Zhang Heng's words made the whole garden quiet.
The polite look on Mr. G's face also subsided a little bit. He didn't answer Zhang Heng immediately, but shifted his gaze to the traitor bodyguard at his feet, and said to the latter.
"You have been with me for three years. You know that I hate traitors the most, but you still do such a thing. I am very disappointed in you."
"I know that I made a mistake, and I don't expect your forgiveness. I just want you to give me another chance to make up for the mistakes I made before." The traitor bodyguard begged.
"But what you committed was not a small mistake," Mr. G said indifferently, "You were here that day, too. You saw this Mr. Zhang Heng go all the way, defeating all the masters I found, and finally brought him back in advance. The croissant has completed the whole process of the test, but it is because of your existence that even though Mr. Zhang Heng performed so well, I still couldn't really entrust him with the task of the courier, so there were so many misunderstandings in the end. Come to this step of mutual distrust."
"I..." the traitor bodyguard was dumbfounded.
"It's not that I don't want to give you another chance, it's just that you should be very clear about how important getting the goods back is to our follow-up plan. In fact, without the goods, there is no follow-up matter. How can I give you another chance?" Mr. G put down the teacup in his hand.
The traitor bodyguard looked panic-stricken.
"In addition, let me remind you that you are begging the wrong person. The Mr. Zhang Heng next to you is now the key to our business going on. You might as well beg him if you beg me."
Hearing the words, the traitor bodyguard seemed to have grasped at a straw, and turned his expectant eyes to Zhang Heng.
In the end, the latter spoke a step ahead, and said calmly, "I really like what I heard on the way here before, in the end we all need to pay for what we do."
After speaking, Zhang Heng made a gesture of please.
The eyes of Mr. G on the opposite side narrowed, and without saying anything, he suddenly pulled out the pistol from Director Zheng's waist, and shot the head of the traitor bodyguard on the ground before everyone could react.
The latter's body fell to the ground weakly, and the blood that flew up when he was headshot even splashed onto the corner of Zhang Heng's clothes, and then Mr. G turned his gun to Fengzi on the other side.
"Mr. Zhang Heng's heart is harder than I imagined. What about her, I heard that she helped you a lot tonight?"
"Touch her once, and you will never get the memory coder again." Zhang Heng's tone remained calm, without any threatening tone, but anyone could hear the threat in his words, and No one doubted that he would do it.
"I hate this kind of development too," said Mr. G. "Believe it or not, I actually hate violence very much. However, sometimes, when the road to peace cannot be achieved, we have to try to resort to violence." Violence."
"Your so-called peaceful road is not going to work, do you mean that your unilateral request was rejected?" Zhang Heng asked.
Mr. G said coldly, "Do you want me to remind you? It was you who sent me an email saying that you wanted to talk about the memory encoder. I agreed. Someone will go to the station to invite you here. Your request As long as I can do it, I agreed and showed enough sincerity, but in the end you didn’t have any politeness or attitude in negotiating, maybe I should remind you a little bit whose base it is.”
"Well, you are well-intentioned," Zhang Heng seemed to have missed the gun in Mr. G's hand, lifted the teapot on the table and poured a cup for Fengzi and himself before continuing.
"I was worried about where I hid the memory coder when I returned to the first floor, so I had someone wait for me directly at the gate of the station to make sure I didn't have time to do any tricks, and then turned halfway to the residence of the bodyguard who betrayed you, By killing his family to warn me of what will happen when I fight against you, I also pushed the matter of unilaterally tearing up the agreement to your bodyguard, and used the latter to play the sympathy card. After finding it invalid, I finally planned to tear my face apart. Threatening me more directly by killing him and intimidating my companions, probably...that's what it is."
Zhang Heng paused, "Unfortunately, the memory coder is indeed not on my body. To be more precise, I will not bring it back to the first floor until you complete my three requirements."
"You left the mnemonic on the second floor?" This was the first time Mr. G lost his composure tonight, so that he didn't even realize that Lian had knocked over his teacup.
He never expected that Zhang Heng would take such a big risk and kill so many opponents in exchange for the opportunity to bring back the memory encoder, but finally gave up just like that.
"You are right in what you said, this is indeed your territory, so I thought about it, and it is indeed safer to leave the memory encoder on the second floor." Zhang Heng said lightly, "It turns out that my decision is true. Very predictable."
"You shouldn't have done this. Where did you put the mnemonic on the second floor? Is that place safe? Does anyone else know..." Mr. G spoke as fast as a machine gun, throwing a series of The problem.
"Don't worry, the federal police thought I was dead in that fire."
"But once you take off the shielding device on your hand, the locator under your cerebral cortex will tell Sheng Tang Morgan's people that you are still alive."
"Indeed, that's why you'd better arrange surgery for me quickly." Zhang Heng said.
Mr. G was amused by someone's words, "You didn't bring anything back, and you still want me to operate on you to take out the locator?!"
"Yes, if you still want to get the memory coder." Zhang Heng said.
As a result, Mr. G hadn't answered yet. There was a sudden roar of an engine outside, and a red motorcycle was galloping all the way from the distant street, but it didn't slow down until it approached the garden.
The two bodyguards outside the door wanted to step forward to stop them, but when they saw who was in the car, they all stopped in unison. In the end, the motorcycle directly smashed the glass door of the garden and rushed in. Stop, until the last moment before hitting Mr. G's dining table, the rider on the motorcycle released the accelerator and pulled down the brake lever. The motorcycle drew a semicircle on the ground and finally stopped.
Miss F then took off the helmet on her head with her mechanical prosthesis, and threw it in front of Mr. G.
"I'll explain this to you later." Mr. G said.
However, Miss F ignored his words, and just said in a tone without any emotion, "Code F has completed the task for tonight, Mr. G."