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Invincible Chapter 707

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    Wang Shuyun sat on the bed and smoked one after another, with unconcealable uneasiness on his face.

    At this moment, the door lock clicked, and Wang Shuyun looked up at the iron door, "Are you going to interrogate me again?"

    But when he saw the person who came in, his face suddenly turned pale, his body trembled non-stop, and the cigarette caught between his fingers fell to the ground with a "click".

    "I'll take you on your way." The voice of the visitor was cold, without any emotion.

    Wang Shuyun stared at the man in black in front of him, and suddenly calmed down, "Qiu Mingtong is going to kill me?"

    "You don't need to know this, but don't worry, your family will be taken care of."

    Wang Shuyun was very reconciled, but he was not reconciled, and he would not escape death no matter what.

    "There is no need to take care of him. He can take back the company in my son's hands. Don't bother him in the future."

    The man in black smiled: "I can pass on this, what else?"

    Wang Shuyun stood up and straightened his collar, "It's gone!" After saying that, he closed his eyes.

    Without any hesitation, the man in black flashed a cold light in his right hand, and the saber brushed against Wang Shuyun's throat, then turned and walked out without looking.  The moment he closed the door, there was the sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

    At the same time, Ran Fei was lying on the bed and fell asleep. A man in black came in and saw Ran Fei sleeping soundly, with a bloodthirsty smile on his face.

    Walking over slowly, he covered Ran Fei's mouth.  Ran Fei suddenly opened his eyes, and firmly grasped the black man's hand covering his mouth with both hands.

    The man in black sneered, and the saber in his hand pierced through his jaw fiercely into his brain, blood spurted out along the wound, and the blood sprayed onto his hand was actually a little hot.  Ran Fei's eyes protruded from their sockets, and there was a fierce gleam in his eyes. The light in his eyes slowly disappeared, and his body shook slightly for a few times, then remained still.

    "Target No. 1 cleared."

    "Target No. 2 cleared."

    The man in black wiped the blood from his hands on Ran Fei, and said in a cold voice, "No. 3 target is cleared."

    "Close the team!"

    The torrential rain outside is still going on, and it is getting bigger and bigger.  The eight black shadows quickly climbed over the fence of the criminal police team, boarded two off-road vehicles parked outside, and disappeared into the rainy night.

    More than an hour later, Da Liu stood up with a dangling body, touched the back of his head that was still in pain, and leaned against the wall in a daze.  Suddenly Liu shook his head violently, his expression changed drastically.  Turning around and knocking open the door of the monitoring room, he found Old Wu lying on the ground, lifeless.  He hurried over to sniff his breath, and found that he was just unconscious, so he hugged his head and yelled.

    "Old Wu! Old Wu! Wake up??? Wake up??????"

    Lao Wu opened his eyes, his eyes were blurred, and it took a while to see the face of Da Liu who was close at hand.

    "Big Liu! What's wrong with me, my head hurts."

    "Get up, we've been knocked unconscious." Da Liu's voice was a little hoarse, and his tone changed.

    Old Wu hadn't reacted yet, "I was knocked unconscious by someone."

    Da Liu put him down, ran to the monitor console, and wanted to retrieve the archives, but all the archives were gone.

    Da Liu was shocked, and hissed: "Old Wu! What are you doing, go out and have a look." After speaking, he ran to the door and opened it, then ran back, took out a weapon in a drawer, and ran out again.

    Old Wu seemed to be awake at this time, he got up quickly, found his own gun and followed behind Liu.

    Both the monitoring room and the duty room were on the first floor. Two people knocked open the door of the duty room and found the four brothers lying on the ground.

    Go over and wake them up, "Quick! Take your weapon and search the floor, we were knocked unconscious."

    The faces of those four guys also changed drastically. They were knocked unconscious in their own territory, and they didn't even see their shadows. It's hard to say.  Besides, since people came here and knocked them unconscious, it was definitely not for fun.

    Their quarrel woke up Di Xianfeng who was sleeping on the second floor, and the boy turned over and sat up.

    Wu Yuhan said in a daze, "What are you fussing about?"

    Di Xianfeng jumped out of bed and put on his clothes quickly, "Something may have happened, you stay indoors, don't go out."

    Wu Yuhan said: "This is the criminal police team, what can happen?"

    Di Xianfeng walked out quickly, "lock the door." Then he ran down.

    When he went downstairs, he saw six people searching from room to room, "What's wrong?"

    &Yang Luo reached out and picked up a pack of Zhonghua 329 that Yuan Jingxuan put on the desk, "Seeing this pack of Zhonghua reminds me of a catchphrase that was popular in my childhood."

    Yuan Jingxuan didn't speak, looking at Yang Luo, he didn't know what he wanted to say.  Even Dong Yuluo and the others who were standing at the door were a little confused, how could they talk about jingles.

    Yang Luo flicked his thumb on the bottom of the cigarette case, and a cigarette jumped out, drawing a graceful arc in the air and falling into his mouth.  Then he picked up the lighter and lit it, taking a deep breath.

    "Provincial Zhonghua, City Peony, Liaoye Tobacco for ordinary cadres, large-scale production by young guys, and dry tobacco rolls for farm brothers." Speaking of this, Yang Luo took another puff of cigarette and asked, "Do you know what this means?"

    Yuan Jingxuan didn't speak, but just looked at him coldly.  But Dong Yuluo and the others listened with pricked ears, they really didn't know what this jingle could mean.

    Yang Luo sighed, "Those peasant brothers were digging food in the fields with their faces facing the loess and their backs facing the sky. Beads of sweat fell on the ground and broke into eight petals. After a year, they were reluctant to buy a pack of cigarettes. They could only spend two cents for two catties.  Dry tobacco, so that they can smoke for a month. And those young people rely on their strength to go out to work, and earn some money to buy large-scale production for a pack of 35 cents. The leaders of towns, villages and counties,  It¡¯s a bit oily, Liao Ye for three yuan. Then the leaders in the city, peony for five yuan. However, the leaders in your province smoked Zhonghua. At that time, it seemed to be more than ten yuan. But your monthly salary  It¡¯s only a few dozen yuan, apart from supporting his wife and children, what will he use to buy cigarettes.¡±

    After speaking, he picked up the Zhonghua 329, "Don't tell me the fuck you bought it yourself. Now the market price of Zhonghua cigarettes starting with 3 has been sold to more than 1,000, but what is your salary now? Secretary Yuan, don't care  Anyone should love money, but you must know that there is a way to love money. If you take things that shouldn¡¯t be taken, you will be caught sooner or later.¡± (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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