Assassination preparation

Tang Lin forced himself to ignore Wen Meng's murderous gaze: "He, we were just talking about this matter. I wanted to ask him to take me there, but he hasn't agreed yet."

"Do you know where it's held?"

"I don't know, but it's definitely not Happy Shake!" Tang Lin said firmly: "That's a public place. Generally, such top gatherings are not arranged there, so I guess, I guess it should be in Yuan's club. This is my guess, I don't know if it is true or not."

The Yuan family.

Jiang Miao didn't know whether the Yuan family had a hand in her birthday party in her previous life. After all, she was too far away from the upper class at that time. In the eyes of those people, an orphan without the protection of her parents was not even as good as a bag of salt. How could Jiang Miao dare to join in without considering her own abilities?

The needle tip was shaking, Jiang Miao lowered his eyes and asked: "What else?"

Seeing that he couldn't come up with any useful information after racking his brains, it seemed that he couldn't get any more information about the birthday party. Jiang Miao changed the topic and asked, "Where does the Qinglong Gang usually hide the looted supplies?"

Involving such a secretive question, Tang Lin shrank back and looked at Wen Meng, and answered truthfully: "I know there are some in several basements in the old neighborhood, but the Qinglong Gang has a lot of territories, so I don't know where exactly there are."

"You damn stinky bitch! I shouldn't have taken you from Brother Hu!" Wen Meng endured the most painful wave. His head was numb and his face was filled with despair. He felt that he was really close to death.

This man was obviously here to gather information. If he refused to tell anyone, he could be kept for some time to torture and interrogate. If one of his brothers came to him to report on their work, he might be rescued.

But once he gets the information, he will end up dead.

Is there anyone who would keep him as a nuisance and provoke the powerful enemy, the Qinglong Gang?

Wen Meng was right. Jiang Miao had never intended to keep them alive from the beginning, regardless of whether they had revealed any useful information or not.

Because these two people knew Jiang Miao at different times.

If they discovered the abnormality of the hood and saw through her identity afterwards, then the news that she lived in Lanwan Community could not be hidden from the Jiang family, and the news that she was the eldest daughter of the Jiang family before the doomsday could not be hidden from the Qinglong Gang!

Combined with the renovation of 1201 and the sale of assets before doomsday, it is hard not to be suspicious!

It's like Schrödinger's cat. If you really believe it without seeing it with your own eyes, then you are sick.

However, if there is a factual basis to support their establishment, or strange and bizarre behavioral events, others will easily associate them with golden fingers such as rebirth, prophecy, and foresight when they are suspicious.

Therefore, Jiang Miao would not leave himself such a disaster, they must die.

As the alcohol gradually took effect, Wen Meng gradually lost consciousness and even showed signs of going crazy. In order to speed up the process, Jiang Miao gave him an injection in his ankle, picked up the bottle of Lao Baigan on the table, pinched his jaw and forcefully drank half a bottle.

"Cough cough cough!" The smell of alcohol came out of Wen Meng's mouth and he burped, which smoked Tang Lin's face.

He was so irritated that he begged for mercy, "Please let me go, my dear. I've told you everything I know about the birthday party! Please, I'm not bad looking. I can do anything you ask me to do. I really can do anything!"

In this situation, he could still imitate a vixen and throw a seductive look, but I wonder if his pig brain is filled with rubbish.

"Bitch!" Wen Meng was completely mad. With his limbs tied up, he used his head to bang the person opposite him: "I'm not even fucking dead yet and you're so eager to get into someone else's bed! I'll shoot you to death!"

"Ah——" Tang Lin pretended to be in great pain, his nose was bleeding, and the corners of his mouth were bruised, but he didn't stop!

"Help!" He screamed for help in a broken voice, but Jiang Miao just watched coldly, watching the two people who were hit by Wen Meng both bleeding from their heads. It was not until he fainted completely that Wen Meng stopped panting.

"Ha, he's dead! There are at least a dozen of damned people under me, ha, I'm really fucking awesome."

"Tell me where the Qinglong Gang's supplies are hidden." Jiang Miao's voice was low and coercive, with an almost bewitching tone, "Tell me, and I will give you a hangover remedy. Are you feeling dizzy? Take the hangover remedy and you'll feel better. As long as you tell me, you won't feel dizzy and your body won't feel uncomfortable anymore."

Wen Meng was confused for a moment by such meaningful words, but the hemp rope tied around his body was like a whip, lashing him all the time and reminding him what reality was.

"Who are you?"

The alcohol in his body was boiling, clamoring to tear a hole in him, trying to break free from the shackles of his skin with a heart-wrenching pain.

Gradually, he became tired of struggling and his ability to resist became weaker and weaker.

His eyes became bloodshot and gradually blurred. Wen Meng vaguely felt that the cold and indifferent person in front of him was somewhat similar to his neighbor on the top floor. When he tried to concentrate and see more clearly, the monster in his body devoured his consciousness bite by bite until he was completely defeated.

Wen Meng never knew until his death who was the enemy who killed him.

unlucky.

Not only did I not find out anything, I also watched a disgusting reality show.

"Hey." Jiang Miao kicked Tang Lin: "Stop pretending."

Tang Lin coughed up a mouthful of blood and smiled flatteringly: "I, I'm not trying to lie to you. If I didn't pretend, I would have been killed by him."

"You guys robbed a family in Lanwan Community a while ago. Did you know about this?"

Tang Lin actually wanted to say that he didn’t know, but he happened to know.

"Besides Wen Meng, who else was there?"

"I only know that the leader that day was Brother Tianran, who is a distant relative of the second in command."

"feature."

He racked his brains and said, "Brother Tianran is a little short, um... he has crossed eyes, likes to play with Buddhist beads, and he always smells like sandalwood."

Seeing how cooperative he was, Jiang Miao fed him some sleeping pills. After he fell unconscious, he used Wen Meng's hand to smother him to death, which was considered to alleviate the pain of his dying struggle.

He picked and chose and collected some rare items in the villa. He waited until everyone in the room had lost their pulse before Jiang Miao stood up and untied the ropes on the two men.

The two people in the living room had disheveled clothes and a strong smell of alcohol, and there were marks of being tied up and strangled on their bodies. If you don't check carefully, you won't find out the cause of death of these two people. You will only think that they died of a stroke due to drinking and indulgence.

Taking the invitation, Jiang Miao passed by the two corpses and left quietly.

Quietly leaving Shanshui Manor, Jiang Miao took off his hood in the van. To be honest, wearing this in such hot weather is almost killing me! It was hot and stuffy, and my temples were wet with sweat several times. The sticky feeling of silicone on my face was so uncomfortable, as if I had 20 kilograms of hair hanging on my head, making me feel uncomfortable all over!

After wiping the sweat off with a wet tissue, Jiang Miao drank a bottle of water and felt better. He took out the invitation and checked its material repeatedly under the night light. He found that it contained rare materials such as gold stamping, velvet, and silk.

Velvet and silk were fine, but she really didn't know how to do the gold-plated fonts.

Drive home.

The tattered walls and the awkward double doors make this home look insecure.

In this situation, Jiang Miao felt even more irritated. He went straight to the bedroom, washed his hair and took a shower, and only then did he feel a little better.

Take out a hamburger, French fries and an iced cola. Eating something high in calories when you are in a bad mood can help soothe your mood.

The burger is a special offering of the Black Pearl Restaurant. When Jiang Miao packed it up, the steak was still sizzling and the cheese that had been roasted by the flamethrower was bubbling. This calorie bomb is so delicious that it fills your mouth with fragrance in one bite!

After dinner, Jiang Miao took out the invitation and thought about business.

The craftsmanship of this invitation looked very delicate. She couldn't even find suitable velvet silk of the same material, color and texture in the space, so it would be a bit difficult to imitate it.

But this birthday party is the best opportunity to catch the Qinglong Gang in one fell swoop, and Jiang Miao doesn't want to miss it.

The next night, Jiang Miao got up and found that Su Heng had been in a coma since he came back from City D. Thinking that he had been in a coma for a whole week last time, he was not too worried.

At ten o'clock, Jiang Miao appeared under the sculpture on the commercial street on time and saw Su Le waiting there from a distance.

"Senior!" Su Le came running over, panting, "I just heard another piece of news. A small leader of the Qinglong Gang died! It was said that his death was particularly disgraceful. Their big boss was so angry that he got angry in front of Huanle Yao, saying that a large group of people were implicated!"

This happened on the eve of my birthday party, which was quite frustrating.

But this block is really cool.

Jiang Miao kept his fame and achievements to himself, and strolled with Su Le in the commercial street: "I will take you to meet someone later. Afterwards, you can find him alone and tell him that you want to do business with the Qinglong Gang. You can get whatever is missing."

"Ah?" Su Le was a little confused: "But can we really get it?"

"Promise it first. If it's not enough, go and look for it. There are still two days left."

Su Le nodded to show that he understood.

At around ten o'clock, Boss Xiang appeared in the commercial street. With his sharp eyes, he spotted Miss Jiang at a glance.

"Hello, boss."

The boss looked darker and thinner than the last time we met. I guess not everyone can bear the pain of being out there every day running business and looking for resources day and night.

"Hello, Miss Jiang." He dragged two sacks and got straight to the point. "There are still a few car parts on your list that are missing. Now that 4S stores are occupied by others, it is really not easy to find suitable parts."

"It's okay." Jiang Miao took off his backpack and took out salt, sugar, cigarettes, alcohol and other small-volume, high-circulation exchange materials. He was ecstatic and said to the boss, forgetting the original agreement to pay extra, and happily began to calculate the price.

Su Le followed behind until they finished the transaction. Jiang Miao introduced her, saying, "This is my uncle's daughter. She wants to trade something with you even in this doomsday. You can talk privately. I won't bother you."

After saying this, she walked away carrying two sacks of goods in one hand.

With such strength, none of the people around who were coveting the goods dared to come forward to cause trouble.

Su Le went straight to the point and asked the boss, "Are you doing business with the Qinglong Gang?"

The boss looked her up and down and said, "Miss, are you here to get information from me or to exchange supplies? If it weren't for Miss Jiang's face, I would have turned around and left when I heard you say that."

Not revealing the buyer's information to others is a basic quality of a merchant. If anyone can ask about it, who would still do business with them?

Su Le: "Don't worry, I just happened to know that the Qinglong Gang will have a big banquet recently, and they may need a lot of things. I want to borrow your connection to exchange some supplies with the Qinglong Gang."

Be alert to your boss: "What do you mean?"