Mr. He, don't mess around

Chapter 477 Do You Think You Can Still Use It?

"Yes." The subordinate took the USB flash drive and was about to go to the bathroom.

But He Hanchuan called out to stop him, "Wait."

While shouting, he picked up the cup of boiling water and poured it on the half of the portfolio.

The subordinate stopped, looked at Mr. Zou, and waited for his order.

"Don't pay attention to him, let's go." Mr. Zou waved his hand casually, and said to He Hanchuan with a big smile, "It's burned like this, do you think it can still be used?"

After speaking, he said to another subordinate: "Give me the walkie-talkie."

He wanted to personally issue an order to kill He Hanchuan, the only person who dared to threaten him!

He Hanchuan sneered: "Why don't you take it apart and have a look, what's inside?"

"What do you mean, it's not an account book?" Mr. Zou smiled, and put the walkie-talkie back to his mouth.

He Hanchuan leaned on the sofa with a mocking face.

Mr. Zou frowned, and pulled out the contents of the portfolio a few times——

"Don't try to use me as a hostage to threaten me. The one who took the things is my subordinate, and he only obeys my orders. Don't even try to bribe my subordinates like bribing President Li's wife."

"I can guarantee that even if you search for everyone, you may not be able to find that person."

Before Mr. Zou opened his mouth to threaten, He Hanchuan blocked all possibilities.

Mr. Zou leaned slightly, his eyes were full of mischief, "Do you really think that I will act according to your plan?"

"Of course not." He Hanchuan said: "Mr. Zou can also choose to die with me. I die and you go to jail. But I don't think you should choose that way."

click!

Mr. Zou snatched the pistol from his subordinate, loaded it, pointed it at He Hanchuan, and said grimly, "Do you think you can guess my thoughts?"

He put the muzzle of the black gun on He Hanchuan's head, and gritted his teeth, "I can kill you with one shot right now, and then fly away with my family before Zhou and those idiots find evidence!"

The heating was turned on in the room, which was very warm, in stark contrast to the cold body of the gun.

A layer of sweat broke out in He Hanchuan's palms, but his face remained unchanged, "If you really chose to do this, you wouldn't talk so much nonsense to me now!"

Mr. Zou stared at him without any reaction, only the body of the gun trembled almost imperceptibly.

This reaction was very small, but He Hanchuan, who was highly nervous, still noticed it.He breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed the pistol, and pressed hard on his forehead.

"You can shoot now! Mr. Zhou and the others don't have enough evidence to take you away, but with my life, they can take you away easily and investigate slowly."

His voice was very soft, but it weighed heavily on Mr. Zou's heart like a huge boulder.

The central government should have started investigating him a long time ago. The reason why they didn't do anything is that the evidence in their hands is not enough.If he killed He Hanchuan now, it would be giving him the handle.

Snapped!
Mr. Zou threw the gun on the table with a gloomy face, asked his subordinate for a cigarette, sat on the sofa, and gloomily exhaled a puff of smoke, "Sit."

He Hanchuan lingered on the gun on the table for a while, sat down, and said indifferently: "Mr. Zou is going to seriously negotiate a deal with me this time?"

"You are so smart, how dare I play tricks?" Mr. Zou took another puff and threw the cigarette on the half of the novel that was not yet burned.

The cigarette butts flickered on and off, and soon burned.

"If Mr. Zou had seriously discussed the deal with me from the very beginning, I wouldn't be on guard against you like a thief." He Hanchuan said.

At first, Mr. Zou wanted to wait for He Hanchuan to come and kill him after he got the information, but he didn't expect to be tricked by him.

Now the plan is completely messed up, so he can only follow He Hanchuan's wishes.

"If I give you the person, but you don't give me the account book, what will I do?" Mr. Zou picked up the cold water and splashed it on the novel with only a puddle of ashes left, his eyes full of hatred.

He Hanchuan acted as if he hadn't seen it, "Send someone to get the ledger at the place I designated, and I'll pick up Xiang Wan here. When he gets the ledger, I pick up Xiang Wan. He can come back, and so can I." Leave, Mr. Zou agree?"

"You are smart."

"you flatter me."

Someone came over and cleaned up the ashes on the table.

He Hanchuan and Mr. Zou sat opposite each other, neither of them said anything.But perhaps it was Mr. Zou who specifically explained that the red dots of the sniper rifle fell into He Hanchuan's eyes from time to time, with a hint of warning.

After about half an hour.

A male voice sounded from the intercom on the table, "Here we are."

He Hanchuan's eyes lit up almost invisibly, and he sat up straighter.

"Then invite Miss Xiang up." Mr. Zou frowned.

The people over there paused for a while, hesitated for a long time, and didn't say anything.

Mr. Zou was deflated by He Hanchuan, and his chest was full of anger at the moment, "What are you? I asked you to invite Miss Xiang up, can't you understand human speech?"

"No, no. Among the people who came back," the man's voice became weaker and weaker, "Miss Xiang was not. The third child said that they dragged behind the old man's congratulators for a while, and asked the three brothers to take Xiang Wan first." Come back. Logically speaking..."

Mr. Zou's heart skipped a beat, he hurriedly glanced at He Hanchuan, and scolded: "Shut up! Immediately contact the person who brought Miss Xiang, and order them to bring Miss Xiang to me within 10 minutes!"

To be on the safe side, he asked people to drive the most common black Volkswagen.He was worried that if he was discovered by someone who hijacked Xiangwan, he would easily merge into the traffic and escape.

But now it seems... Could it be that the car that took Xiang Wan was not arranged by him, but was just misunderstood by his subordinates?
He Hanchuan squinted his eyes slightly, and the black people in the photos on the news flashed in his mind, and he also guessed this possibility.

But he has not confirmed yet, and he can't leave rashly like this.

"But... but... But the third brother said that he didn't see the appearance of those brothers clearly, and he didn't know who to contact." Before Mr. Zou got angry, the man said quickly: "But the third brother remembers the license plate number. I have already contacted the traffic police, and I will be able to find the owner's information immediately."

(End of this chapter)