Female president's private killer

"Manager, do you really want to reduce the schedule of vulgar comedy? Now is a good market for comedy. This kind of film is very popular! "

"So what? I don't like it. "

“……”

"Just change it! Find out the big knife to cut the Devils' heads! This is the movie this week! "

“……”

The young boss of Huzhou chain cinema, under the awe of his subordinates, walked in the corridor with expressionless face and made indifferent responses from time to time. He looked like a very proud young man.

At the end of the corridor was the cleaning room. He pushed the door and entered. Looking at the middle-aged cleaner behind the two marching backpacks, he was very proud, indifferent and quickly replaced with humility and even flattery.

"Master, I'm ready."

The middle-aged cleaner stood up, frowned at him and scolded him impolitely: "wear a suit, this is ready?"

Without hesitation, the young boss took off his expensive formal clothes and took a cleaner's uniform from behind the door.

The middle-aged cleaner looked expressionless, took up the marching backpack and said, "remember, from the moment we walked out of the door, we 'blood demons' were ready to fight at any time."

The young boss snapped to attention and saluted, then put on another marching backpack, took out the pistol from his waist, loaded it wrongly, opened the door, and the two men went out in silence.

At the same time.

A large pharmaceutical enterprise in Southwest China is holding a temporary emergency board of directors to study what measures should be taken to win reputation and safeguard its own interests in the face of emergency drug support in an earthquake.

The young chairman sat in a wide chair called imitation leather but real leather, staring at the thick clouds outside the window in a daze, as if he was not listening carefully at all.

Suddenly he stood up and, in the stunned eyes of the directors, he laughed with his arms outstretched. Without explaining anything, he walked out of the conference room.

"Aunt Li, help me hide it from my parents."

At the table outside the door, he whispered a few words to the female secretary in her fifties and kissed her on the cheek. The young chairman smiled, took over a marching backpack that had been obviously prepared for a long time and entered the underground parking lot through a special elevator.

Someone temporarily leaves the cake shop and the beautiful girl for something important and is sure to come back; Someone and his master set out from the clean room; Someone finally made up his mind to interrupt the important board meeting; Others turned up on the South Beach chair, and there were no blue sky, white clouds and long legged girls in their eyes.

Many people interrupted the important things in their daily life, picked up their bags, cut into the bustling crowd and ran towards the same goal.

On this day, nanchun is also very lively. Countless subway routes continue to transport tourists who come here through various means of transportation to all directions.

Many young and middle-aged people carrying heavy marching backpacks came to the city one after another. They are mixed with tourists and it is difficult to attract any attention.

But if someone looks carefully, he may notice some details.

The marching backpacks with very similar styles on these people are old. I don't know how many years of smoke, wind and frost, the edges and corners have long been worn white, and even the surface is gradually broken, but they are still strong and durable.

These people are as agile as top outdoor athletes, but they have a more calm and patient atmosphere, just like the backpacks behind them.

Everyone in each car chose to stand at the end of the car, listen to the rail rolling sound outside the window, look at the flashing advertising words, be silent, and even ignore the chat-up of some graceful female backpackers.

The subway pulled into the terminal.

When all the few passengers got off, the young boss and the old cleaner bowed their heads, avoided some rotating surveillance cameras under the cover of dim lights, crossed the simple wooden ladder in the tool room and walked down the platform.

I don't know how long I walked along the dark subway passage. The young boss took a look at the coordinate display on the military watch, nodded to the master and signaled that the target had arrived.

There was a dark maintenance channel on the left. The two easily climbed up and looked at the rusty iron door that seemed to have not been opened for many years. The young boss held his breath and raised his hand to knock five times.

Pop, pop, pop.

However, after the knock, the rusty iron door was always silent and had no response at all.

However, just after the young boss knocked on the door with a fixed frequency, a low question voice suddenly sounded in the door: "password!"

The young boss raised his eyebrows, cursed impatiently, looked back at the master and asked, "I've been out of the organization for three years. What's the password now?"

His master could not help but frown when he heard this problem. He was angry and yelled, "I've quit for three years, who knows?"

Suddenly, he shouted at the rusty iron door, "bison, you idiot, I'm quite like you. Open the door for me."

The iron door opened.

In the dim light, the bison looked embarrassed, looked at the angry face of the middle-aged man and said, "Hey, I say it's quite like, so you can hear my voice?"

Blood ghost is the most mysterious and powerful special organization of blood skeleton. Its members have done countless amazing events all over the world in recent years.

To put it bluntly, the reputation of bloody skeletons depends on these people!

There are many differences between xuesha and the general special establishment. The class division here is simple and clear. It is not a war merit, ability or background, that is, Whoever enters earlier will have older qualifications.

The bloody ghost team usually doesn't have many tasks, but each task is a test of life and death. Everyone can be retired after only five years of service, but there is a supplementary agreement. If the bloody skeleton needs it, it must unconditionally send out the last time for the bloody skeleton, which has nothing to do with it ever since.

The oldest team members in this special establishment are now less than five people alive, and Manxiang is one of them, so he is the master of the young boss, so in front of him, the grumpy Manniu behaves like a little white free.

"Shit, how dare you say" pretty elephant "? You must show respect. "

The young boss took the master's heavy backpack and squeezed into the iron gate.

It seemed that he was shocked and said, "little tiger, why are you here? It's said that you've opened a cinema now. You're doing well. "

There were already more than ten people in the room. The young boss called Xiaohu caught a glimpse of the shy young man in the innermost part, looked back at the bull and said displeased: "the chairman of the pharmaceutical company can come. Why can't I come?"

When the team members in the room saw the two of them, especially the elephant, they stood up one after another, offering cigarettes and seats, showing great enthusiasm.

He nodded coldly. None of these team members was more rich and powerful than him. He was just a cleaner, but he was not uncomfortable in this environment, because it was natural.

In the following period of time, there was a clear rhythm and strange frequency of knocking at the iron door. From time to time, the door opened and people came from other places.

From time to time in the dark room, there was a subdued exclamation.

"Are you still alive?"

"Why can't I live when you live?"

"Why don't you call me, little bastard?"

"You old bastard..."

"Ah, you're here, too? Did the little girl in the cake shop succeed? "

Such conversations have never been interrupted. Whenever the door opens and a team member comes in, it is such a welcome, followed by heavy high fives, rude hugs and wild laughter.

The dark room deep in the subway seemed to become a gathering place for hooligans. The bad guys who hadn't seen for a long time gathered together to talk about the situation after separation and guess who the next knock was.

The "blood evil" team members gradually gathered, the active group arrived early, and the retired group also gathered slowly.

I don't know when the dry and thin king of hell appeared quietly in front of people like a ghost.

Seeing this man appear, the team members gathered their smiles and threw away their cigarettes. No one commanded them to line up automatically, and then stand at attention and salute.

When the iron door was opened for the last time, a tall man with a heavy marching backpack came in panting, pulled down the heavy metal door valve, then turned around, squinted at the people and said, "haven't seen you for a long time."

"Boss!"

There was a surprise response from the team members in the room, and then quickly fell into silence.

Finally, the big man who came in narrowed his eyes and looked at the guys he hadn't seen for years. He found that in the dim light, these guys' eyes were as bright and burning as wild cats' eyes in the night, hiding a lot of expectations and hopes.

The team members gathered in the subway of the city from all over the world. They don't even know what they want to do, but they will inevitably have passion and desire in the bottom of their heart.

Every bloody man's desire to return to the front line to fight filled their bodies, so they looked at the man at the door with tension and expectation, and no one spoke for a long time.

The strong and tall man knew what these guys wanted to hear most. He smiled: "this time, it's a big deal."

There was an inverted sound in the room. The team members looked left and right and saw some surprise from each other's eyes. There was little tradition of the bloody team, but the determination of the size of the event was very clear. Even if they were on duty last time and wiped out a small African country, they were only called not small by the leader.

The big man took out a cigarette box from his coat pocket, took an expressionless face and gave smoke to the team members in the room in turn.

The room was still quiet. The team took the cigarette with both hands and lit it carefully.

Before each mission, the team members will smoke quietly in the gathering place. Most people are familiar with the smell.

Red box cigarettes without brands belong to one of the cheaper special cigarettes. This kind of cigarette is very strong and not used to for the first time, but when it gradually becomes a habit, it can no longer be quit. No matter how little money these team members have and how many more high-grade cigarettes they can enjoy, they are still only used to smoking this kind of cigarette.

The pungent smoke began to diffuse, and the smoke smell in the dark room penetrated into everyone's lungs, and the atmosphere gradually became a little quiet.

The voice of the king of hell was not loud. He looked at the people and whispered, "start roll call right away."

His voice was still soft, but the team members who heard this sentence felt a cold at the same time. Hearing his impatience, they quickly put out their cigarettes and began to count. The man also took back his right hand with a little embarrassment.

What the team members fear most is never the head with strong combat power, but the king of hell who always speaks softly but makes people shudder.

The roll call ended quickly.

Unexpectedly but unexpectedly, the fact that all the members of xuesha team, whether active or retired, came together this time made the big man as the leader and even the team members feel extremely moved and fierce.

"Old rules, pre war mobilization."

With these words, the king of hell stood quietly beside the big man and sat down.

Until now, he didn't talk to the big man, or even look at each other, but there was such a tacit understanding and nature between them.