Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 134 Gifts (Whether Ding Qing kills or not, forget it, write according to my idea, and fulfill their brotherhood)

"Gifts? Why! You all have learned to bring me presents now!"

The roof of a high-rise mansion near the beach, Long Island, New York City,

The top-floor duplex worth tens of millions of dollars comes with a super-large top-floor infinity pool.

From above, the water in the swimming pool seems to be integrated with the sea and sky.

Tang Song was wrapped in a bath towel, lying lazily on the beach chair, drinking freshly squeezed iced orange juice, watching the two women playing in the swimming pool.

In the swimming pool, Fox and Skye, who hadn't seen each other for a long time, soaked in the swimming pool in three-point swimsuits, backstroke and butterfly strokes from time to time, playing and playing in various ways.

By the pool, Zheng Daeun was dressed in a black and white Gothic maid outfit, proudly using a juicer to squeeze fresh orange juice for Boss Tang.

"Boss, the chairman, vice-chairman and several directors and directors of the Golden Gate Group have all been dealt with now!
But Ding Qingren, the No. [-] member of the Golden Gate Group, is in prison..."

In Seoul, inside a safe house of the Assassin Brotherhood, Sloan paced the room, satellite phone in hand.

"Why, is there no way to deal with people in prison?"

Listening to Tang Song's voice on the other end of the phone, Sloan replied to the phone:

"Boss, Ding Qing is an overseas Chinese, I consider you too...

Now that all the top executives of the Golden Gate Group are dead, can we consider finding an agent in South Korea! "

There was no sound on the other end of the phone. Sloan put the satellite phone to his ear, held his breath, and quietly waited for Boss Tang's reply.

By the infinity pool, Tang Song put the satellite phone aside, and stretched out his hand to embrace Zheng Daeun, who was putting ice cubes in the freshly squeezed orange juice.

Holding Zheng Daeun in gothic maid costume in his arms, and hugging her with one hand, Boss Tang took out a simple gold coin with the other hand.

Throwing it casually, the gold coin rolled in the air and fell into the palm of his hand. Tang Song clenched his fists.

"One side is a flower, the other side is a human head!

Guess, there is a reward for guessing correctly! "

"What reward?" Zheng Daeun, dressed as a gothic maid, twisted in Tang Song's arms, staring curiously at Tang Song's clenched fist.

"Guess first, and I'll tell you after I guess!"

Tang Song held Zheng Daeun's mobile game non-stop, exploring the secrets of the gothic maid under steampunk.

"flower!"

Jung Daeun blushed, pursed his lips and hummed.

"It's a pity, it's a human head!" Tang Song smiled, spread out his hand, and kept a gold coin in excellent condition in his palm.
The head of a king wearing a crown is impressively facing upwards.

"Well!"

Because of some people's evil hands, Zheng Daeun didn't care about rewards or not, and fell limp in Tang Song's arms.

"Hello!" Tang Song got up and picked up Zheng Daeun, and picked up the satellite phone beside him:

"Send a message to Ding Qing, let him come to New York to meet me, if he doesn't agree, then kill him directly!"

Throwing the satellite phone away, Boss Tang walked directly into the room with Zheng Daeun in his arms.

In the swimming pool, Skye and Fox, who were playing, saw this scene and exchanged glances.

Soon he also went ashore and entered the house...

...............

Dongbu Detention Center, Songpa-gu, Seoul.

During the wind-off time, Ding Qing, who was dressed in an orange prison uniform, was sitting on a bench quietly basking in the sun reading a newspaper while holding a newspaper.

Around him, seven or eight tall and burly prisoners guarded the surrounding vigilantly.

As South Korea's leading yukodo organization, the director of the Golden Gate Group, not surprisingly, is also the next chairman of the Golden Gate Group.

Ding Qing's treatment in the detention center is naturally different from that of ordinary prisoners, even when he first entered the detention center.

The warden of the Eastern Detention Center personally went to visit him in his single cell.

"Ah Xiba! It's sweeping the gangsters again, what are those bastards at the Blue House doing free?"

Looking at the contents of the newspaper, Ding Qing threw the newspaper on the ground and stomped hard.

"stop!"

At this time, a thin man in an orange prison uniform walked from the side to the bench where Ding Qing was sitting.

Several people from the Golden Gate Group on the periphery quickly stopped him.

During this time, the top management of the Golden Gate Group were killed one after another, so Li Zicheng specially arranged for a group of the most capable people from the Golden Gate Group to enter the detention center to protect his elder brother.

If it weren't for the mutant detection device in the prison,
Ding Qing can't talk about it, he has to spend a lot of money to arrange a group of mutant bodyguards to come in.

"You! Come here!"

Ding Qing beckoned, and several thugs from the Golden Gate Group put the thin man in front of Ding Qing's bench.

The eyes of several people have been staring at him, and if he makes any dangerous moves, they will immediately rush forward.

"Ha!" Ding Qing took off his glasses, breathed a sigh of relief at the mirror, and took out a glasses cloth from his pocket to wipe the lenses.

"Nai, what's the matter?"

The thin man kept bowing and nodding to Ding Qing.

"Someone asked me to give you, to bring you a message, if you didn't participate in that, go to New York, if you, you participated,... just, just..."

The skinny man hesitated for a long time and did not say the rest.

"That's it?" Ding Qing finished wiping his glasses, put them in the sunlight and looked at the spotless lenses, his eyes stared straight at the skinny man.

The thin man's legs softened as he looked at him with fierce eyes, "He, they asked you to prepare the coffin, boss, this, this is not what I said, it was what they asked me to pass on..."

"Ah Xiba!"

Several thugs of the Golden Gate Group heard the thin man's words, and they all rolled up their sleeves and prepared to step forward to teach this unrestrained guy.

"Okay, a messenger, don't make things difficult for him!"

Ding Qing stood up and stretched facing the sun,
"Yaxi, it's finally over! Inform the people in the group's legal department that I'm going to be released from prison tomorrow, and let them go through the bail procedures!"

"Yes! Boss!"

...............

In the early morning of the next day, at the gate of the Eastern Seoul Detention Center, a row of black modern cars parked on the side of the prison road.

A group of bodyguards in black suits greeted him at the door.

clang!
The gate of the prison opened, and after two prison guards sent Ding Qing out,
Seeing dozens of people standing outside, he slammed the door shut again with a bang.

"the weather is nice today!"

Ding Qing stretched out his hand, wanting to hug a familiar person, and scanned around, but couldn't find that familiar figure.

"Where is that guy Zicheng, what is he up to, he will be absent from such an important event as the eldest brother's release from prison!"

Ding Qing said it half-jokingly, but when he saw a group of subordinates of the Golden Gate Group in black suits in front of him bow their heads.

His face suddenly changed!

"Where's Zicheng!?"

Ding Qing looked at a group of subordinates who bowed their heads and said nothing, and went up to grab one of them, grabbed him by the neck and asked.

"Director Li, he was killed! With him is Section Chief Jiang of the Seoul Metropolitan Police Department!"

Ding Qing's face was livid, he gritted his teeth, loosened his collar, and patted him on the shoulder.

"clang!"

Turning around, he kicked the door of the car beside him, and the door of the black modern car was dented in a large area in an instant.

"Go! Go back to the Group Building!"

Ding Qing took the suit jacket from his subordinates and put it on.

The subordinates at the side hurriedly opened the car door for him.

…………

"Wenxi, what's going on? Who killed Zicheng, and why did he die with Jiang?"

Inside the car, Ding Qing finally couldn't hold back the anger in his heart, and punched the seat in front of him hard.

Sitting next to Ding Qing is his Chinese lawyer,

It was also his confidant Yang Wenxi who quietly waited for Ding Qing to vent his emotions before adjusting his glasses and telling him the whole story.

"Zicheng was shot dead together with the Chief of the Search and Planning Section of the Seoul Metropolitan Police Department in an abandoned factory in the southern suburbs of Seoul.

The Metropolitan Police Department wanted to conceal the news, but our insider found out and passed the news to us! "

"I hired hackers to attack the Seoul Metropolitan Police Department's database,"

Yang Wenxi glanced at Ding Qing with some hesitation.

As Ding Qing's confidant, he is well aware of the friendship between Ding Qing and Li Zicheng, but he certainly has no way to hide this matter from Ding Qing.

"Zicheng is an undercover police officer!"

After Yang Wenxi finished speaking, he carefully observed Ding Qing's expression.

Undercover! ?
Ding Qing's expression was a little stunned, and then his expression was complicated. Doubt, resentment flashed across his face, suddenly, relieved, with mixed feelings.

"Who killed Zicheng?"

"Judging from the police's bullet analysis report, it is the same person who killed President Zhang!"

Yang Wenxi's tone paused for a moment: "In addition to Li Zicheng, his deputy Shi Wu is also an undercover agent of the Metropolitan Police Department. I have already been controlled by others. Look, what should I do?"

"Old rules, throw lotus into the sea!"

Ding Qing looked out of the window without blinking...

Yang Wenxi nodded, and directly called someone to deal with it.

The so-called lotus planting is to put people into gasoline barrels, fill them with cement, and throw them into the sea.

This is the usual method used by the Golden Gate Group's handlers, and the people from the Metropolitan Police Department have nowhere to look for it.

...............

Cheongdam-dong, a famous wealthy district in Seoul, is also a famous commercial center in Seoul.

Countless high-society tycoons, businessmen and film and television stars live here, symbolizing wealth and power.

There are many fashion shopping centers, bars, and cafes here, and many South Korean stars have bought properties near Cheongdam-dong.

The combination of fashion and wealth makes Cheongdam-dong the premier prime real estate location in Seoul and even South Korea.

No one would have thought that a killer's safe house would be set up in such a place.

Gu Ziyun sat on the sofa with a pale face, looking at the brightly lit night scene outside.

"Uncle, it seems that you are very afraid of your boss!"

Gu Ziyun's originally rosy lips became pale and chapped, and his voice was a little hoarse.

The poison of the skeleton demon has spread to her whole body,
Even if Sloan has used the methods taught by the Tang and Song Dynasties to suppress the spread of the toxin.

However, her body was so weak that it was difficult to stand up.

Gu Ziyun's eyes were still bright, and he looked back at Sloan with mockery.

"The boss is not something you can guess!" Sloan was wearing a scarf, carrying all kinds of food from the kitchen to the dining table.

But most of them are sandwiches, burgers, and fried steaks.

After putting all the food on the table, Sloan pushed Gu Ziyun, who was in a wheelchair, to the table.

"Nai, uncle, are you going to give me to your boss as a gift?
Tell me, does he want to use me as an experiment or is he a cockroach! "

Looking at the madness revealed by Gu Ziyun's innocent big eyes,

Sloan nodded to her gently and said, "I think the boss will like your character!

Cherish it well, if the boss is satisfied with you, for you, it is like a mortal has obtained the key to the kingdom of God! "

Gu Ziyun looked at the fanatical Sloan, and shivered inexplicably.

At this moment, a doorbell rang.

Sloane walked over, heard three long and one short doorbell rings, and opened the door.

"Take care of this little girl and eat, soak the medicine in the bathtub, and give her a bath after eating..."

Sloan opened the door, and an unremarkable South Korean aunt came in.

She nodded towards Sloan, walked over, skillfully wrapped a napkin around Gu Ziyun's neck, and started feeding her!
Sloan looked at it for a while, then turned and left the room, walked to the door facing him, took out the key, and opened the door.

…………

For a large apartment with four bedrooms and two living rooms, Sloan didn't turn on the lights, and went straight to the study with the light from the window.

In front of the bookshelf, Sloan took out a copy of "The Count of Monte Cristo" and pressed the switch inside, and the entire row of bookshelves slid to the sides, revealing the dazzling array of weapons inside.

All kinds of pistols, submachine guns, and sniper rifles hung on the shelves.

There are daggers and fire axes hanging on both sides, this kind of cold weapon
There is even an unpopular weapon like a crossbow on this weapon rack.

Sloan skillfully began to check the maintenance level of these things on the weapon rack, the loading status...

This is a habit he has developed over the years. Every time he arrives at a safe house, the first thing he does is to check the escape route and the weapons stored in the safe house.

"Jingle Bell!"

Just as Sloan pushed out a pistol magazine to check the bullets in the clip, his mobile phone suddenly rang.

Sloan took out his mobile phone and looked at the unfamiliar South Korean number on it!Got the call.

"Anihasai! Are you Boss Tang's man? I'm Ding Qing!"

"President Ding! Hello! It seems that you have made up your mind!"

Sloan put the pistol back in the rack and walked out of the study with the phone in hand.

"I don't know why Boss Tang is free, I want to visit him in New York!"

In front of the obstetrics and gynecology department of Asan Hospital in Seoul, Ding Qing paced the corridor with her mobile phone.

Several computer experts from the Golden Gate Group in black suits were constantly tracking his mobile phone signal with their laptops.

"What our boss means is that he welcomes President Ding at any time these two days!"

In the evening, a few men who came out of the ward to fetch water and accompany them,
When the nurse on duty saw these strong men in black suits, they all wanted to walk against the wall in fright!

"Then I will definitely prepare a big gift for Boss Tang, after all, I wouldn't be able to take the position of president so easily without you!
By the way, thanks to you for helping me unplug the dark wire in the police station around me! "

"President Ding is being polite, it's just the right time for the meeting!"

After hanging up the phone and walking to the window at the end of the hospital corridor, Ding Qing looked through the glass at his face that he couldn't describe what he felt, and suddenly grinned.

"Have you found out where he is?"

Ding Qing turned around and looked at several computer experts in the group.

They shook their heads one by one, and one of them boldly replied: "The call time is too short, and the other party's mobile phone has a signal encryption program, so it is difficult to locate!"

"Forget it!" Ding Qing waved his hand: "You guys go back first, I'll be alone for a while!"

In the silent hospital corridor, Ding Qing was alone, sitting on the floor of the corridor with his collar open, somewhat decadent.

Da da da……

The sound of footsteps made Ding Qing, whose eyes were bloodshot, look up.

At the end of the corridor, Yang Wenxi pushed open the corridor door and walked in with a briefcase.

"Brother, it has been arranged, passport, and tomorrow's air ticket, and I can transfer to *country early tomorrow morning!"

Ding Qing took off a gold Rolex watch from his wrist and threw it to Yang Wenxi

"Wenxi, you follow her back to China, give this to her, and say it's my gift to my future nephew!"

Yang Wenxi reached out to catch the gold watch, hesitantly said: "Brother, is it worth it?"

"Axi, so much nonsense, hurry up tomorrow, take care of Zicheng's wife and children!"

"I'm not sure that I will die, are things ready?"

Yang Wenxi nodded: "I've got it on the black market! But I'm afraid it won't pass the security check!"

"Then take the money, and Zicheng's chess teacher, pack it up, I promised to give Boss Tang a big gift!"

(End of this chapter)