Chapter 250 Cold
Under the night.
In an inconspicuous black car on the street.
"Crack——"
The burst of flames illuminated a face with a scar on the lower jaw.
The three-dimensional facial features are as sharp as a knife and an axe, especially the pair of eyes hidden in the dark, which are as sharp as a knife aimed at the center of the eyebrows.
The middle-aged man lit an old-fashioned long-handled match and lit the cigarette on his lips.
"Hiss——"
After taking a deep breath from the cigarette between his fingers, the middle-aged man threw away the extinguished match. The sound of the violent burning tobacco became increasingly clear in the small space.
He leaned back in his seat, he was the only one in the car.
There is an old-fashioned black and white mobile phone in front of me.
After a cigarette, the middle-aged man took out a phone card from the inner pocket of his suit and inserted it into the mobile phone in front of him.
After turning on the phone, a series of long-lost startup sounds were emitted.
There is no need to choose, open the address book, there is only one number in it.
The number lay there quietly, as if it were an old man who was dying after not seeing him for many years.
Taking a deep breath, he dialed directly.
After a long wait, the call finally got through.
"He agreed," the middle-aged man said before the other party could speak, "I have also contacted the people there. I believe that with them here, the lady will be fine."
"Huh——, Huh——"
A burst of violent breathing came from the other side of the phone, which made the middle-aged man frown slightly. He could even feel the coldness caused by the breath.
"No one like this has appeared for a long time," a voice finally came from the other side, but the difference was that the voice was extremely cold and mixed with the sound of "sizzling" electricity.
Like a mechanical system synthesized sound.
Bland, cold, without any emotion.
"Yes," the middle-aged man replied respectfully: "According to the information we got, Crimson is very interested in him and has already started trying to contact him in nightmares." He paused, "more than Once.”
“But please rest assured, we are fully prepared this time.”
"Gong Zhe." The other person suddenly said.
The middle-aged man's expression paused, and he subconsciously sat up straight, like a general listening to the emperor's teachings before going out for battle.
The muscles in the upper body bulged slightly, stretching the suit tight.
He is far more troublesome than Jiang Cheng imagined.
“Keep an eye on this person,” the cold voice continued, “At all costs, we must not let him be corroded by crimson, if necessary”
A few seconds later, this cold voice that sounded like mechanical synthesis had its first ups and downs, "You can give up being cute."
Hearing this, the middle-aged man named Gong Zhe's pupils shrank suddenly, and he subconsciously He opened his mouth to say something, but the other person didn't give him a chance.
"We have no time," the other person sighed, "and we can't afford such a loss."
The middle-aged man lowered his eyes, and after a while, nodded, " Got it." His voice was hoarse.
The call ended without any farewell.
After removing the phone card, the middle-aged man's world became quiet again.
He was sitting alone in the car, and many fragments filled with fire and blood poured out of the depths of his mind.
He was also one of the survivors of that incident, just like the person on the other end of the phone.
So, only they know how terrifying the guys they are going to face are.
Slowly raising his arm, the delicate loose cuffs embroidered with gold threads slipped down along the wrist, revealing a scar that spread downwards along the wrist, like a giant centipede.
The bulging forearm muscles trembled slightly, and the centipede-like scars seemed to come alive.
Few people know about his past, just like no one knows that the scar on him extends from the beginning of his wrist to his heart, almost cutting off his entire body.
"Buzz"
"Buzz"
What interrupted his thoughts was the vibrating sound of his mobile phone.
Of course it wasn't the black and white phone with the phone card removed, but it was in his pocket.
He took out his mobile phone, and the number displayed on it moved him slightly.
As soon as the connection was connected, before he could speak, he heard a thunderous voice, "Uncle Gong, where is that little bastard?"
"Get out of my way. !”
This is also Xia Meng’s voice, but it sounds slightly distorted. It should not be said to herself, but to someone around her.
There were also other people's voices faintly.
The middle-aged man couldn't help but smile bitterly. When leaving, he locked Xia Meng in the car, then ordered his men to watch her, and emphasized not to let her out.
But judging from the results, this ghost girl still tricked the car door into opening.
Of course, it is more likely to be a threat.
Her first reaction after getting out of trouble must be to come and seek revenge on this young man named Jiang Cheng.
The middle-aged man exhaled.
"See if I don't skin him today!" Xia Meng cursed fiercely. Ever since she met this man named Jiang Cheng, she started to have bad luck.
After being teased over and over again, this Liangzi is considered dead.
"Okay, okay," the middle-aged man said with relief, "Just wait for me there. I will go over right away. I have something to tell you."
After pondering for a moment, he used A more serious voice added: "This is not our territory, if you really cause any big trouble"
"Bang."
The other party hung up the phone.
The middle-aged man was holding his mobile phone, and he couldn't call it. He couldn't put it down, and he acted a little embarrassed for a while.
Finally, this inconspicuous black car drove out and merged into the endless flow of Mercedes-Benz traffic.
Soon, the taillights were no longer visible.
"Doctor," the fat man sitting on the sofa, stretching his neck and staring at Jiang Cheng, advised in a low voice: "Eat slowly, no one will compete with you."
Maybe it's because Jiang Cheng is about to enter a nightmare again, In particular, it seems that he has to face the unknown crimson. Every meal of the fat man is prepared for him as the doctor's last meal.
In the words of the fat man, it is to be prepared and prepared, and no one can lose but the doctor.
The doctor was not polite to him and broke off one of the king crab's legs with a "click".
Then throw it to the fat man.
"Doctor," the fat man embarrassedly picked up the crab legs and held them in his hands. He refused to eat them, but was unwilling to put them down. "You eat them first. I...I will eat them later."
Jiang Cheng was confused. He had to raise his head, with a shrimp in his mouth, and said vaguely: "Who told you to eat it?"
The fat man was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the crab leg in his hand.
“I want you to peel the shell for me,” Jiang Cheng said with his usual cadence, “so I can eat faster.”
Fat man: “.”
After the meal, the fat man simply cleaned up the tableware and the kitchen. He really couldn't cheer up for the messy office.
After all, it is still unknown whether the doctor can come back alive.
"Doctor," the fat man asked while shaking the water in his hand: "Has that person contacted you?"
This chapter is to make up for yesterday. I was sleepy yesterday and wanted to take a nap. As soon as you open your eyes, you will understand. A new copy is opened today, it is still the third update
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