Zhong Boyong looked at the middle-aged Southeast Asian man who put down his headphones and asked: "How is it?"
He did not dare to continue to listen to what was happening behind in the tropical jungle thousands of miles away.
This time he made a desperate move, betting almost all of his wealth on it, betting that the Saracen would be destroyed tonight and that Wuntaklin would be buried at an altitude of 10,000 meters.
If any link goes wrong, he, and the Zhong family, will be doomed.
The middle-aged man put down his headphones, nodded and said, "The entire cemetery has been bombed into ruins, and there is not a single living person."
"And, we also destroyed the bone tower of Salomon."
"I have investigated and found out that this bone tower is composed of the corpses of the ghost king-level head-destroying masters of the previous generations of the Sara Sect. I heard that the human skull on the top is the head of the previous leader of the Sara Sect..."
"This is the sacred object of Sarama."
"It can be said that the entire Salah Sect, as well as the disciples and related objects in the ancestral tombs, have been blown to powder in this raid."
"So, you don't have to worry, the operation was successful, and you can also pay the remaining balance later."
"call……"
Zhong Boyong seemed to have been drained of all his strength, and he slumped down on the chair. He felt relieved and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hands.
He was so nervous that he could not breathe smoothly all night long.
Before he got the exact result, he felt like there was something stuck in his throat, unable to go up or come down, which was extremely uncomfortable.
"No, I need to see the video and photos of the scene to confirm that the place was destroyed before I can transfer the balance to you."
However, after a brief moment of relaxation, he sat up and insisted: "This is written in our contract. You must fulfill the contract before you can see the balance."
He has always been cautious, especially when it comes to such life-threatening matters, and he will not take anything lightly.
"This is natural."
The middle-aged man chuckled and said: "Maybe there are some problems with the network over there. After all, we are in a tropical jungle, so signal transmission is a bit troublesome."
"But half an hour at the latest, half an hour later, the video of the raid and the photos of the scene will be sent to you, so that you can see with your own eyes how this No. 1 head-dropping master sect in Southeast Asia is in our hands.
, destroyed.”
As he was speaking, the middle-aged man's eyes suddenly flashed: "Here he comes."
I saw email inquiry information popping up on the lower right side of the computer screen.
He quickly clicked the mouse, and a video that usually lasted for more than 20 minutes was opened and played in the middle of the computer screen.
In the dim scene that lasted for more than 20 minutes, Zhong Boyong completely re-watched how these people destroyed the entire cemetery in the tropical rain forest thousands of miles away, and then turned the cemetery into
A sea of fire.
He even saw clearly that the bone tower hidden in the darkness was illuminated by searchlights, and then several rockets dragged dazzling flames and blew the two-story bone tower into powder.
And later, when cleaning up the battlefield, there were corpses and body parts everywhere...
"Give them the remaining 500 million."
"If you add another 100 million, it will be regarded as a thank you fee."
It was only now that Zhong Boyong showed a smile on his face.
A smile that has been relieved for a long time.
For the sake of his daughter, he did not hesitate to become an enemy of Wuntaklin.
They even spent billions to arm the army and destroy the lair of the Sarasas.
His daughter is everything to him!
He is a businessman and the richest man, but at the same time, he is also a father...
A middle-aged father who lost his wife and never remarried, who just wanted to take care of his daughter wholeheartedly.
"Let's go back."
Zhong Boyong stood up and took a deep breath: "I haven't had a good rest in several years. I'm going to open a bottle of Romanticondy tonight and have a good rest."
Next to the Jiangshang Club, a Rolls-Royce motorcade slowly drove away.
A middle-aged Southeast Asian man watched the convoy leave.
Then he quickly turned around and boarded the boat, and quickly approached the clubhouse: "Contact General Parra quickly and ask what happened over there? Why did all the signals disappear after the video was transmitted!"
"Also, inform all our people in Jinling and Jiangnan that they will all leave China tonight. No one is allowed to stay. Quick!"
