On a certain floor of the Desloo Building, a blond white man with a long face and a hooked nose slapped his hand on the long circular conference table and said angrily: "You are all trash! I have searched for so long and still can't find anything! You are all there!"
Get out of here!"
When several people were walking out, the blond man said to one of them in a deep voice: "Francisco, you stay."
A man about fifty years old turned around and said, "Yes, Mr. Quincy."
This middle-aged man with a hooked nose is Quincy, the leader of the Scarlet Temple.
After everyone walked out, Francisco closed the door of the conference room.
"Francisco, arrange for a master to kill this man! Then leave a letter, signed, Nemesis." Quincy took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket and placed it on the table.
Francisco picked up the piece of paper and unfolded it. He was slightly stunned and said, "Chief Bonnet of the Philadelphia Police Department? Why?"
Quincy said coldly: "Bonet is a public figure and often goes against us, so we took this opportunity to deal with him. In the name of the God of Vengeance, he sent a letter on the Internet, saying that the US police were prohibited from targeting him.
Launch an investigation into his identity, and killing Bonet is a warning!"
Francisco was suddenly moved: "Mr. Quincy, I don't agree with you doing this! Bonnet is the chief of the police. If it is found that we did it, the trouble will be even greater!"
Quincy said displeased: "Just ask Black Widow or Death Scythe. They are the best killers in our Scarlet Temple. Who can find out?"
Francisco looked solemn and said: "I agree with Mr. Quincy's plan. If Bonnet dies, the God of Vengeance will definitely be denounced by the entire United States. This will not only bring him huge trouble, but also bring great trouble to his opponent."
Our unfavorable comments will also be deflected."
"But... I don't think it is necessary to kill Bonet. As long as he is seriously injured, we can also achieve our goal, and more importantly, we have a way out. Mr. Quincy, what do you think of my suggestion?
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Quincy pondered for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll do as you say!"
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Mohai City, China.
In a private room of a high-end hotel, cups and cups were intertwined. Guo Xiaotian was enthusiastically telling Wang Zuke's wife about interesting things that happened on the plane. If someone else were to say this, Wang Zuke and his wife would probably think it was ridicule, but Guo Xiaotian is a meter tall.
Northeastern men born in 1985 seem to have a natural affinity.
After saying that, he patted Wang Zuke on the shoulder and told him seriously that if he needed help in the future, he could call him. Although he was based in Changchun, he had friends all over the world, and Mo Hai also had many friends who could help him.
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Fan Jianqiang has a good impression of this Northeastern man. This man may be born to like to make friends. He is really forthright and not hypocritical. If most people see that Wang Zuke is just a professor studying Western medicine, they usually don't bother to make friends with such a nerdy type.
People are simply worthless, but Guo Xiaotian doesn't seem to care if there is any reward.
Fan Qianqiang smiled and said: "Brother Guo, can I ask you for help?"
Guo Xiaotian said loudly: "Of course! I, Mr. Guo, admire very few people, but Brother Fan, you are one of them! You can speak several languages, which is one, and you have a kind of awe-inspiring righteousness in your bones, which is the second. Although we
We have known each other for less than twenty-four hours, but I will never misjudge Lao Guo!"
Fan Jianqiang waved his hands and said with a smile: "Brother Guo, you are too flattering. How can I be righteous or evil? I think we should behave according to our conscience."
Guo Xiaotian nodded and said: "That's right! There are too many injustices in the world. We won't talk about the ones we can't touch. If we do, why can't we care about them?!"
Fan Jianqiang laughed and said, "It's up to you to take care of everything! But please have a clear conscience!"
Guo Xiaotian said loudly: "Okay! Okay! What a good saying, 'But please have a clear conscience'! It's so good, you should drink this cup full!"
Everyone drank heavily, and even Wang Zuke, a typical little man from Mohai, became a lot more manly in this atmosphere, drinking one cup after another with them.
After drinking for three rounds, Fan Jianqiang asked: "Professor Wang is a professional dealing with medicine. I am an ordinary little policeman. Brother Guo, what do you do?"
They talked lively for n hours on the plane, talking about everything in the world, but they forgot to ask this.
Guo Xiaotian smiled and said, "Guess." Then he smiled at Wang Zuke and his wife and said, "Brother Wang, sister-in-law, you two should also take a guess."
Fan Jianqiang laughed and said: "Brother Guo is a vagrant!"
Guo Xiaotian was stunned for a moment and said, "Oh? Why do you say that?"
Everyone else also looked at Fan Jianqiang.
Fan Jianqiang said cheerfully: "Brother Guo is upright. He doesn't look like a member of society. He is generous and forthright. He doesn't look like a businessman who spends every penny. Although he has the aura of a superior, he doesn't have the vulgar official spirit. He is neither a businessman nor an official.
You are not a black man. Even if Brother Guo is an official, he is not a corrupt official. Even if you are a businessman, you are not an ordinary businessman. Even if you are a black man, you are still a hero who dares to fight for heaven. So, I say you are an unemployed vagrant."
Guo Xiaotian said with emotion: "Brother Fan, am I as powerful as you say?"
Fan Jianqiang smiled and said: "Actually, Brother Guo, you are most like a hero who dares to fight against heaven."
Guo Xiaotian burst out laughing: "If I were serious, wouldn't I be your natural enemy?"
Fan Qiangqiang smiled casually: "Whether it is a soldier or a bandit, it is nothing more than a business card. I only know that there are good bandits and there are bad soldiers. I am both good and evil. To my brothers, family and friends, I
I am willing to dig deep into my heart and lungs, and I will kill every enemy and evil person I see."
Guo Xiaotian smiled and said: "Brother Fan! You are definitely not an ordinary policeman!"
Fan Jianqiang couldn't help laughing: "Yes, I am not an ordinary policeman, I am a criminal policeman."
Guo Xiaotian saw that he was trying to avoid the important and take the easy, so he stopped asking the question.
Not long after, Wang Zuke was drunk and full of food. Guo Xiaotian asked Xiao Zheng to send Wang Zuke and his wife back first, asked the hotel to clear the tables, ordered a pot of jasmine snails, and invited Fan Qiangqiang to drink tea and chat while waiting for the car to come back.
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Xiao Zhou excused himself to something else and left. Fan Jianqiang and Guo Xiaotian were the only two people left in the box.
Fan Qianqiang smiled and said, "Brother Guo, do you have something to say to me alone?"
"No, it's just a casual chat. Meeting Brother Fan by chance on the plane is something worth celebrating."
Fan Qianqiang smiled and said: "Didn't we celebrate just now?"
Guo Xiaotian laughed: "Okay, I admit that I have some very personal things that I want to talk to you about."
Guo Xiaotian reached into his pocket, took out a folded yellow envelope, put it in front of Fan Jianqiang with a smile, and said: "Take a look, this must be something you are interested in."
Fan Qiangqiang opened the envelope, pulled out a piece of paper, and unfolded it. He saw that his photo was printed on it, and underneath the photo was a series of personal information.
Fan Jianqiang was shocked, and suddenly thought that in movies, the killer often receives information about the target he wants to kill, and it's like this!