It is located southeast of Yuankanfen, next to the highway.
Inside the white van truck, through the high-altitude drone lens, I saw my teammates being harvested quickly, and the remaining three were shocked and sad.
I never expected death to come so quickly.
The seven-man team turned into a three-man team in the blink of an eye. Those who were alive did not dare to stay longer, so they started their cars and left.
Fifteen minutes later, the nearest security patrol arrived.
Breaking into a farm with a gun and being killed by the farm guard is tantamount to dying in vain.
There is no dispute, no court appearance, no explanation, no compensation.
Not only were there no consequences, the security police also helped clean up the scene and made the ground clean again.
At the same time, Higgins, who was near the Los Angeles County Yamen, learned that the second assassination attempt had failed.
This made him realize that Zhang Jing was fishing on purpose, and no matter how many people went there, they would die.
This drives him crazy!
It was decided to send people to Area D and the Royal Court in the hope of kidnapping Jennifer, Zhou Manmiao, Liang Jieshu, and Wang Sisi.
If you send people to these two places, you need to wait for a visa, which can take almost a week, sometimes a month, and the visa may be refused.
If we really wait a week or two, we don't know how many people in the Marquis Dilian family will die.
What's terrible is that members of the Marquis Dilian family are being hunted and killed everywhere.
At this moment, five people have died in intentional attacks.
All of this happened within 32 hours. Jack Zhang's decisiveness and execution ability made him feel chills down his spine and under great pressure.
After careful consideration, Higgins called the boss, Dillian Gailey.
Six-thirty in the morning.
Dilian Gailey, who had thin hair, called Zhang Jing personally.
"Jack, I am Dillian Galli, the current head of the Marquis Dilian family," Dilian Galli said in a friendly tone, "I admit defeat and the war stops."
Zhang Jing didn't expect Dilian Gailey to call him personally, but he was the Marquis.
After thinking for a second, just for a second, Zhang Jing said with full malice, "Let Higgins jump from the building in the city center first, and then we can talk."
"Jack Zhang," Dylan Gailey reminded on the other side of the phone, "you have to know how to behave!"
"Ha!" Zhang Jing wanted to curse, "Either you jump yourself and the grudge is over."
"One hundred million pounds," Dylan Gailey gritted his teeth on the other side of the phone, "the feud is over."
You can't watch Zhang Jing always make hundreds of millions. A small goal of one pound is definitely a big deal, and he is sincere.
But Dilian Gaili was not the first veteran Zhang Jing had met. He had already guessed his other intentions and counter-offered vigorously:
“The Marquess of Dillon’s family owns the Port of Brighton;
In the suburbs, there is a five hundred acres of land and manor next to the Thames. I want both. "
"You checked so clearly!" The hatred in Dilian Gailey's heart has solidified.
He originally wanted to forcefully buy Zhang Jing's AT, but he didn't expect that the other party would turn around and rob his property. Read the book
What is this called?
When a robber meets a robber, both eyes burst into tears?
"Okay," Dylan Gailey pretended to think for three seconds before agreeing, "ask your people to stop."
Obviously, Dilian Gailey had no intention of letting Zhang Jing subdue him, so he did not set a trap on the phone.
"This won't work," Zhang Jing declined politely, "unless the transaction procedures are completed first."
Seeing that his delaying method was seen through, Dillian Gailey gave up his pretense and directly yelled, "Jack Zhang, I will make you regret being born!"
Listening to Dilian Gailey's heroic words, Zhang Jing was not surprised or surprised at all.
Because the moment he let Old Dai Jin go out to bite someone, he never thought of reconciling with the Dilian family.
Even if you promise to reconcile, you must insist on doing the right thing until all the core members of the Dilian family are dead.
It's not Zhang Jinghuai, the responsibility lies entirely with Dilian Gailey.
'I won't sell it today, but I will give it to you tomorrow.
There is no need for more contact or more understanding. One sentence proves that this is a severely evil family.
With a firm idea in his mind, Zhang Jing spoke calmly, but with hidden murderous intent, "If I were not restricted from leaving the country, I would go to London to talk to you about life in person."
We parted on bad terms and hung up the phone.
In order to get Zhang Jing to come to London, Dillon Gailey began to move up and down, trying to get Zhang Jing's departure restriction order from the Ministry of Commerce.
In this case, all he had to do was wait for work and find a way to kill Zhang Jing in London.
The sooner Zhang Jing dies, the sooner the war will end, because Dilian Gailey worked hard.
Zhang Jing could probably guess that Dilian Gailey would help, so he drove away from the abandoned villa and planned to go to the bullpen area to prepare something delicious for himself.
Passing by the reservoir, I took out the camouflaged leaves of the black charred wood.
Going to the living area, there are more than 20 houses here, including employee apartments, kitchens, agricultural machinery warehouses, oil depots, etc.
All of this is built around a cobblestone-paved courtyard of about 800 square meters.
Like a dot, spreading outward.
There were only five people in the warehouse-style cafeteria, Mike's African-American wife Liz and their three biracial children.
The older one is in junior high school and the younger one is in elementary school.
Personal Secret Barbie is also there, and the five of them are having breakfast.
After a brief greeting, Zhang Jing went to the kitchen to look for food.
In the industrial-style, stainless-steel kitchen, Zhang Jing went straight to the large horizontal refrigerator and found beef balls inside.
Defrost it in the microwave, heat water to cook the noodles, and peel three garlic cloves.
Have breakfast together.
Holding a noodle bowl, Zhang Jing, Barbie, and Lizzie's family sat at a round table.
"Boss, how did you sleep in the abandoned villa last night?" Barbie didn't know at this time that there had been a gunfight in the abandoned villa two hours ago.
"It's pretty good," Zhang Jing said in a good mood, "I'm having the same old problem again and can't sleep in bed."
Zhang Jing has always thought that he might have neurasthenia.
At the beginning, sleeping in the stable, the warehouse and the floor felt very good and safe.
Sleeping in a big bed will cause insomnia.
Later it was changed to hugging my girlfriend.
When his girlfriend is not around, he hugs Smarties, or other sons and daughters.
In this way, you can sleep soundly in bed.
Now a group of biological sons and daughters are missing, and Zhang Jing feels that his neurasthenia has returned.
Barbie didn't know Zhang Jing had neurasthenia, she just thought he had special hobbies, "No wonder you never thought about decorating it."
"If we decorate it well," Zhang Jing complained while chewing beef balls, "the property tax will be very high."
Many times, Zhang Jing hated that the real estate tax in Meng District was not friendly to the rich.
Too expensive.
If you pay 30+ years of property tax for a house with an assessed value of 10 million yuan, you can still buy one.
In 60 and 70 years, I can buy two more sets.
The same is true for houses worth 1 million yuan.
Real estate tax is like an invisible whip, urging everyone to have a job and savings. If they want to live in peace, they can only become homeless.
If you don’t want to lose your house and have no countryside to return to, you can only work to death.
Therefore, people in the League District are very envious of District D on this matter.
What's more, Zhang Jingben is a pragmatic person.
Thinking about the hard days I had lived before, the difficult time of catching a mosquito and licking it... I was distracted, and Hua's cell phone in his pocket began to vibrate.
