Chapter 1081 The Greedy Second Ancestor
Jack actually hates noisy nightclub environments. Although excessive noise can be shielded by actively reducing perception, this will cause the sixth sense to reduce the reminder of danger. sensitivity.
However, I have to admit that having a beautiful female companion who can make all men and women in the room look at him with all kinds of envious and jealous looks can indeed greatly satisfy a man's vanity.
None of the men present were very familiar with the rules of this nightclub, so they leaned against the bar and drank quietly while waiting for the ladies to complete their investigation.
Anna and Park Minrong spent nearly an hour walking around the various boxes on the second floor like butterflies in flowers before returning to the bar on the first floor.
"I didn't find Zhang Mingjun, nor did I see the Korean named Michael Qiao. I heard that there is a VIP suite dedicated to the president on the top floor. It should be inside."
Anna leaned into Jack's arms. , took the initiative to grab his left hand and put it around his slender waist, put his chin on his shoulder and whispered.
Her pretty face was slightly red, and she seemed to have drank a lot, and she could smell a faint smell of alcohol in her breath.
"Are you okay?" Jack was a little unsure of this girl's drinking capacity. Generally speaking, Mao girls should be quite capable of drinking.
“Don’t worry, with my skills, no one can touch me easily.” Anna put her arms around Jack’s neck and chuckled in his ear, “Sure enough, the more powerful a man is, the more jealous he is. The heart will be stronger.”
"Don't worry, although it's uncomfortable to share you with other women, I won't cuckold you. Hee hee, this metaphor from the Seris people is really interesting. Do they have any prejudice against the Irish?"< br>
"I'm just afraid that you'll get into trouble if you drink too much." Jack awkwardly grabbed the girl's somewhat restless hand.
Although he has lived in open-minded Europe and America for so many years, this was his first experience of being teased in public.
Fortunately, Anna also knew that business was important. She put her lipstick on Jack's mouth and applied it to him immediately. She reached out to the female bartender at the bar and asked for a glass of ice water to cool herself down.
“No suspicious people were seen in the booths around the dance floor. Zhang Mingjun either hasn’t arrived yet, or he went through the back door.” Ma Xidao walked around the central dance floor several times and then walked back. Next to the bar.
"Let Jiang Zhentai pretend to be a waiter delivering things and go to the top floor to explore the way first?" Jack took out his mobile phone and was about to send a message, but he didn't expect that several people's mobile phones rang at the same time.
"Rooftop box! Zhang Mingjun!"
Jiang Zhentai probably set it up in advance and directly chose to send a group text message.
The second text message followed, "Help!"
Unexpectedly, he was the first to find the target among the others. Jack winked at everyone, "Minrong Go out first and go back to the car to find Stanley. Xidao will guard the safe passage and must not let Zhang Mingjun escape."
After saying that, he and Lin Zheling walked quickly towards the stairs one after the other. Anna picked up her small satchel and followed them.
The structure of the "Chroma" nightclub is very simple. The first and second floors are connected. Standing in the corridor on the second floor, you can see the large dance floor in the center of the first floor from top to bottom.
The third floor is the top floor, a single large flat floor with an area of three to four hundred square meters. After passing through the box area on the second floor, you can see the closed door of the box when you go up the stairs.
Here, the roar of the subwoofer downstairs can still be heard through the resonance of the floor, but it cannot cover up the fierce gunfire in the box like fried beans.
"Can you give me a gun this time?" For some reason, Jack felt that he could hear a trace of resentment in Lin Zheling's tone?
Quite amused, he pulled out his Sig Sauer pistol and handed it to him along with the spare magazine, and then pulled out his usual FK7.5 from his waist.
It stands to reason that there should be at least two bodyguards or security guards standing outside the door of this kind of box, but now there is no one. Lin Zheling, who is anxious, rushes up the steps, lowers his head and sees the darkness seeping out from the carpet. red blood. He pushed the door and found that it couldn't be pushed open. The door seemed to be blocked by something. He took half a step back and kicked it in.
A corpse that was half lying inside the door was forcibly taken away. As soon as Lin Zheling poked his head inside, he was forced back by several bullets fired into the door frame.
"Come again." Anna took out a blast bomb from her small handbag and pulled out the safety pin. Lin Zheling pushed the door open for the second time.
"Bang!"
There was a loud noise in the box and dust fell, and Lin Zheling rushed in first.
"Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?" Jiang Zhentai, who was hiding under the round bar in the middle of the hall, shook his dizzy head and asked himself three soul questions.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Deafening gunshots rang in his ears, and then a corpse fell in front of him. He subconsciously rushed over and grabbed the pistol that fell to the ground.
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Back to ten minutes ago, Jiang Zhentai, dressed as a nightclub waiter, was holding a fruit plate and followed three "colleagues" into the top box smoothly.
As expected, he saw Zhang Mingjun and Michael Qiao who were negotiating on two sofas facing each other, but it was obvious that the communication between the two parties was not smooth, and the atmosphere at the scene was tense.
Michael Joe is a Korean-American, but as the youngest son of a certain chaebol, American nationality is just a convenient identity for him.
He spends most of his time managing his own business in South Korea, conducting various money laundering activities in the name of investment.
More than a month ago, his largest partner Zhang Mingjun broke into this place and threatened the lives of his wife and children, demanding that all the billions of dollars that had been remitted in the name of investment over the years should be reflected. .
Michael Joe had made a lot of money from chickens and eggs over the years, so he was naturally dissatisfied. Although he was forced to agree at the time, it was worth a billion dollars.
If his wife is gone, he can find another one, and if his children are gone, he can have another one, but without the income brought by this billion US dollars, he can only go back in despair and kneel down to his chaebol father, and then count on Can I inherit more of the family business?
After having a charming eye and recruiting a group of gunmen as bodyguards, Michael Joe suddenly felt that he was capable again.
Especially after seeing that Zhang Mingjun was so big that he dared to come again with only three people, and was searched at gunpoint by his bodyguard at the door and disarmed, Michael Qiao I feel like I am better.
He knew very well the origin of the money, and he knew even more clearly that if he could kill Zhang Mingjun
"I originally wanted to let you go, but you really have no self-awareness at all." Zhang Mingjun leaned lazily on the sofa, seemingly not minding that the conversation between them was interrupted by several people who came in to serve wine and fruit plates. students heard.
"What kind of self-knowledge? Isn't it important to assess the situation? You idiot." Michael Qiao looked at the three people standing behind Zhang Mingjun with their bare hands, and then looked at the dozen waists standing behind him. Without Glock's bodyguard, I felt a little more courageous.
“You really think of me as your wage earner!” He flashed a bank electronic key that looked like a USB flash drive towards the other party.
"I have indeed prepared the money, but I think you have another choice."
Michael Qiao winked at a younger brother, a trip full of US dollar cash The bag was thrown to the ground.
"Here is five million US dollars in cash. You can take this money and go to Vietnam or the Philippines. Isn't what you should be worried about most now how to survive the pursuit in the north? What a hopeless idiot. "
After that, he suddenly stood up from the sofa, pulled out a pistol from his waist and pointed it at Zhang Mingjun's head.
(End of this chapter)