Southeast Asia
Situ Kun sat in his opulent living room, while his subordinate held up a laptop that was playing footage of forty or fifty cars chasing each other on the streets of Switzerland.
The SUV at the very front was about to be chased to the edge of the broken bridge, but it still hadn't stopped.
He calmly took a puff of his cigar, picked up the phone beside him, and dialed a number.
"Force him to stop, get the item, and... his life or death is irrelevant!"
The phone was taken by another subordinate and then put down.
In the video, the off-road vehicle is at its wit's end, with a river tens of meters wide in front of it and a hail of bullets behind it.
A faint smile appeared on Situ Kun's lips.
That little bastard Situ Le secretly transferred 70% of the Henry Group's money and deposited it in a Swiss bank.
He tried everything but couldn't get the money out. Only after talking to the bank manager did he learn that the little bastard had set such harsh conditions.
I had no choice but to tolerate Situ Ming living until now.
It's time to take this kid's life back.
The commotion in South America was probably caused by this kid. That idiot Python Skin was played without even realizing it.
The subordinate took the cigarette ash that had fallen from Situ Kun's hand, then took the cigar, endured the heat, and stood obediently at the back again.
Situ Kun casually crossed his legs, rhythmically tapping his fingers on the sofa armrest.
Suddenly, his pupils contracted, and he stood up. In the video, the top-of-the-line SUV roared loudly, accelerated, and crossed the broken bridge from one side to the other.
Several cars following behind were unable to brake in time and fell into the river, where they were instantly submerged by the swift current.
Enraged, Situ Kun picked up the computer and smashed it, yelling, "A bunch of useless trash!"
Then he picked up the phone again and dialed...
The car has landed!
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Steer! I'm going to die! Ah! Ah!!!"
Just as Zhao Xiaoyue's internal organs returned to their original positions, a piercing scream came from inside the car.
Before she could stop it, a shout of "Take the helm!" startled Zhao Xiaoyue, making her break out in a cold sweat.
She stretched out her arm and gave Zhang Xiaomeng a big shove on the back of the head.
"What are you yelling about!"
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