Chapter 139 (2/2)
No matter how hard the blow is, life will continue.
He went to the bathroom to wash and eat breakfast, multi line operation and finished at one go. After all, he is the strongest man, which still has some strength.
He painstakingly coded out a chapter and published it again. Because it was the first time on the shelf, he decided to burst ten chapters, so he put in the hard code words and finished three chapters before noon.
”Well, go out for lunch to comfort yourself and change the environmental code.”
After one morning, he was in a good mood. He went out with his laptop and chewed Geji fast food restaurant as usual. He sat in the corner where he often came, quiet and comfortable, and can rest assured.
He has a bad habit of typing. He likes to read in a low voice while typing. He reads one line after another. It's easy to be regarded as a psycho.
”Boss, King has come out. After waiting for half a month, king went out for dinner for the first time. This damn cultivation maniac is obviously so powerful and not satisfied. Why doesn't he go to heaven and stand side by side with the sun...”
After King came in to chew Geji, a man in a coat and felt hat followed him. He sat down seven or eight places away from King and said something to the micro walkie talkie installed on the collar.
”Shut up, your nickname is a tracker, not a player.” There was a roar of rage at the other end of the walkie talkie. If he hadn't worn headphones, I'm afraid the whole gnawing Geji would have heard it.
”Yes, boss.” The man nicknamed tracker replied in a low voice, immediately shut up and silently observed King's every move.
”This spicy hot is killing me.” In a noodle shop next to gnawing Geji, a well-dressed and successful person in suits and shoes is eating spicy hot, which is the boss in the mouth of the tracker.
Opposite him is a beautiful and charming lady, nicknamed camera, who is responsible for observing and recording the target situation and being responsible for the boss.
She glanced at the sparse crowd around, ate and laughed, like a couple, and said, ”I don't like spicy hot. I can change it into cow miscellaneous noodles. There's no need to be so angry, which will affect my working mood.”
The boss ate spicy hot and looked up to flirt with the camera from time to time. However, every love word had something to say.
After a while, the camera suddenly touched his ear and listened for a while. Fang affectionately said, ”husband, just now the family called and I gave you the chicken to mend your body. They are ready to kill.”
The boss's eyes were slightly bright and smiled, ”OK, I like you to eat chicken for me, but...” He said solemnly, ”when making chicken soup, you should prepare the seasoning. I'll call home and tell them.” Immediately got up, took out his cell phone and went out to make a phone call.
”Attention to the tracker, attention to the tracker. The handcuffs, fishing nets, electric shock rods and explosion-proof round shields of the death squad are coming in. Pay attention to King and report immediately if you find something wrong.”
The tracker looked down and pretended to drink coke. Taking the opportunity, the walkie talkie close to the collar whispered, ”tracker received.” Then he looked up and looked at King intentionally or unintentionally.
In the following half an hour, four strong men, either with big toad glasses, or with a cap, or with masks, or blowing bubble gum, came in and sat down around king, vaguely encircling king.
The tracker saw that the dead group had been seated. King was not abnormal and still enjoyed the last lunch. He immediately whispered, ”boss, the dead group is in place.”
In the noodle shop, the camera smiled and said softly to the boss, ”husband, the chicken has been cooked. When we go home, I can tell them when to fire.”
The boss nodded and asked, ”the chicken is old and needs to be cooked over a low fire for a long time. Let the family be patient.”