"Holy crap! There are so many goodies in this car!"
The man in the windbreaker had already gotten into the car.
Looking at the piles of supplies, his eyes lit up.
[Zhanfeng Group] has been established for a long time, but has never been so wealthy.
The others also got out of the car curiously and looked into Huizi's car.
There was a glint of greed in everyone's eyes.
"Brother, there can't be any problem, right?"
The man in the windbreaker asked a short but extremely sturdy man, "Driving a car like this and carrying so much supplies, they must not be an ordinary team."
The tough man was none other than the leader of the [Zhanfeng Group], Zhao Jinsong.
At this time, Zhao Jinsong was also staring at the supplies in the car, unable to move his eyes away.
After hesitating for a moment, he looked around to make sure there was no one around.
"Move the supplies away!"
He couldn't resist such temptation.
Being a traveler means making money by risking your life.
How can it not be dangerous?
With a truckload of stuff like this, it's worth taking the risk!
One member asked in confusion: "Brother, you don't want the car anymore?"
“No!”
Zhao Jinsong is still a bit shrewd.
Although he also wanted this car, it would be easy for someone to find it.
So, he simply didn't want the car. After all, he would definitely make a fortune by stealing this batch of supplies.
Huizi is still hiding in the dark.
Watching the people from the [Zhanfeng Group] excitedly moving the supplies to their cars, Huizi gritted his teeth and forced himself to hold back.
If the other party wanted to drive away with the car, Huizi would stop him at all costs.
But when Zhao Jinsong said to leave the car behind...
After struggling for a while, Huizi decided to swallow his anger.
The most important thing now is to ensure that he can take Ning Fan away as soon as he comes out.
After watching the members of the [Zhanfeng Group] leave with a full load, Huizi finally walked out from the shadows behind the tree.
"Damn, it was moved so damn clean!"
…
Ning Fan stood in a dark street, constantly adjusting his emotions.
Nervous, anxious, and excited.
Looking up at the lights on the third floor of the research institute, Ning Fan finally made up his mind.
Clinging to the uneven and mottled wall, Ning Fan crawled towards the window like a gecko.
When he reached the window sill on the third floor, Ning Fan stuck his head out and saw a man napping on the sofa.
He tiptoed to open the window and jumped in lightly.
tread.
The sound of the body landing was very light, but the man opened his eyes a little in a daze.
When he saw another person in front of him, he was startled and all sleepiness disappeared.
But Ning Fan was extremely fast, and the broken sword in his hand had already reached his throat.
"Shh, don't talk."
Ning Fan was wearing a hat and covering the lower half of his face with a piece of rag.
"I hope you'll cooperate. Otherwise, I have other ways to keep you quiet."
Ning Fan's voice was cold, but it was trembling a little.
This man is the director of the F32 District Research Institute.
The dean's face was a little pale, and there was fear in his eyes. It was obvious that he had not recovered from his sleep.
But he nodded anyway.
"Friend, what are you doing?"
The dean whispered, "Do we know each other?"
"Where is the special medicine?"
Ning Fan's voice was hoarse.
The dean's eyes froze.
"You, you...are you crazy?"
Special medicine, one million sola.
Even if it is placed in the headquarters, it is not a small number.
Moreover, this is a research institute.
If you dare to have evil thoughts about the special medicine here, you must be crazy.
"Yeah, crazy."
Ning Fan said indifferently: "A madman can do anything."
The dean could feel Ning Fan's determination.
But he still frowned and said, "Friend! The hospital does have a special medicine, but it's prepared for the chief! Even if you take it, you can't leave the F32 area!"
"Judging from your voice, you shouldn't be very old. So, if you leave now, I'll pretend nothing happened! Live a good life in the future, don't play with your life..."
Ning Fan did not appreciate the dean's kind advice.
“How can we live well without medicine?”
Ning Fan's eyes flashed: "Don't waste my time. I don't want to kill someone who has no grudge against me."
The dean sighed and said, "The special medicine is not with me. It's in the safe room on the second floor."
Ning Fan frowned.
Seeing his sharp eyes, the dean explained, "How could I possibly carry something so valuable on me?"
"Can you open the safe door?"
Ning Fan asked.
The dean nodded: "Yes."
"How many people are outside?"
"Not sure. At this time, many senior researchers haven't come to work yet. Maybe four or five!"
“Where are the security guards located?”
"There are usually three or four on the first floor, and two in front of the safe."
"Okay, let's go."
Ning Fan pulled the dean up, picked up the coat on the hanger, and put it on.
The dean was held by Ning Fan, and he felt the black sword hidden in Ning Fan's coat pressing against his waist.
If he dares to act rashly, this sword...
It will stab!
Fortunately, we didn't meet anyone else along the way.
Going down to the second floor and passing through a long corridor, Ning Fan saw the two security guards that the dean mentioned.
Behind the security guard was a door that looked extremely heavy.
"President Chen, why are you here?"
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