Chapter 11 The storm is coming
"Coming."
Ning Feng in the coffee shop, the corners of his mouth curved.
Within his sight, Wu Lan drove to the front of the Roche Group building,
As soon as I got off the bus, I was surrounded by reporters from various media who had been waiting for a long time.
The camera shots of various long guns and short cannons almost hit Wu Lan directly in the face.
The endless stream of questions made her head explode.
"Miss Wu, there are rumors outside that Luo Chen's death was not a simple accident. What do you think of this?"
"Ms. Wu, for the families of the girls murdered by Luo Chen, what are the specific compensation measures of the Luo Group?"
"Miss Wu..."
At this moment, Wu Lan could not move even an inch.
And the time happened to be exactly 5:22 pm.
"In ten minutes, Wu Lan will withdraw from the media reporters..."
"This is also the last interview Wu Lan faced with reporters before his death."
Sitting by the window of the cafe, Ning Feng drank the last sip of coffee from the cup in his hand.
Watching quietly what was happening across the street.
When the time came to 5:32:46, with the help of the group's security, Wu Lan was able to escape from the crowd.
While sorting out his wrinkled business attire, he quickly walked towards the Roche Group building.
Ning Feng, on the other hand, retracted his gaze and landed on the watch on his right hand.
Da, da, da,
The second hand rotates and moves little by little, which is a concrete representation of the passage of time.
"We're in the conference room, grumbling and sorting out the information on the table."
The time at this time points to 5:38 minutes and 54 seconds in the afternoon.
Across the street, Ning Feng looked at the top floor of the Roche Group building opposite, which towered into the clouds and was blurry.
But he seemed to be able to really see Wu Lan's every move inside.
Without taking action in a hurry, Ning Feng shifted his gaze outside the building,
A tower crane is operating a huge boom hook, and a simple platform suspended in the air is also connected to it. The wood is covered with iron and looks a bit mottled.
And higher up, there should have been a cloudless sky, but now, dark clouds are gradually forming, and they are accumulating more and more.
High up, the wind gradually picked up.
……
When the time came to 5:40 pm, Ning Feng took out his mobile phone, which had an untraceable number installed in it.
Then, when the time pointed to 5:40 minutes and 17 seconds, Wu Lan's personal mobile phone number was dialed.
"Hello? Who is this?" A confused voice came from the other end of the phone.
Ning Feng hung up immediately.
After calming down for about a minute and thirty seconds, the call was dialed again.
On the other end of the phone, there was still a familiar voice: "Who is it? Talk?!"
Wu Lan's voice was a little irritable.
But Ning Feng chose to hang up again, looked at the watch on his right wrist, and waited silently.
Another minute passed, and the old trick was repeated.
Until the time comes to 5:43:11 pm,
After dialing three times in succession and hanging up within seconds, he dialed Wu Lan’s private mobile phone number for the fourth time,
"It's not over, is it? Who are you?"
"Don't let me find out!"
Wu Lan on the other end of the phone still sounded irritable at this moment,
Reporters surrounded me, there were a lot of documents to be sorted out, and I was bombarded with phone calls. My mentality was already in a mess.
But Ning Feng's processed voice resounded coldly: "Miss Wu."
"Luo Chen's death was not a simple accident. He... died of homicide!"
"And, I also learned that the person who killed Luo Chen would be his next target."
"I hope I can meet and chat with you alone."
At this moment, in the coffee shop, Ning Feng stood up by the window and looked up at the top of the Roche Group building opposite. It seemed as if he saw Wu Lan receiving the call, with a look of extreme shock on his face.
As expected,
The next moment,
On the other end of the phone, Wu Lan's tone of voice was slightly trembling,
Slightly rapid breathing, subconscious swallowing of saliva,
But in just a few seconds, he was forcefully suppressed.
"...Where are you now?"
"When do we want to meet?"
At this time, everything in Wu Lan's sight became restless.
————
Roche Group, third floor, logistics team.
It is said that it is logistics, but it is actually responsible for menial tasks such as cleaning and repairing equipment.
It is usually composed of ordinary people within the company, or low-level superpower users with extremely weak superpower levels.
As the team leader, Lao Liu had a rare moment of leisure and was leaning on a chair in the corridor to polish his nails.
Toot toot.
The rapid ringing of the phone almost made him lean back and drop the nail file in his hand to the ground.
"Hey, logistics team on the third floor."
Lao Liu quickly answered the phone, and an extremely harsh scolding came from the other end.
"How many days have it been since the repairs on the outer wall of the top floor have been carried out? Are you free of charge by paying me your salary?!"
"You can drag on such a small thing?! Even if it's just a dog hanging up to work, so many days are over!"
"Can you do it? If not, get out!"
When Lao Liu heard this voice, his whole body shivered. He was very familiar with this voice.
It was Wu Lan, the leader of the secretarial team. Others didn't know it, but he had seen the other party's ruthless tactics.
Recalling the tortured low-level employees, Lao Lu almost wanted to walk away.
God knows what kind of madness Wu Lan was in, so she called their logistics team.
"Secretary-General Wu, this, this is excusable. The weather has been bad these days, either strong winds or rain..."
"Within an hour, if I still see those broken shelves beside the glass outside the conference room that haven't been removed, your entire logistics team will be waiting!"
Then, there was a series of busy signals.
Old Liu put down the phone in confusion, not knowing where he provoked this great god.
But when he thought about the possibility of losing his job, he had no choice but to give the order.
"Hey, Xiao Chen, call Lao Zhou and Xu Zi, hurry up and get on the tower crane and finish the outer wall of the top floor."
"Lao Zhou's heart is not feeling well? We have to do it anyway. No one can operate the tower crane now. If we can't finish it within an hour, our whole team will have to pack up and leave!"
Putting down the phone, Old Liu frowned, feeling worried inexplicably in his heart.
He walked to the corridor window, glanced at the increasingly gloomy sky outside the window, opened the window, and stretched out his hand to feel the strength of the wind.
"It should be...nothing..."
"Didn't the weather forecast say it will be cloudy and no rain today..."
Old Liu raised his head and squinted at the last corner of the sun, which was almost covered by dark clouds.
He sighed helplessly and went back to the chair to file his nails.
What can he do? He just follows orders.
……
PM, 5:53:18.
After casually crushing a few scrapped phone cards, Ning Feng, dressed in a suit, had a smile on his face and looked like a middle-aged man.
He kept snapping his fingers with his left hand and walked into the Roche Group building with a slightly frivolous pace.
When passing through the card access control machine,
I was distracted by the security and just finished swiping my card, but I accidentally picked up the woman who dropped the card.
Ning Feng passed the gate first.
Bang.
Suddenly, a dull crash came from beside him.
A highly intelligent and hilarious revenge novel. Please bookmark the new book. Please vote for it. Leave a comment to let the author know that someone is reading it. Please be cool!
(End of chapter)