Zhang Heng's words calmed the entire garden.

The polite expression on Mr. G's face also gradually restrained. He did not answer Zhang Heng at the first time, but turned his gaze to the traitor bodyguard at his feet and said to the latter.

"You have been with me for three years. Even though I know that I hate traitors the most, I still did such a thing, which made me very disappointed with you."

"I know that I made a mistake and do not ask for your forgiveness. I just want you to give me another chance to make up for the mistakes I made before." The traitor bodyguard begged.

"But what you made is not a small mistake," Mr. G said lightly, "You should be here that day, too. I saw Mr. Zhang Heng passing through the hurdles, defeating the masters I found, and finally brought back Niujiao Su in advance to complete the entire process of the test. However, it is precisely because of your existence that even if Mr. Zhang Heng performed so well, I still couldn't really hand over the courier's task to him. In the end, so many misunderstandings were caused and they came to the point of mutual distrust."

"I..." The traitor bodyguard was silent.

"It's not that I don't want to give you another chance, but you should be very clear about how important it is to get the goods back to our subsequent plans. In fact, without the goods, there will be no follow-up matters. How can I give you another chance?" Mr. G put down the teacup in his hand.

The traitor bodyguard looked panicked.

"In addition, I would like to remind you that you asked for the wrong person. Mr. Zhang Heng, who is by your side, is the key to keeping our career going. It is better to ask him if you ask me."

When the traitor bodyguard heard this, he seemed to grab a straw and turned his expectant eyes to Zhang Heng.

As a result, the latter had already spoken one step ahead and said calmly, "I like the words I heard on the way here before, in the end we all have to pay the price for what we have done."

After saying that, Zhang Heng made a gesture of invitation.

Mr. G, the opposite side, narrowed his eyes, and then said nothing, suddenly pulled out the pistol from Manager Zheng's waist, and before everyone could react, the traitor bodyguard on the ground was shot and the head was blown.

The latter's body fell weakly to the ground, and the blood that flew up when he was shot at the head was even splattered on the corner of Zhang Heng's clothes. Then Mr. G turned his muzzle to Fengzi on the other side.

"Mr. Zhang Heng's heart is even harder than I thought. What about her? I heard that she has helped you a lot tonight?"

"If you touch her, you will never get the memory encoder again." Zhang Heng's tone was still calm, without any threatening tone, but anyone could hear the threat in his words, and no one suspected that he would do it.

"I hate this kind of development, too," said Mr. G. "Believe it or not, I am actually very disgusted with violence. Sometimes, when the road to peace cannot be understood, we have to try to resort to violence."

"Does your so-called road to peace not work? Does it mean that you unilaterally requested and were rejected?" Zhang Heng asked back.

Mr. G said coldly, "Do you want me to remind you? You sent me an email saying that you wanted to talk about the memory encoder. I agreed and asked someone to go to the station to invite you here. I agreed to the request you made as long as I can do, showing enough sincerity, but you did not have any politeness or attitude in negotiations. Maybe I should remind you about whose chassis is here."

"Well, you have done a good job," Zhang Heng, as if he hadn't seen the gun in Mr. G's hand, picked up the teapot on the table and poured a cup for Fengzi and himself, and then continued.

"I was worried that when I returned to the first floor, I hid the memory encoder where I hid it, so I asked someone to wait for me directly at the door of the station to make sure I didn't have any time to do anything. Then I turned to the residence of the bodyguard who betrayed you halfway, and warned me what would happen if I was going to fight against you by killing his family. I also pushed the unilateral teardown of the agreement on your bodyguard. I played the sympathy card with the latter, and finally decided to tear my face after finding it invalid. I threatened me more directly by killing him and intimidating my companions. Maybe that's it."

Zhang Heng paused, "But unfortunately, the memory encoder is indeed not on me, or rather, I will not bring it back to the first level until you complete my three requirements."

"Did you leave the memory encoder on the second layer?" This was the first time Mr. G was out of control tonight, so he didn't even realize that he had knocked down his teacup.

He never expected that Zhang Heng took such a big risk and killed so many opponents before he got the opportunity to bring back the memory encoder, but in the end he gave up.

"You have a good saying, this is indeed your territory, so I thought about it and it is safer to leave the memory encoder on the second floor." Zhang Heng said lightly, "Facts prove that my decision is indeed very predictive."

"You shouldn't have done this. Where did you put the memory encoder on the second floor? Is that place safe? Does anyone else know..." Mr. G's speech was as fast as a machine gun, and he raised a series of questions.

"Don't worry, the federal police thought I was dead in that fire."

"But once you remove the shielding device from your hands, the locator under your cerebral cortex will tell the people in Morgan that you are still alive."

"Indeed, this is also why you'd better help me arrange the surgery quickly." Zhang Heng said.

Mr. G was so upset by someone's words, "You brought nothing back, and you still want me to perform surgery on you and take out the locator?"

"Yes, if you still want to get a memory encoder." Zhang Heng said.

As a result, Mr. G had not answered yet, and suddenly there was a roar of engines outside. A red motorcycle rushed from the street in the distance, but did not slow down until it approached the garden.

The two bodyguards outside the door wanted to step forward to stop them, but when they saw who was in the car, they stopped at the same time. In the end, the motorcycle smashed the glass door of the garden and rushed in, and kept stopping. It was not until the last moment when they were about to hit Mr. G's dining table that the rider on the motorcycle released the accelerator and pulled down the brake lever. The motorcycle drew a semicircle on the ground and finally stopped.

Miss f then took off the helmet from her head with her mechanical prosthesis and threw it in front of Mr. G.

"I will explain this to you later." Mr. G said.
Chapter completed!