"Have you re-negotiated the matter, are we going to continue to help that Mr. G protect his deliveryman?" Fengzi found two bottles of Coke from the refrigerator, and threw one of them to Zhang Heng.
"No, he won't believe me." Zhang Heng hung up the phone and took Coke and said, "Just like I won't believe him either, his purpose is just to use me as a bait for him."
"Huh? Then why did you email him?"
"In order to confirm something," Zhang Heng said, "Although he seemed very angry when the call was first connected, I didn't hear any panic from it, even though it seems that he has almost been arrested by the emergency response team. It’s approaching a dead end, but what’s interesting is that he doesn’t seem to think so, the reason why he finally agreed to my proposal was not only because he wanted to continue using me as bait, but also because he didn’t want me to be suspicious.”
"Suspicious?"
"People say that Mr. G is the uncrowned king of the first floor. More than half of the forces and gangs on the first floor are related to him, but his power has always been limited to the first floor. This is of course because he is concerned about the actual rule of New Shanghai 0297. Tang Morgan, but I don't think people like him will really stay on the first floor so honestly," Zhang Heng opened the Coke while talking, "After all, he didn't He really pinned his hopes on me, and he should have hidden other cards here."
"Then what are your plans next?" Fengzi asked.
"I'm going to help him uncover his hole cards and see what's underneath." Zhang Heng said lightly.
...
At 10:45, Zhang Heng came to a small pharmacy according to the address on the email. It was almost late at night, and there were very few people in the pharmacy, except for a female cashier playing with her mobile phone at the checkout counter and a drugstore Outside the teacher, there are only five customers left.
A young couple is picking out a pregnancy test stick at the counter closest to the cashier. An old man who looks almost eighty years old is asking the pharmacist to grab Chinese medicine for him. In addition, there is another man who looks like he has a bad cold. Man, wearing a face mask, is sitting on a chair, retrieving medicine instructions.
Zhang Heng looked around, and his eyes stayed on the man wearing the mask for a moment, but finally moved away. At this time, the pharmacist on the other side prepared the traditional Chinese medicine for the old man, walked towards him, and said, "You Ok, do you need help?"
"Oh, no, I just want to buy some vitamins and see for myself."
"Okay, no problem," the pharmacist said, "The vitamins are on the left-hand side of the second row of shelves, you can do what you want."
"Thank you." Zhang Heng thanked and walked over.
About two minutes later, a man wearing a motorcycle helmet and a leather jacket, who wrapped himself up tightly, walked into the store. He also looked around at the people in the store, and finally his eyes fell on the man wearing a mask. body.
The man in the motorcycle helmet walked up, sat down beside the latter, and said, "Do you have peach-flavored e-cigarettes?"
As a result, the man wearing the mask snorted and cursed, "Go away gay!"
The man in the motorcycle helmet was stunned for a moment, as if a little surprised. Seeing that the man in the mask didn't respond, he simply stood up, patted his pants, and walked out of the pharmacy.
Immediately afterwards, the man wearing the motorcycle helmet saw an ordinary guy in overalls who looked like a second-floor resident walking towards him. The man wearing the motorcycle helmet straightened his back and put on a defensive posture .
Then I heard the other person say, "I don't have a peach-flavored e-cigarette, but if you are willing to pay me a hundred credits, I can get you a cocoa-flavored e-cigarette."
"That couldn't be better." The man in the motorcycle helmet said happily after hearing the words, stood up, and followed Zhang Heng out of the drugstore. When he was out of the range of the camera, the man in the motorcycle helmet stretched out his hand and said, "Hello, I am in charge of this Maitreya, the courier of this transaction, you are here to protect my Zhang Heng."
Maitreya's outstretched hand stayed in the air for two seconds. Seeing that Zhang Heng was motionless, he retracted his hand in embarrassment, "Mr. G told me about you, I can understand your dissatisfaction, but the important thing now is Get out of here and send the goods back to the first floor."
"Did you bring the goods?" Zhang Heng asked.
"Yes." Mitreya nodded and tapped his helmet, "but the problem now is that the guys from the emergency response team blocked the station, and there were only three couriers left, so they only arranged for three people to be responsible for the outside Track our whereabouts, and the rest of the people gathered at the station to prevent us from leaving."
"Let's go back to the safe room first and then discuss how to leave next." Zhang Heng said.
"Okay," Mitreya had no objection, "Mr. G said that you are the strongest clone he has ever seen, let me follow your arrangement from now on, I believe you will definitely take me out of here."
Zhang Heng was noncommittal when he heard the words, and then he took Mitreya back to the apartment on the 11th floor.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw Maitreya, a young boy in a baseball cap who was tied up with five flowers, and he was stunned, but quickly realized, and praised, "This is the member of the emergency response team who was held hostage by you. You are as powerful as the rumors say. Even Tang Morgan's most elite armed force is not your opponent, by the way, do you still have a female companion, isn't she here?"
"It's just a woman I met in a bar. I asked her to help me find this foothold. Later, in order not to reveal my location, I have already solved her."
"If it were me, I would do the same." Mi Le nodded and sat down on the sofa.
"What do you want to drink?" Zhang Heng opened the refrigerator.
"Oh, whatever, we're still on the run, and I'm not a very particular person." Maitreya said, "By the way, we are safe now, can I ask how we will get back to the first floor next time. "
"Exchange with hostages." Zhang Heng said, kicking the boy in baseball cap who was curled up.
As a result, Mitreya showed a hint of hesitation when he heard the words, "Your idea is very good, but I have to remind you that these guys in the emergency response team have been instilled with the spirit of mission first. For them, whether they can complete the task is more important, I... I don't think they will choose to let us go because of the safety of a member." Mi Le tried to be tactful.
"No, the hostage exchange is just a bait. We use hostages to lure their people away from the station. Only in this way can we pass through their blockade there." Zhang Heng said, and then he picked up the pistol on the table, "And if they send fewer people, I don't mind helping them reduce their staff."