"Gifts? Why! Now you all have learned to bring me gifts!"
On the rooftop of a high-rise mansion near the beach on Long Island, New York City.
The penthouse duplex, worth tens of millions of dollars, comes with an extra-large rooftop infinity pool.
Looking from above, the water in the swimming pool seems to merge into the sea and sky.
Tang Song wrapped himself in a bath towel and lazily lay on a beach chair, drinking freshly squeezed iced orange juice and watching the two women playing and fighting in the swimming pool.
In the swimming pool, Fox and Skye, who had not been seen for a long time, were soaking in the pool in bikinis, doing backstroke, butterfly stroke, and playing and fighting from time to time.
By the swimming pool, Zheng Daen, wearing a black and white Gothic maid outfit, proudly used a juicer to squeeze fresh orange juice for Boss Tang.
"Boss, we have already dealt with the president, vice president, and several directors and trustees of the Kinmen Group!
But Ding Qing, the third person in the Kinmen Group, is in prison..."
In a safe house of the Assassin Brotherhood in Seoul, Sloane paced the room with a satellite phone in his hand.
"Why, he's in prison, can't we handle it?"
Listening to Tang Song's voice on the other end of the phone, Sloan replied:
"Boss, Ding Qing is an overseas Chinese, I'm thinking about you too...
Now that all the top executives of the Kinmen Group are dead, can we consider finding an agent in South Korea? "
There was no sound on the other end of the phone. Sloan put the satellite phone to his ear, held his breath, and waited quietly for Boss Tang's reply.
By the infinity pool, Tang Song put the satellite phone aside and reached out to Zheng Daon, who was adding ice cubes to freshly squeezed orange juice.
Holding Zheng Daen, who was wearing a Gothic maid outfit, in his arms and hugging her with one hand, Boss Tang took out a gold coin with an ancient shape with the other hand.
He threw the gold coin up casually, and it rolled in the air and fell into his palm. Tang Song clenched his fist.
“On one side are flowers, on the other side are human heads!
Guess it, there's a reward for guessing it right! "
"What reward?" Zheng Daon, dressed in a Gothic maid outfit, twisted in Tang Song's arms, staring at his clenched fists curiously.
"You guess first, and I'll tell you after you guess!"
Tang Song held Zheng Daon's hand and walked around, exploring the secrets of the Gothic maid under the steampunk.
"flower!"
Zheng Daen's face flushed and he snorted.
"What a pity, it's a human head!" Tang Song smiled and spread out his hand. In his palm, there was a gold coin in excellent condition.
A crowned king's head is facing upwards.
“Hmm!”
Because of the evil hands of some people, Zheng Daon no longer cared about rewards and collapsed into Tang Song's arms.
"Hello!" Tang Song stood up, picked up Zheng Daon, and picked up the satellite phone beside him:
"Send a message to Ding Qing and ask him to come to New York to see me. If he disagrees, just kill him!"
Throwing the satellite phone aside, Boss Tang carried Zheng Daon straight into the room.
Skye and Fox, who were playing in the swimming pool, saw this scene and exchanged glances.
Soon I went ashore and entered the house...
… … …
Dongbu Detention Center, Songpa-gu, Seoul.
During exercise time, Ding Qing, dressed in an orange prison uniform, sat quietly on a bench reading a newspaper in the sun.
Around him, seven or eight tall and strong prisoners were standing guard vigilantly.
As a director of the Kinmen Group, South Korea's leading underworld organization, he is, unsurprisingly, also the next president of the Kinmen Group.
Ding Qing's treatment in the detention center was naturally different from that of ordinary prisoners, even when he first entered the detention center.
The warden of the Eastern Detention Center went to his solitary cell to visit him in person.
"Ah, shit! Another crackdown on gangsters. Do those bastards in the Blue House have nothing to do?"
Looking at the contents of the newspaper, Ding Qing threw the newspaper to the ground and stomped on it twice.
"stop!"
At this time, a thin man in orange prison uniform walked towards the bench where Ding Qing was sitting.
Several people from the Golden Gate Group outside quickly stopped him.
During this period, the top leaders of the Kinmen Group were killed one after another, so Li Zicheng specially arranged for the most capable people of the Kinmen Group to be put in the detention center to protect his boss.
If it weren't for the mutant detection device in the prison,
Ding Qing tried his best to persuade them, saying that he would spend a lot of money to arrange a group of mutant bodyguards.
"You! Come here!"
Ding Qing waved his hand, and several thugs from the Kinmen Group put the thin man in front of Ding Qing's bench.
Several people kept their eyes on him, and if he made any dangerous move, they would pounce on him immediately.
"Ha!" Ding Qing took off his glasses, blew a breath into the mirror, took out a glasses cloth from his pocket and wiped the lenses.
"Ne, what's the matter?"
The thin man kept bowing and nodding to Ding Qing.
"Someone asked me to tell you something. If you were not involved in that incident, go to New York. If you were involved, then...then..."
The thin man hesitated for a long time and didn't say the rest of the words.
"So what?" Ding Qing wiped his glasses and looked at the spotless lenses under the sunlight, his eyes staring straight at the thin man.
The ferocious look made the thin man's legs go weak. "He, they asked you to prepare a coffin. Boss, this, this is not what I said, they told me to pass it on..."
"Ah, shit!"
When several thugs from the Kinmen Group heard what the thin man said, they rolled up their sleeves and prepared to teach this outspoken guy a lesson.
"Okay, he's just a messenger, don't make things difficult for him!"
Ding Qing stood up and stretched towards the sun.
"Yeah, it's finally over! Notify the group's legal department that I'm going to be released from prison tomorrow and ask them to complete the bail procedures!"
"Yes! Boss!"
… … …
The next morning, at the gate of Seoul Eastern Detention Center, a row of black Hyundai cars were parked on the side of the prison road.
A group of bodyguards in black suits were waiting at the door to greet them.
clang!
The prison gate opened, and two prison guards escorted Ding Qing out.
Seeing dozens of people standing outside, he slammed the door shut again.
“It’s a nice day today!”
Ding Qing stretched out his hand, wanting to hug someone familiar, but after looking around, he didn't find that familiar figure.
"Where's that guy Zicheng? What is he busy with? He is absent from such an important event as the release of the eldest brother from prison!"
Ding Qing said this half-jokingly, but when he saw a group of subordinates from the Golden Gate Group in black suits in front of him lowering their heads.
His expression suddenly changed!
"Where's Zicheng!?"
Ding Qing looked at a group of subordinates who were keeping their heads down and not talking, and he walked up to one of them, grabbed him by the collar and asked.
"Director Li was murdered! With him was Chief Jiang from the Seoul Metropolitan Police Department!"
Ding Qing's face turned pale, he gritted his teeth, loosened his man's collar and patted him on the shoulder.
"clang!"
He turned around and kicked the door of a car next to him, and the door of the black Hyundai car instantly dented.
"Let's go! Back to the Group Building!"
Ding Qing took the suit jacket handed to him by his subordinate and put it on.
The men beside him quickly opened the car door for him.
… …
"Wenxi, what happened? Who killed Zicheng, and why did he die together with the man surnamed Jiang?"
Inside the car, Ding Qing finally couldn't hold back his anger anymore and punched the seat in front of him.
Sitting next to Ding Qing was his Chinese lawyer.
Yang Wenxi, who was also his confidant, waited quietly for Ding Qing to vent his emotions before adjusting his glasses and telling him the whole story.
"Zicheng and the chief of the Seoul Metropolitan Police Department's Investigation Planning Division were shot dead in an abandoned factory in the southern suburbs of Seoul.
The Metropolitan Police Department wanted to conceal the news, but our insider found out and passed the news to us!"
"I hired hackers to attack the Seoul Metropolitan Police Department's database,"
Yang Wenxi looked at Ding Qing hesitantly.
As Ding Qing's confidant, he was well aware of the friendship between Ding Qing and Li Zicheng, but he certainly had no way of hiding this matter from Ding Qing.
"Zicheng is an undercover agent of the Metropolitan Police Department!"
After saying this, Yang Wenxi carefully observed Ding Qing's expression.
Undercover!
Ding Qing's expression was a little stunned, then a complicated look flashed across his face with doubt, resentment, sudden realization, relief, and a mixture of other emotions.
"Who killed Zicheng?"
"According to the police's bullet analysis report, it's the same person who killed Chairman Zhang!"
Yang Wenxi paused and said, "In addition to Li Zicheng, his deputy Shi Wu is also an undercover agent of the Metropolitan Police Department. I have someone under control of him. What do you think we should do?"
"Old rules, throw it into the sea and grow lotus!"
Ding Qingmian stared out the window without blinking...
Yang Wenxi nodded and called someone to handle it.
The so-called planting lotus means putting people into a gasoline barrel, pouring cement into it, and throwing it into the sea.
This is the method that the Kinmen Group always uses to deal with people, making it impossible for the Metropolitan Police Department to find them.
… … …
Cheongdam-dong is a famous wealthy area in Seoul and also a famous commercial center in Seoul.
Countless upper-class tycoons, businessmen and movie stars live here, symbolizing wealth and power.
There are many fashionable shopping malls, bars, and cafes here, and many South Korean celebrities have properties near Cheongdam-dong.
The combination of fashion and wealth makes Cheongdam-dong the most prestigious prime real estate location in Seoul and even South Korea.
No one would have thought that a killer's safe house would be set up in a place like this.
Gu Ziyun sat on the sofa with a pale face, looking at the brightly lit night scene outside.
"Uncle, it looks like you are very afraid of your boss!"
Gu Ziyun's originally rosy lips turned pale and cracked, and his voice became a little hoarse.
The poison of the skeleton demon has spread to her body.
Even though Sloan had used Tang Song's methods to suppress the spread of the poison.
However, she was so weak that it was difficult for her to stand up.
Gu Ziyun's eyes were still bright, and he looked back at Sloan with a mocking look.
"You can't predict the boss!" Sloan, wearing a scarf, carried various foods from the kitchen to the dining table.
But most of them are Western food like sandwiches, burgers, and grilled steaks.
After putting all the food on the table, Sloan pushed Gu Ziyun, who was sitting in a wheelchair, to the front of the table.
"Uncle, are you planning to give me to your boss as a gift
Tell me, does he want to use me as an experiment or is he a lolita fan! "
Looking at the madness revealed in Gu Ziyun's innocent big eyes,
Sloane nodded at her gently and said, “I think the boss will like your personality!
Cherish it well. If your boss is satisfied with you, it will be like a mortal holding the key to the kingdom of God!"
Gu Ziyun looked at Sloan with an enthusiastic look on his face and shuddered for no reason.
At this time, the doorbell rang.
Sloan walked over, listened to the three long and one short rings of the doorbell, and opened the door.
"Take good care of this little girl and feed her. Put the medicine in the bathtub. After dinner, give her a bath..."
Sloan opened the door and a plain-looking South Korean woman came in.
She nodded at Sloan, walked over, skillfully put a napkin around Gu Ziyun's neck, and started feeding her!
Sloan looked for a while, turned and left the room, walked to the door, took out the key and opened the door.
… …
Sloan didn't turn on the lights in the large apartment with four bedrooms and two living rooms. He went straight to the study room using the light coming through the window.
In front of the bookshelf, Sloan took out a copy of "The Count of Monte Cristo" and pressed the switch inside. The entire row of bookshelves slid to the sides, revealing a wide variety of weapons inside.
The shelves are filled with all kinds of pistols, submachine guns, and sniper rifles.
Daggers and fire axes are hung on both sides.
There are even unpopular weapons like crossbows on this weapon rack.
Sloan skillfully began to check the maintenance and loading status of the items on the weapon rack...
This was a habit he had developed over the years. Whenever he arrived at a safe house, the first thing he would do was to check the retreat route and the weapons stored in the safe house.
"Ding-ling-ling!"
Just as Sloan was pulling out the bullets from a pistol magazine to check, his cell phone suddenly rang.
Sloan took out his cell phone and looked at the unfamiliar South Korean number on it! He answered the call.
"Anihasayo! Are you Boss Tang's man? I'm Ding Qing!"
"President Ding! Hello! It seems that you have made up your mind!"
Sloan put the pistol back into the gun rack and walked out of the study with his cell phone.
"I wonder when Mr. Tang is free. I want to visit him in New York!"
In front of the obstetrics and gynecology department of Seoul Asan Hospital, Ding Qing was pacing in the corridor with a mobile phone in hand.
Several computer experts from the Golden Gate Group, dressed in black suits, were constantly tracking his cell phone signal using laptops.
"Our boss means that he welcomes President Ding anytime these two days!"
At night, several men came out of the ward to get water and accompany the patient.
When the nurses on duty saw these burly men in black suits, they were so scared that they almost walked close to the wall!
"Then I will definitely prepare a big gift for Boss Tang. After all, without you, it wouldn't be so easy for me to take the position of president!
By the way, thanks to you for helping me remove the hidden wire of the police department around me!"
"President Ding, you are too polite. It just happened to be the right time!"
After hanging up the phone, Ding Qing walked to the window at the end of the hospital corridor. He looked through the glass at his own face reflected in the glass, which he could not describe the feeling, and suddenly grinned.
"Have you found out where he is?"
Ding Qing turned around and looked at several computer experts in the group.
They all shook their heads, and one of them bravely answered: "The call was too short, and the other party's phone has a signal encryption program, so it is difficult to locate!"
"Forget it!" Ding Qing waved his hand: "You guys go back first, I'll be alone for some time!"
In the silent hospital corridor, Ding Qing was alone, sitting on the floor with his collar open, looking somewhat decadent.
Ta-da-da…
The sound of footsteps made Ding Qing, with bloodshot eyes, raise his head.
At the end of the corridor, Yang Wenxi pushed open the door and walked in carrying a briefcase.
"Brother, everything has been arranged. The passport and tomorrow's plane ticket will be ready. We can be transferred to the country tomorrow morning!"
Ding Qing took off a gold Rolex watch from his wrist and threw it to Yang Wenxi.
"Wenxi, you should also follow her back to China and give this to her. Just say it's a gift from me to my future nephew!"
Yang Wenxi reached out to take the gold watch and said hesitantly, "Brother, is it worth it?"
"Oh, stop talking nonsense. Get out of here tomorrow and take good care of Zicheng's wife and children!"
"I'm not going to die for sure. Are the things ready?"
Yang Wenxi nodded: "I've already got it on the black market! But I'm afraid it won't pass security inspection!"
"Then take the money, and Zicheng's chess teacher, and pack them up. I promised to give Boss Tang a big gift!"