The ten-minute news program ended quickly, and before the creamy host could show up, Xie Sheng had already turned off the phone.

He was a little unfinished: "Yuliya, why doesn't she go to film a TV series? I bet the ratings will be very high."

"Aren't you afraid of her filming a kissing scene with a certain man? Recently, middle-aged actors with beards are very popular in romance movies?"

In my mind, I pictured the beautiful female host being held in the arms of a greasy middle-aged man, like that... like that... and then like that again!

The picture was so beautiful that Xie Sheng did not dare to continue imagining it.

He shook his head vigorously: "This kind of serious news program is more suitable for her."

He turned his attention back to the dinner table.

"Hey, were there three chicken drumsticks just now?"

"Well, Ling'er took one, and I ate the other two." Yulia held a half-eaten chicken drumstick in her hand and her mouth was bulging. I really don't know how she could speak so clearly.

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"By the way, what did the news say just now?"

"Who knows what is broadcast, I don't care about that"

Xie Sheng carefully cooked six chicken legs, but he couldn't eat any of them. Xie Sheng felt bitter and unhappy.

"Hey, are you really not going to go home tonight?"

"I can't break my promise"

Yun Ling'er held a chicken leg and squatted in front of the suitcase.

Brother Xie Sheng is leaving tomorrow, and there are not many opportunities left to open the suitcase.

"Puppy, open your mouth and eat meat!"

A gargoyle stood in the corner of the room, staring straight at the chicken leg in Yun Ling'er's hand.

Xie Sheng swallowed, stood up and walked to the living room: "Don't forget to pack your things and wash the dishes."

Hearing the footsteps, Yun Ling'er quickly stood up, turned around and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw it was Xie Sheng.

"Are you going to eat this chicken leg?" Xie Sheng looked at the chicken drumstick in Yun Ling'er's hand eagerly.

"for you"

Xie Sheng took the chicken leg and took a bite.

Although blood products are indispensable to him and he won't feel hungry if he doesn't eat for a hundred days, good food and wine will make him remember that he is still a human being.

In a house in Niwan District, the table in the middle of the room is huge and sturdy.

There are more than a dozen assault rifles and the same number of pistols placed on the table.

There was also an equal number of military daggers, in addition to several boxes of bullets and frag grenades.

If modern historians see these things, they will surely think a lot.

If in the modern history of Moxu, during the Constitutional Monarchy War that changed the destiny of Moxu, the constitutionalists could obtain this batch of weapons, they would definitely be able to end the war three years in advance.

Even now, if the guys around the table can operate these guys skillfully, they have a high probability of taking down a sub-district police station.

Seven or eight stern-faced men and three women with equally sinister faces gathered around the table.

The leader is a tall man with a dark face and a strong build. His name is Barrett, and today is his forty-fifth birthday.

From the age of fifteen to thirty-five, he spent ten years in prison.

After the age of thirty-five, he found the true meaning of life and never went to prison again.

Instead of doing small things over and over again, it's better to do something big once a year.

He did this for ten consecutive years and lived a good life.

This year he chose his birthday to do it.

After several months of continuous observation, he discovered that there was a huge "rice grain" factory in a certain villa in the Cross Street District.

The so-called "rice grains" are of course not the kind you eat. They are a popular hallucinogen. You only need to put them in drinks and drink them to achieve the desired effects.

Not only does it not have the complicated operations of sucking and piercing like its predecessors, it also far exceeds those predecessors in terms of efficacy.

Because of this, the price of each "rice grain" is also very considerable.

Today is the time for the "Mi Li" factory to deliver a large number of finished products.

Buyers and sellers will have a large amount of cash and a large number of "rice grains" for on-the-spot transactions.

One of Barrett's younger brothers risked his life to sneak into the "rice grain" factory and passed the news to him in time.

This kind of black and white trick is Barrett's favorite activity.

As long as the operation can be completed in time according to the plan, the police station will not even know what happened in the end.

After finishing this job, Barrett decided to retire and enjoy the rest of his life.

The target chosen by Barrett is located in a single-family villa at the other end of the cross street.

Cars kept coming out of the yard, taking away box after box of things.

In addition to the packed "rice grains" in the car, there are also some important equipment that need to be loaded and transported away.

A pile of bloody things that looked like peeled meat were piled in the corner of the room.

A guy with a face as pale as a dead man, without a trace of blood, stood in front of the pile of things, holding a phone in his hand.

Dead Face dialed the phone: "Boss, I have no one around me right now."

"Xiao Wu, it's already this time, why are you still calling me? Has the situation changed?"

Barrett felt a little nervous.

"Boss, the other party in the transaction feels that it is not fair to our side to trade on the other party's territory."

"Oh, is the deal cancelled?"

"No, they chose another yard in this neighborhood for trading."

"Tell me the location and time"

Dead Face sent Barrett the address of Yun Ling'er's home. After confirming that the other party had received it, he hung up the phone and put one hand hard into his clothes, moving here and there, rather than scratching an itch.

It's tearing away the layer of skin on your body.

"This guy has too little fat on his body, so it's really hard to get rid of it."

During the pulling, the dead man's face gradually changed its appearance and figure, becoming another appearance.

Not only that, but even the voice he speaks is completely different from when he talks on the phone.

Although Xiao Wu is a very trusted subordinate of Barrett, he still needs to confirm it.

Barrett made a call. After the call was connected, he said to the other end: "Check this address for me and tell me all the information."

"There is only a little girl living there now. She called the police several times to report that monsters wanted to drive her away from her home."

"Oh, do you have any activities today?"

"In addition to investigating the missing girls everywhere, there is also a case of the missing son of a powerful man."

"That's good. The entire neighborhood's communication system will fail on time."

"We have been cooperating for ten years, our credibility is guaranteed, happy birthday"

"Thanks"

Barrett hung up the phone and thought carefully about the problem he faced.

"Those guys who trade "rice grains" want to drive away the little girl, and then use that yard for trading, so there should be no problem with Xiao Wu's intelligence. The plan that has been planned for several months must continue. At worst, it is for himself.

Forty-fifth birthday, fireworks!"

On the other end of the phone, Director Chandler threw a brand-new mobile phone into the sea and walked back to the car.

Ten years ago, he was working as a junior prison guard in a prison, where he met Barrett.

One night, a depressed prison guard and a recidivist who was about to be released from prison had a few drinks together.
Chapter completed!