The Richest Man in the World of Film and Television

"But what?" Zhang Ziwei asked nervously.

"The old man is at the point of exhaustion. The doctor told me that she may not last a year."

"That's good, that's good," Zhang Ziwei unexpectedly didn't grieve like a normal person, "It's God's blessing to have a year, I have been sending tasks on the dark web, knowing my mother's condition,

One year now is the best result, if I can not die this time, at least I still have time and opportunity to see her, and, thank you, buddy, I told you so much last time, just to think Let you, a super rich man, save my mother, thank you."

"I can't be ambiguous even if you work hard. Help me confirm whether the Eight-faced Buddha is real or not is to repay me. When you see the Eight-faced Buddha, type the Morse code on the mobile phone I gave you, and I will know, um, Morse You know the password."

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"Of course" Zhang Ziwei was in a good mood after receiving the good news from his mother, and said with a smile, "These five years have not been in vain, and Morse code is not difficult to learn."

"Okay, I'll wait for your news tonight." William took out a belt buckle from his pocket, "This is a locator, in case you can't bring your mobile phone, you can press the button inside to give me Send signal".

William revealed the button on the back of the belt head, "But I made this thing casually before. It can only send signals, but can't talk or transmit text. You can only press it unless your life is in danger or you confirm the eight-faced Buddha."

"Haha, you are so rich, can't you give me something more advanced?" Zhang Ziwei took the belt buckle from William's hand and replaced himself.

"It's said that this thing is made casually, and I didn't have the need for it before. The only advantage is that its signal is a special signal, which cannot be scanned by current anti-eavesdropping equipment, and the risk of exposure is very small."

"It's not too late, you go first," Zhang Ziwei looked at his watch, "The monks are coming soon."

"Well, be careful".

Saying goodbye to each other, William walked out of the coffee shop and heard Sunday say, "SIR, the signal is clear".

"Well", what he said to Zhang Ziwei just now was incomplete. The belt buckle also has the function of wiretapping and discharging. William, who is used to guarding against others, did not trust Zhang Ziwei as much as he seemed.

For five years, I have been with Duan every day. I don’t know if Zhang Ziwei has other ideas. If he dares to betray him, William promises to call him immediately.

At 10 o'clock in the evening, William and Barney drove to this secluded beach early and parked the car in the woods according to the instructions of the tracker on the eldest son of the Eight-faced Buddha.

In the car, William put his legs in front of the windshield and closed his eyes to doze off. "Boss, someone is coming." Barney, who was sitting in front of the monitor, reminded, "There are three cars coming."

"Sunday, fly an Ebon Front under the undercarriage of the incoming car and let me hear what they have to say".

"OK, SIR".

Soon, in addition to the sound of the car engine, William and Barney heard the sound of the translation on Sunday and the images of the eight-faced Buddha's three sons and daughters, Zhang Ziwei and others.

After the three cars parked, the old man's voice came from the car, "Have you been caught?".

"No one was caught, but we killed Duan Kun," Zhang Ziwei replied. "When we arrived, Duan Kun was being rounded up by the police. I had no choice but to order him to be killed first."

"Yes, father, the situation at that time was really dangerous. We couldn't capture Duan Kun alive." The second son of the Eight-faced Buddha smiled at Zhang Ziwei, and continued, "This time Zhang did a good job. Before meeting him The two brothers were not merciless, and one of them was shot by him."

"No mercy, haha, I think he didn't intend to kill his brother at all, all he did was acting." As soon as the eight-faced Buddha's voice fell, a bodyguard accompanying him threw several large photos on the ground.

It turns out that the Eight-faced Buddha secretly found someone to follow Zhang Ziwei. The photos on the ground are the whole process of Zhang Ziwei shooting Ma Haotian and then letting Ma Haotian go. "Can't shoot? Don't forget how he treated you back then."

"Even if I didn't kill that bastard Ma Haotian, so what, can I turn around and be a good person?" Zhang Ziwei roared, "Is there any other way out besides following you?"

"That's right, haha, you're right, if you want to live, you have no other way out, but what if you don't want to live?"

"Crack, click", the sound of several bullets coming up from around, Zhang Ziwei was immediately pointed at by the Eight-faced Buddha's men, "Do you know why you are sent to Las Vegas?"

"That's because the master told me that Basong was killed by his own people, and who else would kill Basong here except you."

"I didn't do it, listen clearly, I didn't do it", Zhang Ziwei possessed the film king at this moment, "Don't say I didn't know that the person who pledged the goods was Ba Song, how could I know the specific time based on my relationship with him."

Eight-faced Buddha said angrily, "No, you know, I will let you die today to understand and bring people up."

Soon a middle-aged blond man with his hands tied was dragged out of the third car by the bodyguards and came to the car of the Eight-faced Buddha. The bodyguard kicked the middle-aged blond man on the leg, "Plop" , The middle-aged man immediately fell to his knees.

With a cry of pain, the middle-aged man shouted, "Wei, you can't kill me, I am the Secret Service of the United States, and we are a cooperative relationship."

"Cooperation?" The Eight-faced Buddha sitting in the car laughed loudly, "It's not so much cooperation, it's better to say that you are leeches lying on my body and sucking blood. If that's the only way, I can turn a blind eye and close the other Eye,

2 million US dollars per year is your protection fee, but you should never tell this ungrateful white-eyed wolf about Bassong."

"Squeak", the sound of a car door rang, and the stern-looking Eight-faced Buddha got out of the car, slammed the blond man's head with a crutch in his hand, and with a "bang", the blond man's head burst into blood immediately. Flow back and forth.

"You bastard, you have sucked blood from my body for more than ten years. Not only are you ungrateful, but you want to replace it now. Do you know why I have to come here instead of transporting Basong's body back to Thailand?"

The Eight-faced Buddha walked up to the blond man bitterly, stepped on his head, stomped hard a few times, and laughed heartily, "That's because I paid 2 million US dollars to bribe your boss, you I've known all about your plan for a long time, and coming here is just a plan,

Set up an ambush and wait for a few opponents who collude with you to throw themselves into the net. As long as you kill their subordinates, these people are tigers without claws. They can only be fat sheep. After tonight, the entire Southeast Asian flour market will be full of me of".

Quiet, as soon as the eight-faced Buddha finished speaking, the whole scene was silent. This old fox is indeed the longest-lived and most ruthless Daduxiao. He even gave up his son's life in order to unify the market.

Hearing this ending, William couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Compared with the Eight-faced Buddha, he is a good person. This kind of person cannot let him live for a second. When he received Zhang Ziwei's reply on Sunday, he confirmed that the one who got off the bus was the eight-faced Buddha. Facing the Buddha, William immediately ordered to Sunday, "release the triangle drone."

"Understood, Sir".

"Whoo, whoo, whoo!" The noise of the improved triangular drone flight was much smaller than that in New York a few days ago.

Ten seconds later, all 28 triangular drones were ejected into the air.

Eight-faced Buddha, who killed the blond American secret service with one shot, was about to kill Zhang Ziwei, when he suddenly heard a buzzing sound.

One of the eight-faced Buddha's men pointed to the sky and shouted, "What is that?".

Following the man's guidance, everyone at the scene looked at the sky. Only Zhang Ziwei, who felt that the phone vibrated very regularly, quickly realized that it was Morse code, which meant just one word. After rushing to the side stone,

Before the Eight-faced Buddha and his men pointed their guns at Zhang Ziwei, twenty-eight triangular drones swooped down, followed by two, two, three explosions.

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