With a crash, the newspaper in her hand was pinched into countless wrinkles. The lady eating breakfast had a frosty face and threw the already wrinkled newspaper on the dining table in frustration.
"That bastard actually, actually had two children at once! Damn it, why didn't he die? Why didn't he die?" Even the exquisite makeup could not hide the viciousness on the woman's face. She cursed loudly, and her voice echoed throughout the room.
That angry voice.
There is only one terrifyingly huge long table in the empty, huge restaurant. The furnishings here are quite luxurious, with candlesticks made of gold everywhere.
It's a pity that these candlesticks are covered with dust, because from the huge chandelier overhead, the electric light shines on everything.
During the war between Tang State, Qi State and Mirage State, the commander of Cyric's fleet going north was actually the confidant of this beautiful snake.
At that time, she really thought it was profitable, so she launched a sneak attack by Cyric's fleet to attack Dragon Island northward. To her regret, both the airship and battleship units failed.
Things are like this sometimes. If you win and succeed, then there will be flowers and applause. But if you fail, then everything will be different.
Other Cyric directors who had been silent about her actions before had become Zhuge Liang after the action failed, including Chairman Sophia, who had secretly expressed support for her before, and they all changed their attitudes.
Almost everyone blamed her, complaining that she lost a large number of airships and that Cyric and Goblins' modern fleets were completely wiped out.
Needless to say, she lost money and people. In the subsequent negotiations with Tang State, Cyric was placed in a completely passive and disadvantaged position, which became an excuse for many directors to criticize her.
She lost a lot of money for this, and even had to pay out part of Cyric's shares, which calmed down part of her anger.
But obviously, the matter did not end like this. I heard that the red-haired bitch Sofia betrayed her and used her as a bargaining chip to trade her to the king of Tang.
The consequences of offending Tang Mo are still fresh in the memory of many Cyric directors. The smiling tiger who once dominated Cyric and even overpowered Sophia died in an unknown manner at home, and his property was divided up after his death.
of.
With this lesson in mind, many senior executives of Cyric are now paying great attention to their diet. They are afraid of being poisoned and live in suspicion. In turn, they make themselves look like ghosts or ghosts.
The beautiful snake in front of me belongs to this type of person. Everything she eats must be specially inspected every day, and those who handle the food must be absolutely loyal confidants.
Even the man who accompanies her to sleep at night has to be checked repeatedly. Days like this have driven her almost crazy. Every day when she can't eat well or sleep, it tortures her and makes her more and more crazy.
The maids took away the leftovers, leaving only the middle-aged woman cursing in the restaurant. She had lived a brilliant half of her life, and until seven years ago she was very proud of herself, powerful and wealthy.
It is a pity that with the rise of Datang Group, her life has become worse day by day. Her wealth has shrunk sharply, and her good days have also come to an end.
"Madam, your car is ready." The butler came over, bowed his head respectfully, and reported to this MILF, but still a romantic lady.
The woman stood up angrily, walked forward, and complained: "Is there something I can't talk about over the phone..."
The best telephone produced by Datang Group was installed where she lived. The sound was clear and very convenient. This kind of equipment is widely used on battleships, and the civilian version has also become popular in Bunas.
But for the area controlled by Cyric south of Goblin, this kind of equipment is still very expensive. Only real dignitaries are qualified to install a phone to show their status.
The lover who invited her to go was actually her confidant. He helped her manage the new textile factory and machine tool factory. He was also a very capable subordinate, so she gave him a face and went to the other party's factory in person.
The government discussed future production issues.
Due to poor relations and insufficient production capacity of Datang Group, the machinery and equipment produced by some of Cyric's factories were also very popular, which also allowed Cyric to make a lot of money.
Surrounded by several guards, the Marquise, who had dressed up carefully before going out, got into her Rolls-Royce luxury car and drove out of her manor under the escort of two other cars.
.
The road surface in the city was relatively smooth, and the shock absorption of the Rolls-Royce, a luxury car produced by the Datang Group, was very comfortable, making the Marquise feel drowsy.
She was sitting in her car, half asleep, looking at the crowds of people on the street that were not crowded. It was working time now, and not many people were as leisurely as she was.
But at this moment, gunshots suddenly rang out on the street. With a crisp gunshot, a car driving in front suddenly slid to the side.
It continued to speed and hit the wall of a building on the side of the road. The front engine hood was deformed by the impact. In an instant, the car emitted a puff of smoke, and the rear of the car, which was almost lying in the middle of the road, blocked the Marquise's ride.
The way the car is going.
"Bang!" Another gunshot rang out, and the windshield of the car behind instantly shattered. The car stopped right after. The driver threw himself on the steering wheel, and blood spattered everywhere on the dashboard.
The Rolls-Royce the Marquis was riding in did not speed up and hit the car in front of the accident, but braked and came to an abrupt stop. The driver of the car pushed open the door and turned around to run. The guard on the passenger seat chased him out and shot him.
die.
However, a clear gunshot was heard in the distance again, and the trusted guard on the passenger seat fell down in response, with a hole in his forehead spurting blood.
This chapter is not over yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "There is an assassin!" In the car behind, the remaining three guards got out of the car. They looked around, looking for the shooter.
"There's something wrong with the driver!" With the Marquise behind him, one of her concubines, the captain of the guard, pulled out his pistol and hid in the car and said.
He looked at the car in front of him that had hit the wall, hoping that the other group of guards inside would survive and get out of the car to help with the fight.
The Marquise was furious, but she didn't say anything. She had already guessed that the lover who invited her out had betrayed her, and the driver beside her had also betrayed her!
These people are unlikely to be the secrets laid by the Tang State. What makes them betray is more likely to be Cyric's "own people". It's a pity that these own people seem to be more vicious and vicious than the enemy when they act.
.
This is no wonder to others, because she is also such a person, and if she had the opportunity and strength, she would make the same choice.
"I'll give you 100,000 gold coins to escort me back!" The Marquis gritted her teeth and offered a sky-high price. She didn't want to die, so the best way at the moment was to let the guards around her work hard.
Unfortunately, she still underestimated the determination of these assassins to kill her. Just as she mentioned the price of 100,000 gold coins, the crisp sound of the Chicago typewriter suddenly rang.
The voice of Katcha Katcha was really pleasant, but unfortunately to the ears of the Marquise, the sound was no different from the sound of an evil spirit knocking on the door.
Those guards behind who used cars as cover and were looking for hot spots were unexpectedly hit by a hail of bullets.
Who would have thought that in a city with good security and local troops stationed by our own people, there would be a group of ruthless gangsters armed with sniper rifles and submachine guns?
Two people managed to crawl out of the car that hit the wall in front of them, but they were also beaten to pieces by the incoming submachine gun bullets.
The densely packed bullets left countless holes on the bodies of these guards, and blood splashed everywhere, which made people feel beautiful for a moment.
"Get out of the car!" Knowing that he could no longer hide, the lover's guard pushed the Marquise out of the car from the other side. As soon as the car door opened, the Marquise screamed and fell out of the car. She fired a submachine gun and killed the lover's guard in front of her.
On the seat.
The bullets left countless holes in the seats, the padding inside flew everywhere, and the guard carrying the pistol was shaken as if he was electrocuted.
"Don't kill me! I have money! Kill me!" The Marquise saw someone outflanking her from both sides, holding her head and screaming. This was her last bargaining chip, her last hope.
Two men carrying drum-mounted Thompson submachine guns surrounded her one behind the other, their boots less than three meters away from her.
The sound of gunfire still did not stop. The two killers picked up submachine guns and sent out desperate greetings in cold voices: "His Majesty the King of Tang greets you!"
The Marquise raised her head in horror, and was greeted by bullets fired at her. Her forehead was penetrated by bullets, and her back was torn apart by the incoming bullets.
She screamed and fell into a pool of blood, and the blood dyed her gorgeous clothes red. The three cars were covered with bullet holes, and every body that fell to the ground was also full of holes.
Two cars rushed out from the other side and stopped behind the killers holding submachine guns. They quickly dropped the submachine guns next to the bodies, then quickly got into the car, and then disappeared to the other side of the street.
One head.
After a long time, some civilians poked their heads out of the surrounding houses and curiously looked at the bodies lying on the road and the smashed cars.
After a long time, the city guards hurriedly arrived. They carelessly cleaned up the mess and blocked the surrounding neighborhoods, but they refused to close the city gate and search.
Several men in rich clothes hurried over, lying on the outside and crying, in agony, and they were so fake.
