School flower's personal dragon

Hearing that it was a killer, the fat boss was suddenly startled again.He opened his mouth and wanted to shout for help, but then found that he could no longer speak.

For an ordinary person, suddenly unable to speak, one can imagine how terrified he was, thinking that the killer in front of him had used some kind of magic.

"Don't waste your efforts and don't waste my time."

Yang Dagen walked up to the fat boss with a blank expression on his face. The cashier next to him took a pen and paper, put it in front of the latter, and said, "Write it on paper, who ordered you to upload those photos online to frame a man called A student of Yang Dagen."

"It turned out to be for this matter!"

The fat boss's body trembled suddenly, his eyes were horrified, but Yang Dagen was wearing a long-billed peaked cap, so he couldn't see his face at all, all he saw was half of his jaw showing murderous intent.

Holding the pen tremblingly, the fat boss lowered his head, and the shrewd eyeballs unique to businessmen were erratic.

He gained a huge sum of money by uploading those photos, and it is said that the person behind the frame of Yang Dagen is a very powerful person, and he can't afford to offend him.

This point was later confirmed by him himself. On the Internet, through many channels, he could not find out his IP address, as if it never existed.

The means of the people behind the scenes can be said to cover the sky, the boss naturally dare not tell the truth, but now he is even more afraid of the killer in front of him, afraid that the killer will kill him with one blow.

After a pause, he thought of an idea that neither party would be offended, and he could save his life.Immediately, it was written on paper.

Yang Dagen was watching, but soon he was dumbfounded.

Unexpectedly, the fat boss made up a character who framed Yang Dagen. He didn't know the name of this character, he only knew the nickname "Tianlong", and he was a well-known Atlantis mercenary.After telling him to upload the photos, he left without anyone noticing.

After finishing writing, the fat boss pretended to be regretful, and handed the written things to Yang Dagen respectfully.

"This Tianlong, how do you know?" Yang Dagen's facial muscles kept twitching, he didn't know whether he was angry or couldn't laugh or cry.

The fat boss hurriedly said: "Si! This man is amazing. I saw it in the last issue of a military magazine. It seems that he blew up an Indian battleship a few months ago. Now the entire Indian military , The whole world wants to hunt down this person."

"Really? What do you mean, it was Tianlong who asked you to frame Yang Dagen?"

"Yes, it is."

tom!

With a lightning strike, he kicked the fat boss away like a football, and slammed into the shelf at the back. What famous cigarettes and wines and other things splashed all over the floor.

The fat boss, on the other hand, vomited blood, like a dead dog, struggling in panic among the piles of goods, his face pale and dead silent.

If he made up the name of another mercenary, maybe Yang Dagen would have some faith.

However, how did he know that he was smart enough to never write the word "Tianlong", especially in front of the real "Tianlong".

special!

Dare to get into your mouth, this matter, I framed myself!

Yang Dagen had a gloomy face and heavy footsteps. He walked all the way, picked up the fat boss who was exhausted, and said coldly: "You are just a small character, don't play yourself to death. I will give you another chance. Tell what you know, or you will die."

The fat boss trembled, and nodded hurriedly after hearing this.

He was really terrified now, his stomach ached so badly, but for the sake of his life, he didn't dare to be cautious anymore, and truthfully explained things on paper.

Ten minutes later, Yang Dagen walked out of the cold drink shop.

Next, he spent an afternoon searching for the remaining twelve IP addresses. He did not kill anyone, but crushed a few tough arms. All the information he got pointed to a person named "God". "The Left Hand" mysterious organization.

This organization is not like those underworld forces who lick blood at the knife's edge to kill people and steal goods. They don't kill people, they just engage in some well-planned activities to help their employers collect evidence and frame them.

Sometimes this method is used to collect evidence of crimes committed by powerful officials and rich people, and to take the opportunity to extort money.

It is a very mysterious organization that changes places with one shot. It seems to be worthy of the name.

Therefore, if Yang Dagen wants to clean himself up, he must find the organization "God's Left Hand" before they leave.

But unfortunately, from the thirteen places where the photos were uploaded, he didn't know where the organization's lair was, and even the phone number left behind was canceled.

The sky faded, and night fell.

The largest casino in Spring City, Honduras, welcomed a young guest with a peaked cap.

This young man, obviously Yang Dagen, held in his hand the unspent 20 cash from last time, exchanged chips at the counter, and began to roam the lobby on the first floor.

He didn't come to gamble, but came to this gambling city to throw stones and ask for directions. If the left hand of God dared to come to Chunjiang City, he would more or less know some local snakeheads. Otherwise, where would the organization's business come from and how would it make money? .

I walked around the first floor a few times, mingled with the crowd to play a few games, and inadvertently asked a few seemingly respectable gamblers, but I didn't get any information.

"Am I wrong, those people wouldn't come to this kind of place?" Yang Dagen thought in silence.

At this time, a gambler with a small, bum-like appearance came behind Yang Dagen and said with a flattering smile, "Little brother, are you looking for the left hand of God?"

Yang Dagen turned his head when he heard the sound, no matter how he looked at it, the other party didn't seem to be someone who knew the mysterious organization like God's Left Hand, but he still nodded.

"You know them?"

The little wretch shook his head, but said proudly, "I don't know him, but I heard someone mention it in the bathroom on the first floor when I went to the bathroom just now."

"Then where are they now?"

With a smile, the little bastard stretched out his hand to Yang Dagen, "Give me all the chips in your hand, and I will tell you."

Upon hearing this, Yang Dagen was delighted.What the hell, no wonder you came over and said this to me, I dare to lose and have no money, and treat Lao Tzu as a fool!

"Okay, let's talk, as long as you point out those people for me, the 30 in my hand will be yours."

The little wretch looked ecstatic, so he followed Yang Dagen to a remote corner in the distance, but soon he was crying, and Yang Dagen walked out with his shoulders pressed down.

"You just can't control your hands now, but if you don't cooperate with me, I will make your feet unable to control, and it will be permanent."

"Okay, okay, I will cooperate, I don't want the money, brother, please forgive me..."

"Hey, as long as you point out those people for me, not only will I let you go, but if I'm in a good mood, I might even give you money to gamble back."

Hearing what he said, the little bastard suddenly turned from sadness to joy, and nodded wildly, "Well, let me tell you, those people went to the third floor, but, but you can't go up, you need at least 100 million gambling money to go to the third floor .”

"One million, this is easy to handle, follow me to collect the money." Yang Dagen smiled mysteriously. He used to be a master of cheating in Las Vegas casinos.