After seeing off Jennifer, who looked like a high school student, Zhang Jing unfolded the white paper and it turned out to be the exact location of the plane that crashed into the lake.
According to the location drawn on the paper, Zhang Jing may not be able to find it even if he dives for a year.
This had to make Zhang Jingduo think, how could Jennifer know so many things? Could it be that the plane that crashed into the lake did not belong to any brother at all?
And about that yacht, Jennifer said that it was not smuggling contraband, but pharmaceutical raw materials. Did you know too much?
The point is, she already has money, so how much does she need to love money to do smuggling?
He is an optimist by nature and doesn't think about things he can't figure out. He put away the drawings and the doorbell was buzzed again. A beautiful Hispanic nurse came in and said, "Please come back to the hospital bed and start the IV drip."
"What's your name?" The nurse is about 20 years old, with wheat-colored skin, eight-point facial features, and her measurements are 90, 60, or 90. She is perfect. After standing alone for a long time, Zhang Jing chatted up and asked.
The nurse ignored Zhang Jing and, like a magic trick, took out a thumb-thick syringe with a large needle at the front.
The muscles at the corner of Zhang Jing's mouth hurt. The needle was so thick, it looked like it was used by veterinarians on cows.
Jennifer didn't know that Zhang Jing was teasing the nurse, but she was scolded by the nurse. She left the hospital and got into a white nanny car.
"Oss," the driver, an African-American woman, asked Jennifer with concern, "Can Zhang Jing do it?"
"I hope he can." Jennifer looked much more serious than when she saw Zhang Jing just now. "The yacht transportation method was discovered after only two uses. It's a pity that Allen has to go to jail for it."
"Alan is a good person who went to jail for his ideals," the African-American female driver comforted Jennifer, "He is not afraid."
"Have Neil and Ralph been found?" Jennifer asked with concern.
"No," the African-American female driver shook her head, "They seem to have disappeared."
It turns out that Jennifer is not transporting private medicines to make money, but just to help those poor people who cannot afford medical bills and struggle with diseases and to give them a chance of life.
As early as when she was in college, she joined an organization that opposed high-priced drugs. Later, it gradually developed into a support group and attracted many elite members.
Zhang Jing doesn't understand Jennifer's stupid behavior, just like he doesn't understand that a group of middle-aged teenagers pour milk, run fruit, and splash paint. It's not environmentally friendly to resist justice, and eating meat is the same thing.
Very ignorant!
As for Neil and Ralph that Jennifer said, they have been drowned by Mike.
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"ah!"
After all, the needle still penetrated into the flesh. Zhang Jing, who is not a tough guy to begin with, howled in pain.
Mike stood guard at the door of the ward, making sure that the boss was still angry and had no intention of meddling in his own business.
At this time, a middle-aged Asian man came over and stopped in front of Mike, "My name is Weng Duopeng. I am from New York. I have something to discuss with Mr. Zhang Jing. Please let me know."
Seeing that the other party was well-dressed and polite, Mike passed by the nurse who had just completed the injection, entered the ward, and relayed the customer's information to the boss.
His surname is Weng, from New York. Zhang Jing shook his head, "No."
Obviously, Candela encountered a tough problem and leaked his information, otherwise the Weng family would not be able to find San Diego.
After calling Candela, Zhang Jing asked her why.
Unexpectedly, Candela was even more aggrieved. She was very emotional on the phone and said, "The Weng family is like a stone. I have tried my best, so I have to shake you out and you can talk among yourselves."
When Zhang Jingqi died, he reminded the woman, "You are the daughter of the founder of Second Software!"
"Illegitimate," Candela retorted, "has no social status."
Speechless, Zhang Jing thought of the illegitimate son of a certain dragon. He looked pitiful, but in fact he was really pitiful. He had no social status and could not enjoy the influence of me at all.
Therefore, although Candela and Jennifer both come from famous families and are not short of money, their social status is completely different. One is in the sky and the other is in the earth.
"I heard that you are sick," Candela asked with concern, "Do you want me to take care of you?"
Zhang Jing is not interested in Candela
Interesting, although she looks like the protagonist of Tomb Raider, but her capital is too thin to squeeze out, she is deflated, and her private life is too bad.
Because of his youth and good physical condition, Zhang Jing came to the east bank of Lake Patria for the second time after recovering from pulmonary edema in the hospital for a week.
Previously, Zhang Jing divided Patria Lake into several areas, similar to a field grid, and searched for them one by one for twenty days without any harvest.
This time it was different. Jennifer gave him a map. Zhang Jing went directly to the southwest of the center of Lake Patria, about seven kilometers away from the shore.
Putting on a diving suit and a scuba tank on his back, Zhang Jing jumped into the lake under the watchful eyes of Dillon, Mike, and Irina.
Aogeili went very smoothly. He dived about 30 meters underwater and swam out less than 20 meters. Zhang Jing saw a large amount of metal, which was obviously the wreckage of a small aircraft.
The water depth is a bit beyond the endurance range, about 55 meters.
Although Zhang Jing's physique is quite average, it is still much worse than that of an athlete. I still remember the female coach Ed who was 1.8 meters tall when she learned to dive in Burlington. Every inch of her skin seemed to be full of strength and she had a tough expression. Jia, as long as she has a ventilator, her ultimate diving depth can reach 100 meters, which is very powerful.
Secretly admiring Edjia in his heart, Zhang Jing swam toward the wreckage of the plane with the help of the booster and a spotlight above his head.
The six-seater fixed-wing small aircraft was not broken, and the whole was still intact. It was lying quietly among the water plants. The driver's body had turned into a skeleton, but there was no money in the cabin.
Unwilling to fail, Zhang Jing surfaced and sent Mike down to continue searching. He also failed to find the package of cash.
It is common to fail in treasure hunting, but Zhang Jing was unwilling to give up after thinking about the suffering he suffered for twenty days, lying in the hospital for seven days, and going back empty-handed.
At midnight, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, Lake Patria was sparkling, and four black figures rowed a rubber boat quietly to the place where the luxury yacht sank more than 20 days ago.
As agreed in advance, Dillon and Jamie stayed in the boat, while Zhang Jing and Mike went into the water.
Under water, the spotlight can illuminate a distance of no more than 15 meters, and the surroundings are pitch black. People with claustrophobia, autism, dark phobia, and timid people will go crazy in this environment.
The sunken ship was quickly found. The yacht was shaped like a broken chopstick, lying on the bottom of the lake in a Z-shaped shape.
An accident happened. A swollen and white corpse with its feet tangled in water plants swung past Zhang Jing's eyes, almost frightening him out of his wits. Then a living person suddenly appeared behind the water plants.
Zhang Jing subconsciously thought the other person was Mike, but Mike was seven or eight meters away to the right.
Instinctively, a pistol appeared in Zhang Jing's hand and he pressed the trigger directly on the stranger. An accident happened again. The shot produced a string of bubbles, but the warhead did not fly one meter. Naturally, it was impossible to kill anyone.
Seeing Zhang Jing being so unfriendly, the stranger took out the dagger he carried with him and stabbed Zhang Jing directly.
I regret not buying underwater weapons. Fortunately, there are crowbars, axes, pickaxes and other weapons in my backpack.
The enemy had never seen magic done underwater. Taking advantage of the opponent's confusion, Zhang Jing used the tip of the crowbar to stab hard, and the blood immediately dyed the nearby lake red.
