The sun was setting on the beach at the Old Boy Hotel.
Zhang Jing walked barefoot, enjoying the sea breeze, drinking ice juice, and thinking about the days he spent with the trio.
Ever since the mummy incident of a tower boy in Melbourne.
Except for Ortiz chick, Sugiyama Ai, and Kelly and Montes Bay who were forced to have sex, Zhang Jing has always kept himself clean.
He even rejected the heavenly-beautiful indigenous musician Silk and Lee Min-a's blond sister Kim Nana.
At the same time, he also insisted on doing good things and doing good things.
For example: donating money to veterans injured by sewage, resolutely not getting involved in the bread business, etc.
Logically speaking, one shouldn't suffer such a punishment from heaven.
Life is unpredictable, so Zhang Jing decided to stick to it in the future - to shoot quietly.
Make money quietly and improve your strength quietly.
When you encounter a stumbling block, kill it quietly and eliminate it from the source, just like you have always done in the past.
Also, Wen Li's backer should be closer and her flattery should be flattered better.
While thinking about something in his mind, Zhang Jing was blocked by a stranger who looked exactly like a certain director from Xiangjiang.
"Mr. Zhang," Liu Lehua said in Mandarin with a fake expression, "It's so hard to find you."
Looking at Liu Lehua, who was about 35 years old, Zhang Jing pretended not to recognize him and asked, "Who are you?"
"My name is Liu Lehua," the self-introduction looks like that of a certain director. "I come from a big country, and my boss wants to buy your gold."
"Who is your boss?"
"Sorry," Liu Lehua said with a good attitude, "That's a secret. It doesn't affect the transaction. We are willing to pay first."
Zhang Jing understood that Liu Lehua also had sources in the Commercial and Industrial Bank.
He had previously asked the Commercial and Industrial Bank represented by Li Nian to pay first if he wanted to buy gold.
"How did you find me?" Zhang Jing asked strangely, "This is amazing to me."
"Your information came from the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China. We found you because of tracking," Liu Lehua said without hesitation. "We also know that you are a treasure hunter. You are currently renting at Kanfan Farm and you are suspected of possessing a large amount of silver."
"Your boss is very rich, why don't you use the money to buy real estate?" Zhang Jing asked Liu Lehua, "Gold is just a dead thing."
“Having money does not necessarily mean you can buy good things,” Liu Lehua chatted. “You may not be able to take away the things you buy, and you may not be able to keep them;
Saving money is also unreliable;
In this way, no matter how you look at it, gold is a good thing and has been for thousands of years. "
Zhang Jing nodded. In the final analysis, he still ranked first in industry.
Industry couldn't get it, so it turned to gold.
"Is it okay to pay 80 meters per gram?" Zhang Jing asked Liu Lehua, "No discount."
"No problem," Liu Lehua said cheerfully, "My boss has agreed to the price. Please give me your account number."
First, he added Facebook friends, and then Zhang Jing sent Liu Lehua the bank account number opened by the Coconut Bank branch in Hong Kong.
The head office of Grand Coconut Bank is located in the capital of Solomon Islands, with one branch in Hong Kong and one in Temasek.
It does not absorb savings, invest, or lend.
The office also has only one address, like a shell bank.
The scale is small, but the role is not small. It is used for internal fund transfer.
After getting the account number, Liu Lehua forwarded it to his boss, looked at Zhang Jing again and asked, "When can 200 tons of gold be delivered?"
"Send it to Xiangjiang within a month."
Liu Lehua was in a good mood and clapped his hands together, "Reliable."
Zhang Jing smiled and robbed the victim of his money, converted the money into gold, and then sold the gold back to the victim.
show!
After sending Liu Lehua away, Zhang Jing's expression turned ugly. He was being followed, but he didn't know it at all.
It's not that I'm not careful, it's that the enemy's tracking methods are too good. I need to practice more on this. There are ready-made teachers on the farm, including Lao Daijin and Mike.
After two days of rest at the Old Boy Hotel, Zhang Jing went out on a mission on the morning of the third day.
I don’t know what Lao Daijin and the others will do, but Zhang Jing’s task is to squat on the roof of an apartment building.
1,700 meters away, stare at a T-shaped intersection with open terrain. At about 10:05, stop the eastbound police car. It only takes two minutes.
Although Lao Daijin was worried, he had completely left his friend's escape route to Zhang Jing.
As for how the boss brought that big gun to Miami and whether it could hit a moving car.
I don’t know any of this, I just have unconditional trust.
When the time came to 9:30 in the morning, Zhang Jing came from the sewer to the back door of the target apartment building.
Change clothes in advance in the sewer, and then push open the manhole cover.
Playing the role of an fx courier, wearing fake eye pupils and makeup, he arrived on the rooftop of the apartment building ten minutes early.
Worried about not being able to hit the moving car, Zhang Jing took out his ranging telescope and observed the distance from the roof of the building to the T-shaped intersection, so that he had a rough idea.
At 10:04:35, on the west side of the T-intersection, there was indeed a police car rushing eastward with blaring sirens.
Because the sirens were on, the few cars on the road gave way.
Zhang Jing aimed, and when the security vehicle passed through the middle of the T-shaped intersection, the muzzle of the gun was slightly deflected, leaving 3-4 seconds of flight time before firing the first shot.
Without taking your eyes off the scope, load the second shot.
When 4 seconds passed, the bullet missed the engine and hit the trunk, and the car continued to move forward.
The second shot was fired decisively.
His mentality was a bit messed up, and the second shot did not hit the car.
Abandoning the big gun, Zhang Jing opened a tarp in front of him, revealing a 60mm mortar underneath.
The angle is adjusted in advance, a suitable shell appears in your hand, is thrown into the barrel, and fired instantly.
The movement continued, and the second shot followed.
Pausing, Zhang Jing held up a telescope to observe the T-shaped highway.
The first one hit the road about 5 meters in front of the security vehicle, causing the vehicle to rush down the roadbed and lose kinetic energy.
The second shot missed.
Old Daikin said, just delay for two minutes.
After the mission was completed, Zhang Jing ran away decisively. He came from the sewer of the apartment building and left from the sewer. He appeared in the famous Palm Beach half an hour later, barefoot, wearing big shorts, and holding ice juice in his hand.
Hooking up with pretty girls in bikinis.
very happy.
Pushing the time forward ten minutes, Lao Daijin and his friends were in different places and had completed their tasks.
Because they had to take photos, all four targets were assassinated at close range.
The risk of close-range killing was a bit high, but fortunately, they all escaped successfully and no one was in danger.
....
Edward W. Suh is a reporter for Sky TV in Miami. He and his partner are at 3161 Furong Street, Miami.
Half an hour ago, Schwepp, a local resident in his forties, was shot dead in front of his home.
The body was still there, surrounded by a cordon of security police.
Detectives and medical examiners are examining the bodies to make sure no clues have been missed or compromised.
As a journalist, Edward W. Suh was no stranger to shootings.
An average of 90-100 people die from various shootings every day across the country. As a big city with a large population, Miami naturally has shootings that occur frequently.
He was already used to it, so he didn't pay much attention to this kind of report.
Mechanical reporting, the kind that copes with work.
However, when he found out that the deceased Schwep was one of the four members on the ea6b plane in 1998.
As a reporter, Edward has a keen sense of conspiracy.
As if to test their conjecture, in less than an hour, I heard that three other people from the same crew were killed in three other states in the United States.
It has been established that this was revenge, a deliberate revenge that spanned two decades.
Some people died, but not completely...
