NOVEL NEXT Chapter 50 is over.
Half an hour later, the speed of the vehicle gradually slowed down.
Gin chewed his cigarette and tapped the steering wheel, then said to Tang Muqing, "Call Scotland."
Tang Muqing skillfully took over the duties of Vodka's assistant. He touched Gin's cell phone and was slightly startled, "Phone?"
Why can’t such criminals, who are undercover agents and undercover agents, have three, four or five mobile phone numbers...
and……
Gin doesn't look like the kind of person who would save his phone number.
Tang Muqing flipped through his address book, and it turned out to be blank. Finally, he opened the call history and called back in the order in which he called in his memory.
The phone was connected after two rings, and Zhu Fu Jingguang's voice mixed with a little wind noise came out, "Everything is normal."
Gin Jiu hummed and allowed Tang Muqing to hang up the phone skillfully.
He drove the vehicle into a small alley, took the phone and pressed it repeatedly, and finally parked the vehicle on the side of the road.
Gin sat in the driver's seat and arranged the guns and weapons he was carrying. He glanced at Tang Muqing through the rearview mirror and said, "Wait for me here."
Hey, why can't there be a member who is less talkative and more capable?
Tang Muqing's ability was pretty good, but he really didn't know what ambiguous words would come out of that mouth.
Although criminal organizations don't care about reputation in the first place, when someone teases them, they still get very angry, and they can't do anything.
It’s so frustrating.
"Okay." Tang Muqing nodded and squinted his eyes to look at the figure appearing at the end of the alley. His light brown eyes hidden behind rimless glasses suddenly had a hint of amusement, "Senior Gin, let's start your teaching."
Gin snorted and got out of the car holding the gun.
Tang Muqing twirled the gold beads on his wrist, rimless glasses were placed on the bridge of his nose, and the computer screen cast a faint blue reflection.
Under Tang Muqing's curious gaze, Ginjiu walked quickly to the entrance of the alley, chewing on his cigarette and looking rebellious.
The dark figure on the opposite side lowered his head and didn't know what to say. He bent over and wiped his sweat and handed over two huge boxes. Judging from the weight and size, they should be some cash.
Tang Muqing looked at Ginjiu and said a few words to the man, then picked up the box and put it in the car, turned around and left the alleyway.
The vehicle had not driven two blocks away when a dull gunshot sounded from behind.
Tang Muqing rolled his eyes, "That's it?"
Is this over?
Why don't you show him that Gin is stepping on other people's heads and intimidating him with a fierce look on his face? Why don't you show the scene where Gin, with a straight face, stares at him with blood splattered on his head and warns him not to flirt?
How could he be excited about just withdrawing money?
"Three hundred million yen, that's about it." Gin held the steering wheel with one hand and stepped on the accelerator. The vehicle drove along the road. Gin thought for a while and said coldly: "Some people can blackmail one after another, and some people just It’s a disposable tool, just kill it when you’re done with it.”
At this point, Ginjiu glanced at Tang Muqing through the rearview mirror, "Aren't you afraid?"
Aren't you afraid of dead people?
A normal person would be trembling with fear at this moment, begging like a little sheep for him to let him go.
"I haven't even seen the corpse, what's there to be afraid of?" Tang Muqing leaned on the seat, his eyes curved very gently, with a hint of pride, "Wow, three hundred million yen is really a lot. .”
Tang Muqing looked at Gin with a smile and said softly, "Almost as much as the fractions in my locker."
Gin:......
Three hundred million yen...it's a bit small when you think about it.
The organization's funding sources are not only obtained through small and shady means of extortion, but also some large sums are obtained in exchange for the organization's scientific research results. There are also situations where both parties get what they need, the organization gets some convenience or money, and the other party uses the organization's Hands down some threats.
Adding up the bits and pieces, the organization does not seem to be short of money, but it is very short of money.
"How much operational funds can you provide?" Gin snorted coldly, recalled the map in his mind, and drove the vehicle to the next location.
Tang Muqing reached out and closed the laptop on his lap, "Then it depends on what price Senior Gin can pay in exchange for money."
Having said this, Tang Muqing turned his head slightly and looked at Gin Jiu's side face.
The eyebrows are delicate but cold, and the thin lips are pursed, revealing the murderous aura built up with his life.
Well, these green eyes still look beautiful. I really want to see the green eyes when they are not cold.
"You should know what I'm interested in." Tang Muqing smiled, lit a cigarette and leaned against the passenger seat, squinting at the figure appearing at the corner ahead.
Looks a bit familiar, short blond hair, maybe a bottle of bourbon.
The vehicle slowed down. Ginjiu glanced at Tang Muqing and lowered the window.
The blond man wore a peaked cap that could hide his hair color but not completely. He pressed the brim of the hat and whispered, "Give me a ride--"
There was a sudden pause in his words, and the man's eyes saw the half of his face exposed through the gap in the car window.
He smiled gently, just like he remembered, but his lips were pale, and his eyes had a blue-black color that couldn't be hidden.
Bourbon:? ? ?
Toru Amuro: ? ? ?
Jiangu Ling:? ? ?
No matter which one of the three identities they were, they all let out a sharp scream at this time. The blond man's pupils were constricted, and he couldn't say anything as he stared at that face.
He was not surprised that Tang Muqing appeared in Ginjiu's car. After all, when Ginjiu blocked the restaurant in public, he must have threatened the other party to attract him, but...
What's going on with Tang Muqing's expression? !
But at noon, according to Tang Muqing's schedule, he should have just gotten up at this time, but...
But why is this young master wearing wrinkled clothes? Isn't this just putting on yesterday's clothes without changing?
Does that mean...
Fang Gurei's eyes glanced at the coat on Gin's body, and his heart gradually sank.
It’s over.
Not only were Tang Muqing and Gin Jiu in the same car, it seemed that the two of them had not slept well last night. They both wore yesterday's clothes with a little wrinkles. The heavy smell of smoke in the car was obviously to refresh themselves, and Tang Muqing His face looks so bad...
Rei Fangtani took a deep breath, took a deep look at Gin, and spoke in a lowered voice, "Forget it, I'll take a taxi."
That son of a bitch, Gin, fucked up his little tame white moonlight!
Tang Muqing looked gentle and gentle, but how could a young master raised by a wealthy family be so inferior to others? It must have been Gin, the shameless criminal overlord, who took advantage of him!
Jianggu Ling left angrily, without any doubt in his heart about the charm of Tang Muqing.
He would rather question Gin Jiu for being dazzled by beauty, but he never questioned that Tang Muqing's beauty was not enough to enchant the eyes.
Oh, the treacherous winery, let Gin personally go into battle to seduce, right? !
Where to put all the fujingguang? !