C1 Wedge
Middle East
Not far away, on a brown leather sofa, there was a gentleman with an English style lazily leaning on the sofa. His long fingers hooked onto the wine glass on the tea table and gracefully placed the red wine in his mouth. He looked at the watch on his wrist, his deep eyes looked like a door that was tightly shut, as though he was waiting for something …
"Clasp ~ ~ ~"
At nine o'clock, when the needle had just arrived, a knock sounded on the door.
"Enter!" The lazy voice was like the sound of nature, biting into one's heartstrings.
The door opened and a man in black wearing sunglasses walked in. He took off his sunglasses and handed a brown paper bag over respectfully.
Su Rao, successor of Dechuan Group, Rh negative O type.
"Return to the Dechuan tomorrow!"
"Understood!" Young Lord! "
After the black-clothed man left, he put the information in his hand to the side, walked back to his desk, and picked up some old picture frames on the table. With a gentle and light smile on his face, he closed his eyes and lightly kissed.
"Ding, ding ~ ~ ~"
The cold bell rang and he picked up the phone. His originally exquisite face was suddenly covered by a chill. He put down the phone and walked out.
The black sports car stopped in front of an abandoned factory. As soon as the car stopped, a few figures nearby ran towards him.
"Young Lord!"
"How is it?" As he spoke, he walked into the factory that was already open for business.
"Our goods have been turned in, and his donation has fled! "Damn it!"
The person who spoke was a dark skinned, tall and sturdy man with a fierce face. The more he spoke, the angrier he got, so he directly kicked the oil barrel next to him to the ground.
Everyone present looked at each other in dismay before they shut their mouths. In the terrorist faction, Ed had a notorious bad temper, or more accurately, on this road, who didn't know that he, Ed, had a bad temper. If someone messed with him, he would be unhappy, and then they would directly blast their entire nest, and they would definitely not waste a single word with you!
"Young Lord, there's a spy!" Ed gritted his teeth and spoke with determination.
"Pa ~ ~ ~"
The heavy applause resounded through the workshop. Everyone sucked in a cold breath of air. The previously enraged Ed was like a bucket of ice water instantly extinguishing a fire. He became very quiet.
"If you dare say another word, I'll kill you!"
Looking at the cold face of the man next to him, the furious Ed covered his face and retreated to the side. Everyone quietly waited for what would happen next.
A middle-aged man was ruthlessly kicked onto the ground. Blood dripped from the corners of his mouth as he looked in terror at the young man that pointed a gun at him.
"Please spare me, Young Lord!" I don't dare, I don't dare anymore! "
"Spare our lives?"
He sneered as he said those two words. The pistol in his hand directly hit the thigh of the middle-aged man, instantly causing bright red blood to flow out. Everyone sucked in a cold breath of air; they had never imagined that a spy of the terrorist faction who had been caught by the young lord would end up in such a terrible situation.
The middle-aged man with two legs that were shot by the gun looked at the puddle of blood on the ground, crying but no one dared to plead for him. That kind of heart-wrenching pain caused sweat to pour out of his forehead like rain.
He squatted down and took out a handkerchief from his pocket. He wiped the muzzle of his gun and said, "I heard that you have a daughter. Since you've worked so hard for so many years, why don't you let your daughter, the stepfather, do it?"
"No!" The frightened shout contained a trace of anger. Just as he was about to open his mouth to say something, he was stopped by the bullet. His forehead turned red and his eyes widened as he fell into a pool of blood.
"His daughter will act as a comfort to his brothers who have suffered today!"
"Thank you, Young Lord!" Hearing this, the crowd was stirred up, and the cheers seemed to want to tear the whole factory asunder.
