God-eyed boy

"Wang Rong, you idiot, I only let you beat people, who told you to kill people," Wang Dao cursed angrily. On his desk was a copy of Wuchuan Morning News, the newspaper with the largest circulation in Wuchuan. Chinese newspapers are generally supervised and controlled by administrative agencies, and have a great influence.

On the front page of the current affairs news page, there was such a message published in red fonts: ** Street demolition households were hacked into serious injuries in the street, and their lives were dying. It was suspected that a real estate developer hired a gangster group to do it.

The following is a long article, full of detailed reports on the violent incident, as well as hot comments from netizens. Public opinion vaguely points the finger at Wang Group and its holding subsidiary Jinxin Real Estate.

Now the Wang Group’s situation can be regarded as worse. The land at the entrance of Xin’anli Alley, which is to be developed, has been forcibly recovered by the government without compensation. The loss of money is not the most serious problem. The key is the reputation of Wang Daosheng and the Wang Group. It plummeted.

Two days later, Zhu Datou, who was sent to Xiehe Hospital, died of serious injuries. There was an uproar in the society, and the calls for eradicating the underworld, severely punishing the murderer and the mastermind behind the scenes became louder and louder. Wang Daosheng and his Wang Group, It's like roasting on fire, if those hooligans who hacked Zhu Datou to death were caught by the police, both Wang Rong and Wang Daosheng would go to jail.

When Wang Daosheng saw the news of Zhu Datou's death in the morning newspaper, he was eating breakfast, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his body was a little stiff. Has turned livid.

"It's not enough to accomplish anything, but it's more than a failure," Wang Dao angrily flipped the dining table, and the dishes and other objects smashed to the ground, making a crackling sound.

Two servants heard the noise and ran over to see what happened. Seeing that the dining table had been overturned, they hurried over to clean it up.

"Get out, get out of here," Wang Daosheng cursed loudly, the servants fell silent, and retreated out without a word.

After the fire, Wang Daosheng ran to the bedroom and took out his mobile phone, angrily dialed Wang Rong's number.

The phone rang a few times before it got through. Wang Rong on the other end said wearily, "Ah Sheng, what can I do for you?" courtyard.

"How are those idiots doing now?" Wang Daosheng tried to control his emotions, and asked in a flat tone.

"Very well, it's always within my control," Wang Rong whispered.

"They are of no use to us anymore. We can't let these people fall into the hands of the police, or I, you, and the entire Wang Group will be done," Wang Daosheng said in a cold voice.

Wang Rong on the other side of the microphone was silent for a while, and then said in a low voice: "Okay, A Sheng, I know what to do,"

Just after hanging up Wang Rong's phone, the phone rang again. When Wang Daosheng looked at the caller ID, he was a little upset. This is his father's phone number. It seems that his parents have seen it. The news about the Wang Group in the newspaper negative news.

Wang Daosheng just got on the phone, Wang Qianjin, who is usually gentle and refined, asked loudly, uncharacteristically: "Is the death of Zhu Datou related to you? Did you find someone to do it?"

"No, this matter has nothing to do with me, it was done behind my back by some subordinates," Wang Daosheng tried his best to keep calm, "I will settle those people, don't worry."

After a while of silence, Wang Jinjin said slowly: "If it really has nothing to do with you, do you need to rush to settle it? How do you plan to settle this matter? Don't mess around,"

After hanging up the phone, Wang Daosheng sat on a chair tiredly, smoking one cigarette after another, anxiously waiting for news from Wang Rong.

In the evening, the sky began to rain. The raindrops were small but seemed to never stop. The sky darkened and the air was full of damp earthy smell.

The two men walked through the rain curtain in a hurry, their leather shoes clacking against the bluestone slabs, making dull noises, and someone's dog was barking. After being yelled at by the owner twice, everything returned to calm.

Accidentally, his feet slipped. A short, fat middle-aged man almost fell over. A young man next to him grabbed him and said in a deep voice, "Boss, be careful of the slippery road."

"It's okay, walk faster, nights are long and dreams are many, late will make changes," Wang Rong said anxiously, wiping the rain from his face.

Recently, he has been tortured by the media and public opinion. In the past, as the boss of Jinxin Real Estate, he had connections and status. When the policemen saw him, they all nodded and bowed, as docile as a pug.

The sky changed overnight. The policemen who used to be subservient to him now dared to show him face. They ran to his company all day long to question him. Like mad dogs, they searched all over the world for those few Killed a rogue by mistake.

The current Jinxin Real Estate is also pushed by everyone, even those little hooligans dare to threaten him:

"500 million per person, you still have to arrange for us to run away. If you don't agree, everyone will go to the cell together and eat prison food,"

One person needs 500 million hush money, twelve people is 6000 million, and as long as one person falls into the hands of the police, the 6000 million hush money is nothing to him and Wang Daosheng.

The risk is too high, so it is better for these people to die, only the dead will not betray the living, "Are you ready?" Wang Rong was still a little worried, and asked as he walked, he had never set foot on the ground. This kind of dirty and messy slum area, but the thing to be done immediately is a matter of life and death, and he has to go there in person in the rain.

"It's all ready, boss, don't worry," the bodyguard assured, patting his chest. This personal bodyguard has been with Wang Rong for nearly ten years. After he said that, Wang Rong felt a little relieved.

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The two of them stopped in front of the last courtyard door protruding from the alley, Wang Rong shook off the rainwater from his body, and the bodyguard walked up the steps and knocked lightly on the door knocker.

After three long and two short, the bodyguard stretched out his hand and knocked on the wooden door twice. The signal was correct, and the door opened with a creaking sound. Two men with sunken eyes put away their guns. After Wang Rong and the bodyguard came in, the two The people closed the door quietly again. Wang Rong originally wanted to say hello to them, but seeing the murderous looks on their faces, he dared not talk nonsense.

"Did you bring the money?" the taller hooligan asked in a deep voice. These people are indeed murderers, and they are much more arrogant than ordinary gangsters.

"Don't worry, you all have a share, take me to see your boss Mo," Wang Rong really held his breath when the matter came to an end, as expected of an old Jianghu.

The lights in the yard were not turned on. After the two murderers knocked on the small door, someone inside lit a candle. The windows of the wing rooms were hung with window joints, and the door cracks were blocked by thick newspapers. On the contrary, he was very cautious, for fear of seeing the light.

The living room in the room is very large. The houses in these old alleys were expanded illegally by the older generation of locals. It is not like the current real estate developers who spend every penny on land and build commercial houses like pigeon cages.

There was a large table in the center of the living room, and the men around the table stood up with vigilant faces, looking at Wang Rong and his personal bodyguard who came in.

Someone was still holding a card in his hand, and the machete was leaning carelessly against the corner of the wall. There were two guns on the table. The owner of the gun was fighting a landlord with his companion.

In the corner of the living room, there was a dilapidated sofa, and there were several men sitting on the sofa. They all looked capable, and they were also on high alert, staring at Wang Rong and his bodyguards.

A tall, middle-aged man with a small crew cut, wearing blue jeans and a tight-fitting brown jacket with a tight-fitting elastic vest inside. The muscles on his chest are protruding, and a string hangs around his neck. A necklace strung with skull ornaments, his eyes were sharper than others, staring at Wang Rong, "Where's the money?"

"Boss Mo," Wang Rong saw this person, and his heart suddenly jumped: If they don't give me the money, they might really use a knife to kill me alive, just like they killed Zhu Datou alive a few days ago .

Although he was really scared in his heart, Wang Rong said honestly, "The money is not on me,"

Bang, before the bodyguards could do anything, Boss Mo kicked Wang Rong's short and sturdy body with an unexpected kick.

The short and fat Wang Rong rolled and crawled like a winter melon, knocking two chairs into the air before stopping. Then Wang Rong's body seemed to be falling apart, and he couldn't get up while lying on the ground.

His personal bodyguard rushed over and was about to help Wang Rong up, but two guns and seven or eight knives pinned his head and body.

"How dare you fuck me, if we cut Zhu Datou, we can cut you pig," Boss Mo said viciously.

Enduring the pain in his stomach, Wang Rong didn't dare to cry out in pain, looked at Boss Mo, and shouted: "Don't call, don't call, let me make a call, and the money will be sent to you right away." ,"

"Then what are you talking about, hurry up and call," Boss Mo walked to the sofa, sat down, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, lit a cigarette, and said eagerly.

Wang Rong made a phone call, and soon, seven of his men walked into the small courtyard carrying twelve suitcases.

"There are 500 million cash in each suitcase, a total of 6000 million. The last box is the wig, fake beard, and fake documents I prepared for you," Wang Rong said, asking his staff to open the suitcase.

"So much money, count it to see if it's counterfeit." This group of gangsters were crazy with joy. Boss Mo still has some brains, otherwise why should he be the boss.

Randomly pulled out a few bundles of tickets, after checking, the money was fine, even the props for running away, these gang of desperadoes were in a good mood.

"I gave you the van outside as well. Hurry up and leave while it's dark. I have nothing to do with you in the future," Wang Rong said, and hurried away as if fleeing for his life. Boss Mo recovered from his excitement, I feel that Wang Rong is too quick to give money today, something is wrong.

"Don't move any of your money. I'll go outside and look at that car," Boss Mo had just walked out of the main room when there was a sudden loud bang. flat ground.

It turns out that every suitcase has a mezzanine, which contains a liquid bomb. As long as the box is opened, it will explode within 5 minutes. It's real money, and all the bottom ones are fake ones.

Wang Rong thought that everyone in the small courtyard was dead, so he turned and fled. Only ten seconds later, Zhao Bin's confidant, Bancuntou, and his two brothers entered the small courtyard, and found Mo Datou who was still alive.

"Call 120 quickly." After Bancuntou ordered, he immediately called Zhao Bin: "Brother Bin, as you expected, that kid Wang Rong wanted to kill people to silence him. Fortunately, you let us follow him. I found out that there is another I don't know if I can survive the gate of hell..."