C1286 (1/2)

Dongzhou City, near the sea, is an international metropolis with a population of one million.

When night falls, the neon lights flash and people can feel it. This is a paradise for the rich.

On North Huazhong Road, there is a bar called madman, which is the largest bar in the city.

The daily running water is about 6 million, and the consumption is very high.

Originally, this is a bar street, since this bar landed, other bars have closed one after another.

All the business is completely robbed by the crazy bar, not only because there are the most beautiful girls and the most handsome men, but also because the owner of this bar is very powerful. It is said that the backstage is some big guy at the provincial and ministerial level.

The owner of the bar, surnamed Chen Qiaosheng, is a young man in his twenties.

At this time, Chen Qiaosheng is sitting in the wide office of the crazy bar, smoking quietly. In front of him is a crystal ashtray, which has 15 cigarette butts.

Next to Chen Qiaosheng, there was a man, a man who looked like some women. That face can definitely make women feel ashamed.

When Chen Qiaosheng put the 16th cigarette end in his hand and put it out in the crystal ashtray, he said ”hands on” without expression

The dead demon next to him nodded and went out.

An Audi A8 slowly left the madman bar and entered the street. After entering the street, the speed suddenly increased to 160. Run rampant on the busy street.

After leaving the city and entering the secluded section of the road, the car suddenly stopped. The woman like man got out of the car. After walking a hundred steps, he changed to another car, the Ford Mondeo.

The car is very regular this time. It looks like the West all the way to a villa area.

This is Qingshan bieyuan, the most famous villa area in Dongzhou city.

Those who can live here are not the most skilled people, but also the rich ones. Because the price of a villa here may be able to buy a manor abroad.

Ford stopped at the gate, checked, and finally released.

The car stopped quietly at the door of a villa. The man slowly got down from the car. His black sunglasses covered most of his face. He looked around a little, and then he went directly into the villa. It seems that I am quite familiar with the owner of the villa.

On the second floor of the villa, in the study, sat a man with a face full of vicissitudes, with an angular face and a cotton pajamas. Holding a Book of Twenty-Four Histories in his hand, he was reading it slowly.

There was no one at home. It was quiet. There was a faint fragrance of flowers in the room.

A slight footstep sound made the man raise his head slightly. There were many questions in his eyes.

The door opened and a man in black and sunglasses came in.

Did the man on the sofa wrinkle. I hate to say, ”didn't I say it, this is not a good thing, you don't have to discuss it”

the man took off his sunglasses and a woman like man's face appeared in front of him.

Man step by step forward, facial expression.

The man on the sofa was stunned for a moment. He felt that something was wrong. He put down the book in his hand and was about to stand up. The man's body was shaking. He had come to the man's face. His hand stretched out, but this was a pair of mechanical hands flashing cold light. The cold light floating on his fingers had already crossed his throat.