kingnovel Chapter 626 The Old Lady Gets Rid of the Professional Killer
Chapter 626 The Old Lady Gets Rid of the Professional Killer
Chapter 626 The Old Lady Gets Rid of the Professional Killer
When Lao Jin saw the news, he couldn't help but curse: "Fuck you.
A bunch of amateurs, a bunch of grassroots, a bunch of poor people.
It's fine if you're stealing my business, but you're asking for eight million. You're a bunch of rotten fish and shrimp, how dare you ask for it!"
His cruise ship sailed away into the distance, and the surrounding waters were empty, so he was not worried about being heard.
So he cursed very loudly.
After cursing for a while, he calmed down.
He replied directly with two words: "Okay, eight million, but this is the highest price. If you add a penny, I will change people."
Seeing the other party raise the price, Ye Changqing casually replied with four words: "Pay the money!
Full payment! "
When Lao Jin saw these two words, he was so angry that he cursed: "Fuck your ancestors!"
Any killer organization usually collects a deposit.
The rule in the killer industry is fifty percent.
Four million is enough.
Complete the mission and collect another four million.
Now this guy is asking for the full amount.
Not only is it unprofessional, it's also unruly.
The cruise ship drifted along the river, and he occasionally steered the boat to adjust the direction.
But he kept cursing.
After cursing for five or six minutes, he finally let out the anger in his heart and transferred the money directly. After the transfer, he gritted his teeth and said, "Eight million. This is the price of the entire accident building."
All the killers in the accident building must die!"
He thought of using a ginger seller as a target to hunt down the killer in the accidental building.
I was secretly proud of myself.
Eight million is a little more, but the returns will be greater.
In the restaurant.
Seeing Ye Changqing constantly looking at his phone, the driver smiled and said, "Brother, stop looking at your phone and eat your meal."
Ye Changqing smiled and picked up his chopsticks to eat.
Liu Zaicheng saw that Ye Changqing was worried and asked with some concern: "Brother, is there something wrong?"
Ye Changqing smiled and said, "I made a small fortune."
Liu Zaicheng smiled and asked, "Oh, how much money did you make?"
Ye Changqing smiled and said, "Eight million." Liu Zaicheng was stunned for a moment, then he was even more impressed. He raised a glass of wine and said, "Brother, congratulations on your fortune. Come on, let's have a drink."
He saw Liang Ge's men dying one after another, and it all seemed like accidents.
But he knew it was definitely not an accident. He knew that Ye Changqing must have extraordinary means. Deep down in his heart, he even felt a little afraid of Ye Changqing.
That is the body's instinctive fear of the murderer.
But he was somewhat dependent on Ye Changqing. Without Ye Changqing, he would not be able to enter this market at all.
Moreover, he found that when communicating with Ye Changqing, he could not see any abnormality at all.
He doesn't look like the kind of person who would kill without blinking an eye.
Even when he thought that Ye Changqing killed those vegetable bullies, he still admired Ye Changqing a little.
In his heart, he also labeled Ye Changqing's behavior as "eliminating harm for the people." When he felt that Ye Changqing was eliminating harm for the people, he was no longer afraid, and even had a little more respect for Ye Changqing, so he dared to communicate with Ye Changqing so closely.
The driver had just picked up a piece of pork ribs and brought it to his mouth when he heard Ye Changqing say eight million.
pat~
The braised pork fell to the ground, and he stared at Ye Changqing with eyes as big as copper bells.
Growing up, the richest person I know is my eldest cousin who spent one million to buy a house, but his family doesn't have much cash.
I didn’t expect that the person sitting next to me could earn eight million just by sending a few messages on his mobile phone.
How could he not be shocked?
He was no longer interested in eating, so he put down his chopsticks and said with a smile, "I didn't expect you, brother... Mr. Ye... I didn't expect you, Mr. Ye, to be so talented. Come on, let me toast you."
The people who were eating at the tables in the distance were grinning at the sight.
Some people even looked at him as if he were a fool.
Some people even expressed their disdain: "Eight hundred million, after two drinks, you dare to say anything. If you drink a few more, will you dare to say eight hundred million?"
Ye Changqing acted as if he hadn't heard it, and didn't care whether others believed it or not.
He mainly wanted to give Liu Zaicheng confidence, letting him know that going home to grow ginger was the right thing to do, and as long as he persisted, he would definitely find a way out.
The last time I completed a farming mission, I also found a way for Xu Chengzong.
Xu Chengzong's son Xu Pinyou refused to farm at home.
Now he was willing to farm. This time, he wanted to pave a way for Liu Zaicheng, a way to make money by growing ginger.
He picked up his wine glass, clinked it with the driver's first, and then said to Liu Zaicheng: "Grow ginger well, I believe you can earn more."
Liu Zaicheng was a little excited: "Really? Okay, okay, I'll try my best."
Ye Changqing said seriously: "Of course you can. Come on, do it."
Wen Hongzhen made a fortune by selling fresh ginger, with an annual income of hundreds of billions. He felt that Liu Zaicheng could also make a fortune.
Of course, he can't be compared with Wen Hongzhen.
It would take Liu Zaicheng several years or even more than ten years to make millions.
On the cruise ship.
Lao Jin posted an assassination mission on the Ruyi Building's internal network, and someone accepted it.
Old knife.
The killer nicknamed Lao Dao accepted the mission.
Seeing that it was the old killer, two words popped up in his mind: "It's stable!"
Although Lao Dao is an old killer, he is not old.
You can't be a killer when you get old. Killing requires physical strength, and evacuating the scene also requires speed. Older people can't meet these conditions.
Lao Dao is in his forties, his hairline has moved up, and he has gained a little weight.
He is 1.75 meters tall and weighs 160 kilograms.
Although it seems that he is not suitable to be a killer, his knife is really fast, so fast that he can kill people without bleeding.
Others walked away.
Too sophisticated. Killing has become an art.
He told Lao Dao about the mission of this operation: "This time we are not going to kill ordinary people.
The one to be killed is the killer.
But strictly speaking, they are not killers. They are just speculators who rely on other means to achieve their assassination goals.
The specific identity is unclear. He may be a migrant worker, a security guard, or any other ordinary occupation.
When they go to kill the ginger seller, you must kill them before they can make a move.
Save the ginger seller's life."
After explaining the task, I was also given some information.
Then he drove the boat to the ferry, got off the boat to eat, and waited for news from Lao Dao.
vegetable market.
A man pulling a two-wheeled grocery cart arrived at the market entrance.
The man was wearing a loose short-sleeved shirt, shorts, glasses, a beard, and a pair of sneakers.
In the afternoon, there are only a few scattered customers in the vegetable market, and occasionally there are restaurants that come to buy vegetables during the afternoon break.
But compared to the morning, it's like the difference between working hours on Monday and rest time on the weekend on the street.
A world of difference.
No matter who they are, as soon as they appear in the market, they can be seen at a glance.
The man entered the market, saw the situation, and frowned.
There are too few people, so it’s easy to be discovered.
He wanted to leave and come back in the morning, but he had no choice.
If the killer from the accidental building took action after he left, his mission would have failed.
He had no choice but to go in.
After walking around, I saw a red truck with no one in it.
He bought a bottle of drink and wandered around the market until he saw three people get into a car.
He knew that an important person had arrived.
The killer from the accidental building is also about to appear.
He bought a few tomatoes and cucumbers, then continued wandering around, waiting for the killer from the accidental building to appear.
But no matter how long he waited, he still didn't come, and he became more and more anxious.
Waited from two o'clock to three o'clock.
I waited from three o'clock to four o'clock.
As the sun set, there was still no sign of the killer from the accident building.
His heart gradually became irritable. Why didn't the people from the accident building show up?
Not even a normal person came near that car.
Where is the mistake?
The sun finally couldn't hold on any longer and set in the west.
As it got darker, there were fewer people in the market, and only the vendors guarding their stalls remained.
He felt that he was already somewhat conspicuous.
Not daring to stay any longer, I turned around and left with the shopping cart, exited the market, and walked back along the road.
As he walked, he took out his phone and dialed Lao Jin's number.
After the call was connected, he began to complain: "Boss, why don't you see the killer from the accident building?"
Lao Jin frowned: "Where are you, why is it so noisy?"
At this moment, a car whizzed by. He frowned and said, "There are many cars on the road, so there might be noise." Lao Jin frowned and said, "Are you sure there are no people from the unexpected building?
Maybe the guy in the accident building is in disguise and is lurking right in front of the ginger seller. You need to observe more. Killing is not the most difficult thing in this operation.
The real difficulty is to find the killer in the unexpected building as soon as possible."
Lao Dao said confidently, "There were three people in the ginger-selling car. Apart from the three of them, no one else approached them."
As he was speaking, an old lady came towards him.
He glanced at it and continued walking forward.
A truck was coming towards them, making the noise even louder. He covered his ears with one hand and held the phone close to his other ear, listening intently to what Lao Jin said.
Suddenly he felt the old lady next to him suddenly approaching him.
He turned his head subconsciously and saw the old lady reaching out to push him. Lao Dao's eyes widened, and he didn't have time to scream.
His body was pushed unexpectedly, and he stumbled and stumbled to the middle of the road.
bang~
With a loud bang, the truck hit Lao Dao.
The old knife flew seven or eight meters away and then fell heavily to the ground.
Then there was no movement.
The old lady pushed with both hands and continued walking forward, as if she had done nothing just now. All the pedestrians on the road looked towards the scene of the car accident, and no one noticed that the old lady had pushed.
The old lady continued walking forward.
The old lady's name is Jia Wenwan, and she is one of the killers in the accidental building.
Ye Changqing sat in the car, chatting with Liu Zaicheng and the driver.
Liu Mengcai's voice rang out from the earphones in his ears: "That abnormal guy is dead. He was pushed in front of a speeding truck by an old lady."
Ye Changqing secretly felt lucky. As soon as the middle-aged man appeared, Liu Mengcai noticed something unusual.
He was almost certain that the man was a killer hired by the Wen family to kill him.
But for some reason, this guy was very strange. He walked around for several times but didn't take action.
If that person wanted to take action, he would have had at least a dozen chances, but he didn't do it once.
This is unusual.
Until the man was about to leave, he still didn't understand what was going on, and he was too lazy to figure it out. He couldn't let go of the person who came to kill him.
Directly order the accidental killer to take action.
Which old lady is Jia Wenwan who took on the task?
He'd always been curious about how this Jia Wenwan, at such an old age, could kill someone. "First, a work report. 6000 words have been sent. I'm so lucky to have met you. You're so generous. You're the best readers in the world. You're willing to support me with must-read tickets and prompt updates, and you even help me correct mistakes. I'm so grateful. Thank you!"