Strongest Worker

It started three days ago.

At two o'clock in the morning, Qian liming was lying naked in bed and sleeping. He suddenly turned over, wrinkled his nose and felt cold all over, as if the whole person had been immersed in the cold pool.

After two shivers in succession, Qian Liming suddenly woke up. He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling in the dark. He felt a wisp of cold wind blowing in from the window.

Leaning over, Qian Liming found that the window was not closed.

"Fuck me." Qian Liming couldn't help swearing. You know, it's January. It's the coldest time in Lingang. How can people stand sleeping in the middle of the night without closing the window?

"Hey! Wake up!" Qian Liming pushed the young girl who was also naked around him, "wake up."

"Why..." the woman twisted her graceful body, closed her eyes and groaned discontentedly, "I have to sleep..."

Qian liming was an acute child. He raised his foot and kicked hard on the woman's round hip: "don't you pretend to be dead with me, wake up!"

"Ah." the woman screamed and was woken up by Qian Liming. "Qian Dong, what's the matter?"

Qian Liming impatiently stretched out his hand in the dark and pointed to the window: "go and close the window. I'm frozen to death."

"Gee, it's really cold." the woman turned her head and looked at the window, and immediately got up from the big bed. She picked up her bathrobe from one side, covered it in front of her, covered the most critical sensitive parts, and walked towards the window.

Qian Liming pulled the quilt over his body, closed his eyes and planned to continue to sleep. However, at this time, he suddenly gave a thrill, and his hair stood up.

Who will open the window in the cold weather in January? There were only himself and the girl in the room. He clearly remembered that the window had been bolted from inside before going to bed.

How on earth did this window open?

Qian Liming's first reaction was that someone broke in while he was asleep. As soon as the idea rose in his mind, he sat up straight from the bed like a conditioned reflex and shouted, "wait!"

"Ah?" the girl covered herself with her bathrobe with one hand, held the window with the other hand, and turned her head to see Qian Liming. As the room was too dark to see the look on her face.

Qian Liming's face turned blue. His lips moved. When he was about to speak, he suddenly put a machete out of the window and pulled it around the girl's neck from behind.

Poof!

A blood wave splashed on the curtain, and his head fell to the ground with a plop, rolling out all the way. After that, it took two or three seconds for the headless body to fall to the ground.

A living person will be in a different place in the blink of an eye. Just a few hours ago, Qian liming was still enjoying her beautiful body and going to Wushan with her.

Qian Liming trembled fiercely. Then he quickly turned around and put his hand under the pillow to touch the gun.

He didn't have the unique skill of Li Qing, so he formed the habit of always keeping his weapons in case of accidents.

Qian Liming felt his pistol under his pillow. He was happy. When he was about to pull it out, a low voice came behind him: "what are you doing?"

This voice is full of mechanical dullness and stiffness, and there is no lack of emotion. It was so close to Qian Liming that it was like that man talking close to the back of his head.

Qian Liming suddenly turned his head and was facing a pair of cold eyes.

He felt exactly the same. The man in front of him was only two or three centimeters away from Qian Liming. As long as he nodded, he could hit each other's nose bone.

This is a thin man, smaller than Wenyang, standing on the bed with his legs spread apart like a wild monkey. He put on his mask, leaving only two holes, from which he gave out a faint and cold look.

Qian Liming shivered violently and shrunk back: "brother... Brother, have something to say."

"What do you have in your hand?"

Qian liming was extremely clever. He didn't answer his question. Instead, he said, "brother, how much do you want? Just write a number and I'll send someone to prepare it right away. Money is not a problem. Don't look at my surname Qian, but I love to make friends..."

Before he finished, the thin man in front of him suddenly raised an arm.

Qian liming was startled. He had never seen such a long arm. If it was completely straight, it should be enough to fall to the man's knee.

"Is this really a monkey?"

The idea flashed through Qian Liming's mind, but then it was completely disturbed by severe pain.

A short knife with serrations had pierced the pillow and pierced Qian Liming's palm.

"Ah..." Qian Liming opened his mouth and was about to scream. The thin man suddenly stuffed a black thing into his mouth.

Qian Liming got stuck in his throat and began to cough violently. After he reacted, he realized that the thing in his mouth was a ball of hair, which was just cut off when the woman's head was twisted off by a machete. He suddenly felt a strong sense of nausea in his stomach and began to retch uncontrollably.

"On the 18th of this month, a ship came from the sea and will dock at the wharf of Jinjiao port." the man still stared at Qian Liming at close range and said slowly, "this ship is numbered K280 and hung the flag of Kuangda logistics. You should be responsible for picking it in, you know?"

Qian Liming nodded repeatedly and replied vaguely, "I understand, I understand."

"You'd better be good. If something goes wrong, no one can save you." the man's voice fell and suddenly pulled out the short knife stuck on the pillow.

One side of the short knife was serrated. At this moment, Qian Liming seemed to hear the sound of his hand bone breaking, and couldn't help shouting again.

"Ah!"

However, this time, the thin man did not stop Qian Liming's scream. His short body flashed slightly and jumped out of the window.

With a dull bang, the bodyguard knocked open the door and rushed into the room: "boss!"

Qian Liming clenched his teeth: "come on, call a doctor quickly."

"Yes." a bodyguard ran out to call the doctor, and a dozen other bodyguards rushed into the house, pulled out their pistols and scanned around vigilantly.

Pop!

Suddenly someone turned on the light switch, and the room was bright for a moment.

The pale Qian Liming half sat on the bed, his naked body was covered by the quilt, his hand was on the bed, and a large amount of blood stained the sheets

Ten minutes later, the doctor came and roughly bandaged the wound. Then Qian Liming dressed with the help of the bodyguard and was quickly sent to the hospital.

After the storm was settled, Qian Liming finally had time to calm down and lie in the hospital bed of Mingtai city hospital to consider the whole thing last night.

The man was between thirty and forty years old. His dull and mechanical voice should come from years of cruel training. His height is about 1.5 meters, his body is thin, and his arms are very long, which is far from the normal human shape.

Qian Liming doesn't think it's right. If that guy doesn't speak human words, he will really mistakenly think that the other party is a monkey.

The information provided by the other party is also very simple. On January 18, a cargo ship numbered K280 will dock at the wharf of Jinjiao port. The ship will hang the ship flag of Kuangda logistics group, and Qian Liming has to take the ship as his own company's ship and help it pass the customs smoothly.

I don't know where the ship came from or what goods were loaded on the ship, but Qian Liming understood a general idea from his three words of explanation only based on his personal experience.

Generally speaking, cargo ships going to sea will fly two flags, one is the national flag of the host country, and the other is the flag of the company. Kuangda logistics's ocean going cargo ships are no exception. The first flag is the regional flag of the port special zone, and the other is the ship flag of Kuangda logistics to show its identity.

The other party deliberately hangs the flag of Kuangda logistics group to cover up the source, and its purpose is also obvious. Kuangda logistics group, which is controlled by Qian liming, has great activity authority in the General Administration of Customs near the port. The most important point is that it goes back and forth from fixed areas every year, and transoceanic ships carrying fixed goods can be exempted from inspection and customs entry. Because of this convenience, Qian Liming often sneaks in some private goods for his own use or resale without serious injury. There were several disputes before and after the port. Most of the weapons and ammunition provided by Qian Liming came from this.

After some thought, Qian Liming can be determined. A mysterious force threatened its own life and planned to bring dark goods into the customs in the name of Kuangda logistics group.

"What's wrong!" Qian Liming became more and more angry. He couldn't help lying in bed and yelling, "bullying me. Do you really think Qian Liming is a soft persimmon?"

When Qian Liming saw Molly who hurried over after hearing the news, he told him everything and his guess.

Although Molly has psychological barriers, his essence is very simple and honest, especially when dealing with his brothers. When he heard that Qian Liming had been so humiliated, he was so angry that his forehead jumped violently.

"Leave it to me," Molly said rudely. "I'll take a bad breath for you!"

"That boy is very powerful. I don't trust you." Qian Liming thought for a moment and reached for the phone at the head of the bed. "I'd better call my eldest brother and discuss with him."

As soon as he reached out, Molly held him down.

"Lao Qian, don't you believe me?"

Qian Liming looked at Molly's face and quickly shook his head to explain: "no, we are all our brothers. Of course I know your ability."

"Then you can rest assured and leave it to me. Don't disturb brother."

Even though there was still hesitation in his heart, Qian Liming still stubbornly nodded: "OK."

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