wontons in small bites, but the two crystalline ears are erected, not letting go of any information.

The camera next to Sun Weiwei looked at Zhao Rui with some stunned eyes, hoping that he could reveal some valuable clues.

"No, I was so tired yesterday that I slept so deeply that I didn't hear anything. ~~ e t~~ Zhao Rui smiled and said perfunctorily.

The little hope that had just risen in Sun Weiwei's heart immediately burst like a bubble.

At that disappointed moment, Uncle Mai suddenly smiled mysteriously, lowered his voice and said, "However, I heard some rumors!"

"Rumors, what rumors?" Sun Weiwei's mood was like riding a roller coaster, up and down, she couldn't help it anymore, and hurriedly asked.

Uncle Mai glanced at her, smiled, lowered his head, and whispered, "I heard that in addition to a few people who had died last night, there seemed to be a mysterious person with a silver mask who had appeared at the scene. And I've heard that the silver-faced man was the last to leave the scene of the crime. ”

"Who are you listening to?" Zhao Rui was slightly surprised, but he didn't expect that his actions last night were still revealed.

"Lao Qiao is also a resident of Ziyun Garden, the one who is engaged in water conservancy. Come and eat with me this morning

said, however, he got up a little late, just vaguely looked at the silver-faced man, flashing from a distance, but what did the people do, but he didn't know at all, by the way, Lao Qiao should not live very far from you, Mr. Zhao, do you know?"

"I don't know. Zhao Rui put his mind at ease and said lightly, since he didn't see the specific battle process, it doesn't matter, who can be sure that what Lao Qiao said is the truth? What if he is wrong? The third watch got up from the bed in the middle of the night, and it was normal to look away.

However, Sun Weiwei, who was sitting on Zhao Rui's left, showed an interested look.

Although she also feels that this rumor may not be very reliable, it is much better to have clues than no clues.

"Silver-Faced ......"

Sun Weiwei muttered to herself, wrote down the name, and secretly made up her mind that if there was such a person, she would definitely dig out his identity.

Her voice was very small, but Zhao Rui could still hear it clearly.

Zhao Rui was a little funny when he saw Sun Weiwei being so serious, but he didn't care much.

Because, no matter how this internship is traced, if you want to dig out his true identity, it is basically impossible, I think that when I was in Dong'an, the black and white searches of the whole city failed to find out his identity.

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New York, USA, topmost floor of the Empire State Building.

Heller, the president of Dianshen Company, sat in the spacious president's office, drinking whiskey while looking at the vast sea of clouds outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and was in a very good mood.

He likes to have a drink after his work is done to relieve the stress of the day, which is good for his body and mind.

There was not much wine left in the glass, and he was ready to finish it and go home from work.

At this moment, an alert suddenly appeared on his BlackBerry phone, reminding him that an extremely important encrypted email had arrived.

Heller frowned slightly, it was really not a pleasant thing to be disturbed in this kind of leisurely time.

However, he quickly adjusted his mood, forced down the unhappiness in his heart, took out his phone, and prepared to check his email.

As the president of Dianshen, work always comes first.

The email was opened, and Heller read it carefully and quickly, a look on his face that was first shocked, then disappointed, then angry, and finally completely expressionless.

He read the email twice, word by word, and when he was sure he was right, he opened the dark compartment on his desk and pressed a red button.

After a while, the wall on the left side of the president's office silently sliced to both sides, and Peter, the chief engineer of the Warhammer Project of the Electric God Company, walked out of it.

"Heller, what are you looking for me? I'm busy!" Peter grumbled with some displeasure, holding his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Although Heller, the president of Denjin, is an object of respect and fear in the eyes of most people, Peter, as the chief engineer of the Warhammer Project and an absolute genius for biological weapons, does not feel this way.

In fact, it was Heller, who was a man of great authority, who had more respect for Peter.

However, Peter soon realized that there seemed to be something wrong with Heller's expression today, so he lowered his voice and asked tentatively, "Heller, what is going on?"

"I just received a piece of information from the company's internal intelligence department. Heller said in a solemn voice, "The fifth-level genetic warrior we sent was killed during the mission. ”

Peter was stunned for a moment, with a shocked look on his face, and after a while, he shouted in disbelief: "Ah? No, that's a fifth-level genetic warrior that has taken thousands of technicians in our department to spend ten years and spend countless amounts of money to successfully concoct! During this time, we sent another fifth-level genetic warrior to Afghanistan to conduct a secret war test on him, and in a very short period of time, he had already destroyed 10 al-Qaeda branches, killed more than 300 terrorists, captured more than 1,000 people, and destroyed more than 20 tanks and various military vehicles! How could such a powerful combat force be killed by people inexplicably! My God, this is really damn good!