"President, we have already settled the entrance of the cave." said the confidant.

"Yeah." Zheng Baiwan nodded, very satisfied. He looked back at the tightly blocked hole, and waved his fat hand: "Let's go!"

The words are finished.

"Boom!" A loud bang!

Just like slow motion in movies.

I saw dazzling fire bursting out from the gap between the obstacles at the entrance of the cave, and a lot of smoke came out, and the smell of gunpowder was swaying.

In the violent explosion, the obstacles were split into pieces, mixed with gravels, and they flew backwards, just like a rain of mud and stones.

The two behind were the first to be hit by the sudden collapse of mud and stone rain. The messy things almost buried them alive.

"President, be careful!"

The closest confidant, who was wise and quick, quickly threw Zheng Baiwan to the ground and avoided the attack of mud and stone rain.

Another confidant held the m1911a1 pistol in both hands, aiming at the entrance of the cave with blue smoke, as if facing a great enemy.

Cold sweat dripped on his forehead, his calves trembled involuntarily, and even his Adam's apple rolled subconsciously, making him extremely nervous.

Sudden--

A round thing flew out of the hole and threw it directly to his feet.

"Gudong!", and two bombs were bombed!

Taking advantage of the street lights not far away, take a closer look—

He immediately burst into tears and shouted:

"Melon! Lying down!"

He slapped to the ground regardless of everything, hugging his head with both hands, and his head was almost buried in the soil.

It is completely incomprehensible how the killer brought so many arms in.

Zheng Baiwan and another confidant were about to get up when they heard a melon again, so they hurriedly lay on the ground and continued to "support the corpse".

However……

"Everyone, is it very comfortable on the ground? Do you like to lie on the ground so much? You stick your butt so high? I don't have special hobbies."

The Ghost King Mask was joking, walked out with a swagger, bent down, picked up the melon, put it in his left hand, and threw it one by one to play with it.

The eyes in the eye hole of the mask were filled with playful light.

It turned out that the melon had not pulled out the pull-up ring at all.

"What?!"

Several people felt humiliated.

The confidant who was being tricked reacted first, grabbed the m1911a1 pistol at hand, lie on the ground, and attempted to shoot at the initiator.

However--

"Kakukkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

Liu Jianming's mini-uzi in his right hand rushed to fire first.

"Puff puff puff puff puff puff!"

Blood splashed, and the confidant screamed and was beaten into a sieve.

All the rest were shocked!

"Um……"

A confidant who was buried in the mud and stone rain chanted, but because his buried posture was a little wrong, he struggled a little.

"Kakukkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

After the crisp sound of mini-uzi's shooting, the guy also turned into a blood sieve and followed the footsteps upstairs.

"Don't shoot! Don't shoot!"

Zheng Baiwan, the old fat man, begged for mercy, raised his hands above his head, made a surrender gesture, and shouted:

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say!"

"hehe!"

A sarcastic laughter came from under the Ghost King's mask.

He played with the melon in his left hand, and rushed to him with mini-uzi in his right hand, looked down at him condescendingly, and asked, "You are Zheng Baiwan, President Zheng?"

"It's me! It's me!" Zheng Baiwan quickly admitted, his head was like a chicken pecking at rice.

"This guy wearing the Ghost King mask is so poisonous. He didn't kill me immediately. There must be a possibility of negotiation." Zheng Baiwan said intently. He clasped his fists and made begging gestures, tilting his head:

"Brother, as long as you put me in one go, all the 10 million US dollars in this box will belong to you."

He opened the cash box, revealing stacks of brand new US dollars, and could smell the intoxicating printing smell.

He knelt on the ground, held the money box with both hands, raised it above his head, and begged the Ghost King's mask to accept it with a smile.

"hehe!"

The Ghost King Mask smiled. He really admired the old fat man Zheng Baiwan now. He was able to climb to such a high position and put down his figure to ask for help. He was really a person who did big things.

"My employer bids to kill you for 10 million US dollars, and you still get the same amount and ask me to let you go. Do you think I am stupid? Or are you stupid?" asked the Ghost King Mask with a smile.

"No, no, no... You are wrong about me." Zheng Baiwan said hurriedly: "Ten million is just a gift for meeting and make friends. If you promise to kill your employer for me, I will pay double - 20 million US dollars! A deposit of ten million US dollars can be paid in advance."

“…”

The Ghost King mask was silent and seemed a little moved.

When Zheng Baiwan saw the door, he immediately saw Poxia Lu take out the check book and wrote down a 10 million US dollars deposit on the spot, put it in the cash box, and hold it at the feet of the Ghost King's mask.

"Your Excellency, how dare you ask if your employer is He Changqing?" Zheng Baiwan asked carefully with his head down.

“…”

The Ghost King Mask was silent for a moment and said, "The rules of our business cannot reveal the employer's name."

"It's really that bastard!" Zheng Baiwan said in his heart. Although the Ghost King's Mask did not admit it in words, based on some of his details, you can guess it just by guessing.

Zheng Baiwan, who worked hard for most of his life, had eaten more salt than most people had eaten, and many things could be guessed without explicitly saying it.

"That bastard He Changqing actually spent 10 million US dollars to buy my life! My life is too worthless. Unfortunately, such a powerful killer is definitely more than this price. That bastard is too stingy and destined to regret it for the rest of his life!" Zheng Baiwan said in his heart.

"He helped me kill He Changqing, all 30 million US dollars are yours. I will also give you Zheng's high-end VIP commemorative coins."

He took out another exquisitely cast platinum coin, placed it on the US dollar in the cash box, and pressed it on the surface of the check.

This kind of high V commemorative coin cannot be bought by money, and you can enjoy supreme services in any club under Zheng's enterprise.

It is something that many high-ranking people dream of.

The Ghost King mask twisted the high V commemorative coins as big as a bottle cap and played with it. Although the platinum on the surface of the coin is gilded, it is at a high price of 10 million US dollars per gram of platinum (platinum in this world is extremely rare, please do not link it to the real world, and there will be no extra details in the future). The cost of this coin alone is not expensive.

He silently took down the coins and snatched Zheng Baiwan's check book and pen.

Just when Zheng Baiwan thought he was greedy and wanted to fill in more money, the other party returned the written account book.

The Ghost King Mask looked at the checking account book and said to Zheng Baiwan: "Send the files of He Changqing and his important subordinates to this email."

After he said that, he closed the cash box with a "bang!" and walked away from here with ten million US dollars in cash and a check of equivalent value, and disappeared in the night.
Chapter completed!