super student pretty school girl

Chapter 773 Suicide
Xia Long put down the phone in his hand, and glanced at the tall building across the road through the car window, with a hint of sarcasm and a sneer in his eyes, then he put the phone on his body, and deliberately turned it to silent, after all, no matter how good the martial arts is, You can't really disappear without a trace. What if the phone rings halfway up the stairs?
Although Xia Long is not a professional killer or professional agent, he still knows these basic common sense things.

Da Zhang glanced at Xia Long through the rearview mirror, then took a deep breath, and said deeply, "Boss, you don't mean to destroy all these Koreans, do you?"

Although Da Zhang wished he could rush forward with a gun in his hand, he still had to think carefully when the situation came to an end. After all, it involved many aspects, especially international relations.

Sharon smiled and shook his head: "I don't have time to punish the Koreans yet, but the culprit cannot be let go. Let's talk about the rest when I come back from Japan!"

"Japan? Boss, are you going to Japan? Do you want to take me there?"

Dazhang didn't know about Xia Long's going to Japan, and it was only known to a few women around him. He didn't even talk about his trip to Japan with General Qin and others in detail. The contacts between the Americans and the transaction are fully entrusted to him, and the rest are ignored by the above.

"What are you going to do? Stay here, when there is a shortage of people here, I'm going to talk about something, and I'll be back soon! Well, I'm going!"

After Xia Long got out of the car, he didn't hide his figure, but walked over to the opposite building in a swaggering manner.

Although this building is the headquarters of Samsung China, it is not all the office buildings of the Samsung Group. At least the ten floors below are some high-end clubs or his places. As long as Xia Long does not go above the ten floors, No one cares about him.

He went directly into the building, then turned into the emergency passage, slowly climbed several floors, and finally climbed up to the tenth floor with a movement that ordinary people could never complete, and came to the elevator room.

The whole building is dozens of stories high, and Xia Long is unwilling to climb up like this even if he is a world-class martial artist. Every bit of his infuriating energy from meditation practice is worth as much as gold, and he doesn't want to waste it on climbing the stairs.

But the terrible thing is that the elevator is controlled by fingerprints, so he can't get in at all.

With no other choice, Xia Long had to return to the emergency passage again.

At this time, on the second-to-last floor of the building, a middle-aged man was holding a glass of wine proudly, taking a sip from time to time.

He was the one who planned the assassination against Xia Long, a confidant next to Li Junxi.

Judging from the information he got, Xia Long had already been crushed to death, so he should be happy of course.

Just when his thoughts were flying to nowhere, a knock on the door pulled him out of that beautiful state.

"Outside is his secretary, who said in a very pleasant voice: "Minister, it's me! "

The middle-aged man was taken aback for a moment.

He asked in Korean, but his secretary answered in Chinese.

Very strange.

Because the secretary never spoke Chinese in front of him.

The middle-aged man's heart jumped suddenly, and then he reached out and pressed the alarm under the desk.

On both sides of his office, there are at least twenty bodyguards, divided into two shifts, and they are always in full swing.

Things were very different from his expectations. There was an extremely dull crackling sound at the door of the office. This sound only lasted for less than three seconds, and the door was completely silent.

That sound was the movement of fists smashing bones.

The middle-aged man heard that there was no more movement outside, and the sense of danger in his heart not only did not disappear, but it became more intense. Just as he was about to make the next move in fear, he hit the ground with a loud sound. On the door of Wu Wu's office, a fist suddenly stretched out, and then that fist unscrewed the door with a backhand.

Then, the middle-aged man was stunned, and then lost his mind and sat down on the chair.

At the gate, the bodyguards were lying all over the ground, life and death unknown.

And the guy who was obviously hit by dozens of tons of steel plates actually appeared in front of him alive.

The bodyguard on the ground and the evil star in front of him, this picture made the middle-aged man's pale face show a bit of anger and fear, and his hands were even more bruised.

Fear, humiliation, and various emotions made this middle-aged man a lot more courageous: "Who are you, I'm Korean, what do you dare to do to me?"

Xia Long grinned: "I know you are Korean, and I dare not do anything to you, I just want to play a game with you!"

When Xia Long was talking, his eyes looked around the middle-aged man's office, and then he walked to the French windows with a smile, pulled down the blinds, and then slowly began to tie the knots.

The middle-aged man didn't understand what this guy was going to do, but it was not good to stand and wait to die. He was frightened by Sharon's punch just now, and then he remembered that there was a gun in his desk.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man suddenly felt confident. He opened the drawer like lightning, and then aimed his gun at Xia Long: "You want to kill me? You think too easily!"

Xia Long raised his head and smiled, then stood up slowly, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender: "Slow down, don't shoot, it won't be good if you hurt yourself!"

The middle-aged man sneered. He was about to speak, but was taken aback by Xia Long's movements.

Xia Long looked at him with a strange smile, slowly made a pistol shape with his right hand, and then slowly aimed at him, the middle-aged man couldn't help laughing, but before he could laugh, Xia Long gently One word spit out: "Bang!"

A beam of real energy condensed into a small air cannon and shot out. Xia Long didn't expect to kill the middle-aged man in this way, so although the power was not as powerful as a bullet, it was still enough for the middle-aged man to suffer!
The speed of this air cannon is not much slower than the bullets. This time, this is really enough for the middle-aged man. He wailed, and the pistol in his hand fell to the ground, and he was also clutching his wrist, and his whole body was limp. on the ground.

The middle-aged man was frightened by Xia Long's incomparably weird method, and the cold sweat dripped down his body with a slap.

"Ridiculous."

Xia Long looked at the middle-aged man and said with pity: "Guns are outdated for people like me, unless you prepare a cannon!"

The middle-aged man knew that it was absolutely difficult to be kind today, so he suppressed the fear in his heart forcibly, let out a sigh of relief, then raised his head, stared into Xia Long's eyes and said bitterly: "Do you dare to kill me? I You are Korean, so you are not afraid of causing disputes between the two countries?"

"Who said I was going to kill you?"

Xia Long looked at the middle-aged man sarcastically, and said with a grin.

The middle-aged man was stunned, and he couldn't help shouting sternly: "Then what are you going to do?"

Xia Long's smile became even more hippie: "Of course I won't kill you. Don't many Korean entertainers like to play suicide? Remember, you committed suicide!"

The middle-aged man froze for a moment. Xia Long's joke-like words broke all his psychological defenses. If Xia Long pretended to be fierce, maybe he could be tougher, but it was Xia Long's attitude that made him Seeing that Xia Long wanted to kill him, they didn't take him seriously at all.

He doesn't pay much attention to it at all, so there is no one who dares to kill.

If Xia Long was more dignified, the middle-aged man felt that he had a little hope of living.

They are not fools, these questions are clear when they think about it, so the middle-aged man is afraid, he trembles all over, because of fear, his teeth are colliding with each other, making unpleasant clucking noises.

Sharon grinned, and continued to turn to fiddle with his blinds.

"Don't kill me, I'll tell you everything, I have money, I'll give you all the money, it's not that I want to kill you, I'm also working for others! Please!"

Xia Long had already connected the rope, then walked up to the middle-aged man, stretched out his hand and pulled out the belt around his waist, and put it directly around the man's neck, which made the guy howl suddenly With a sound, the whole person struggled violently.

Xia Long narrowed his eyes and asked with a smile, "Who sent you to kill me?"

"It's our young master!"

"Who is your young master?"

"It's Li Junxi, because of your conflict with him last time, he asked me to kill you!"

The middle-aged man trembled all over and said: "Please, don't kill me, I have a lot of important information on Samsung in China, and many of them are not good for the Chinese. It is even extremely harmful to the Chinese, if you don’t kill me, I will give it all to you, and I am willing to testify for you!”

Xia Long was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect such an unexpected harvest.

He naturally knows that the vast majority of foreign companies in China basically implement two sets of plans. Chinese people have low wages, high labor intensity, and even any dangerous and harmful work. Their own people are all easy jobs, and they also receive high wages!
Of course, this is originally the reason why people look at China to invest, that is, the labor force is cheap, otherwise why should others come?

However, some unscrupulous enterprises do not care about the life and death of their workers and Chinese people at all. Especially in some chemical industries, front-line workers are hardly a case of terminal illness in two or three years. Needless to say, it is for environmental damage and air pollution.

"Oh? There is such a thing? What information, where is it?"

Hearing Xia Long's words, the middle-aged man thought he had found hope of survival. He widened his eyes desperately, then pointed to the safe and said, "Over there, the password is my thumbprint!"

Xia Long nodded, let go of the middle-aged man and said, "Go and open it!"

The middle-aged man struggled desperately to stand up, then directly opened the safe, turned around to look at Xia Long and said in horror: "It's all in there, and the money is there, all for you!"

Xia Long smiled strangely, looked at this guy and said, "You shouldn't have messed with me."

The middle-aged man froze for a moment, then hissed, "You said you wouldn't kill me!"

Sharon spread his hands: "Did I say it?"

(End of this chapter)