"Ring ring ring..."

"Ring ring ring..."

Suddenly, the phone in the room rang.

The person sleeping on the bed got up with difficulty, climbed to the bedside, and picked up the bedside microphone.

"Mr. Shu..." He sat up slowly.

"Yes. Got it."

"It must be done in a concealed manner. Never leave any trace behind."

"Yes. There is a reward of one hundred thousand dollars!"

"Yes. I want Zhang Yong's head."

…

Concession.

Wanguo Nightclub.

The phone rang.

"Understood. Arrange some beautiful girls to get close to Zhang Yong."

"Understood. It needs to be clean."

"Yes. After the project is completed, the reward will be fifty thousand US dollars."

…

late at night.

A quiet little attic.

A beautiful woman is dressing up. She looks as gentle as water in the mirror.

She frowned slightly, feeling that her talent was not appreciated.

She needs a chance.

"Ring ring ring..."

"Ring ring ring..."

The phone suddenly rang.

She picked up the phone gracefully.

"Thirty thousand dollars?"

"Zhang Yong?"

"good."

…

Daybreak.

A rickshaw arrived in front of a courtyard.

The courtyard door opened. A pretty face was revealed inside. Her skin was so delicate that it could be broken by a blow.

"Ten thousand dollars?"

"I promise……"

…

"A sneeze!"

"A sneeze!"

Zhang Yong woke up.

He reached out and touched the gun under the pillow. It was still there.

Look around you. Qiao Qingzi is also there. She is curled up in a thin towel and quilt, sleeping soundly.

Okay. She is more or less a normal woman. Unlike other people who just run away when they are done.

It feels like he is the one who is at a disadvantage...

It seems that she does not object to the mother being more valuable than the son!

Look at your watch.

Oh, seven in the morning. Still early.

I found a yellow dot pacing back and forth outside the door.

Probably Shi Bingdao.

So I got up, washed briefly, and came out.

Indeed, there is Shi Bingdao outside the door. He is waiting for Zhang Yong to come out. He has something important to do.

"morning."

"Good morning, boss."

"What's up?"

"There's an American named MacFarlane asking you to call back. He seems very anxious."

"I'll talk after breakfast."

"I've already told you."

"Thanks."

Zhang Yong nodded.

Shi Bingdao wanted to speak but stopped.

"There's no one around. Just tell me."

"Have you heard anything from the Security Command recently?"

"Speak directly."

"We learned that several comrades who were captured in eastern Jiangxi were escorted to Shanghai..."

"They are safe."

"Still in jail?"

"Not here. He has been safely rescued."

"rescue?"

"Yes. He has been rescued. However, I can't tell you the details yet."

"That's good, that's good..."

"You report to the organization that all sixteen comrades in total are safe."

"Sixteen?"

"Nine of them are your real comrades, and six are hooks arranged by the enemy. Five of the hooks have been killed. However, I want to confirm the identity of these hooks as Red Party members. I will confirm that they are all real Red Party members.

party."

"Why?"

"Revenge Xuan Tiewu. Kill him."

"Understood."

"The woman who stayed with me last night was one of the hooks. She was also the only one who survived. I want to confirm that she is a real red party."

"this……"

"You only need to report sixteen."

"All right."

Shi Bingdao agreed and went.

Naturally, he won't ask in detail. There are some things that he doesn't know better.

After all, no one knows whether they can really withstand it if they really miss and are captured alive.

If you don't know anything at all, it's impossible to confess.

Zhang Yong went to have breakfast.

Then call MacFarlane back.

"open!"

MacFarlane sounded a little eager.
To be continued...