Ningcheng Airport.
A foreign man got off the plane.
His appearance did not attract much attention. In today's society, seeing foreigners is commonplace, and he was also quite ordinary with no special features.
One second he's in your sight, the next he's gone.
Blend into the crowd without leaving any trace of presence.
The man flagged down a taxi, speaking fluent Mandarin, and the driver wasn't surprised.
China's strength is recognized worldwide. The driver will only feel proud of the man who can speak Mandarin, and won't show much emotion towards him. At most, he'll give him a mental thumbs up, and that's enough.
The driver dropped the man off at the dock and drove away.
Looking at the dock in front of him, the man took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of arrogant eyes hidden behind them.
The man took out his phone and made a call. A moment later, a middle-aged man walked out of the dock.
The two looked each other over and, after confirming each other's identities, went inside together.
Arriving at a warehouse, I walked up to a shipping container.
The middle-aged man opened the container door. It was pitch black inside. After he stepped inside, the motion-sensor light suddenly turned on.
Everything inside is revealed.
There was a table there, with a long wooden box and a small wooden box on it.
The man standing at the door smiled, walked inside, opened the long box, and inside lay a Barrett rifle and bullets.
The man then opened the small box, inside which was a Desert Eagle.
The man picked them up one after the other to examine them, and finding no problems, he smiled with satisfaction.
China has very strict gun control measures; without certain methods, there's really no way to bring weapons in.
The middle-aged man next to him rubbed his hands together, his meaning quite clear.
The man gave him a cold look, which immediately sent chills down the middle-aged man's spine and made him tremble all over.
It was as if, in that instant, he saw death.
However, the chill disappeared quickly.
The man took out a bank card and casually tossed it to him, the PIN written on the back of the card, without him having to say anything.
The middle-aged man received the money but didn't dare linger. He wiped away his cold sweat and left quickly.
Making a deal with such a person is undoubtedly dangerous, but unfortunately he offers so much that it's impossible to refuse.
Given this person's status, he couldn't refuse.
Remiel.
One of the twelve-winged seraphim of the Dragon King's Palace.
His notoriety is well-known abroad; countless people have died at his hands.
He's willing to do anything as long as the money is right.
Abroad, Remiel also has a nickname: "The Money Guy".
The buyer is responsible for paying, and he is responsible for doing the work. Anything beyond that can be done by paying extra.
Surveillance footage.
Ying sat gracefully in the chair and calmly took a sip of coffee.
He remained unmoved as he looked at Remiel in the video.
He already knew about Remiel's actions, and he also knew why he was here.
Watching Remiel wipe and inspect the weapon again, Shadow yawned boredly.
"Ya, don't you find this boring?"
Behind the chair stood a girl, her gaze calm as she watched the surveillance footage.
Hearing what Ying said.
She glanced at it and said coldly, "What do you want to say?"
Ying yawned again and stretched.
"Don't we already know what he's going to do? Why don't we just take care of him? Or have the supervisory bureau arrest him? It's really boring to just watch like this."
The girl didn't answer, seemingly too lazy to reply.
Ying pouted, bored.
"I really don't understand. What's so good about him that makes you need to do this? He doesn't even know what you're doing, so why bother..."
The girl shook her head: "You don't understand."
"That phrase again."
Ying was helpless. His lazy gaze suddenly turned cold, and his tone was no longer as calm as before. He said coldly, "Why don't I just kill him? That way you won't have to waste your energy helping him silently."
The girl stared coldly at Ying, and Ying stared back at her. The two locked eyes in silence, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop a few degrees.
The girl didn't speak, but her eyes told Ying that if he really did that, the consequences would be dire.
Ying smiled and shrugged in embarrassment: "Just kidding, just kidding, how could I do that?"
"..."
"So, what do we do now?" Ying looked at the monitor screen again.
Remiel had already packed the weapons into his bag and turned to leave.
The girl looked over, remained silent for a moment, then turned around and walked towards the door.
As she reached the door, she stopped and said, "Wait a minute, there are some things I haven't figured out yet."
After saying that, she left.
Ying didn't understand what she meant. They had been planning for so long, why were they still waiting? What were they waiting for?
Unable to understand, Ying withdrew her gaze, took out a cigarette, and slowly lit it.
Smoke rings are exhaled.
He was the only one left in the room.
Glancing at the surveillance footage, Remiel had already left the dock.
Ying shook her head slightly and muttered to herself.
"Ya, what are you thinking? I've met Luo Chen, and I haven't found anything about him that's noteworthy. Oh, it seems like he's almost catching up to me in terms of looks, which is definitely something to be aware of."
"However, he's just a rich kid. With your status, do you really need to act like this? I don't understand, I really don't understand."
After years of planning, including arranging for him to go undercover, a series of events were orchestrated.
To outsiders, it looks like they're about to do something big, but little do they know that it's all for one person.
"Luo Chen, Luo Chen, I offered you such a great temptation and you didn't take it. If you had just taken it, wouldn't your status have risen to a higher level? Heh, if it were me, I would have taken such a benefit. How foolish."
and.
He hasn't called since I gave him my phone number.
Don't you care at all?
Those are the conditions for becoming a super family.
Ya, he didn't understand, this Luo Chen was also a mystery.
After thinking about it, Ying became somewhat agitated.
If this weren't his home turf, he might already be living here.
Since Ya cares about him so much, shouldn't we teach him a lesson?
Otherwise, it would be really hard to swallow this insult.
Thinking of this, Ying smiled.
He stubbed out the cigarette, and his previous elegance returned.
Pick up your coffee cup and take a sip.
Then he vomited it up again.
"Pah, it's cold again. I should have finished it earlier next time. What a waste."
...
At this moment, Luo Chen was taking a walk with Ling Qingyi.
She suddenly called, saying she had something to ask, so Luo Chen came over.
Seeing Uncle Xu wearing sunglasses, Luo Chen asked curiously, "Old Xu, when did you become so fashionable? You're even wearing sunglasses now. Are you trying to go for the Little Ma style?"
Uncle Xu wore sunglasses and remained silent with an air of arrogance. Didn't Luo Chen have any idea why he was wearing sunglasses?
Although he did it himself, wasn't it because he was bewitched by Luo Chen that he ended up like this?
His eyes haven't healed yet and will need a few more days; it's even difficult for him to glare at anyone.
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