Who wants to buy their own heads? There is no suspense at all, what is funny to Shen Ming is that He Lian is too stingy, he is willing to pay 200 million US dollars to buy himself, but only 100 million US dollars to buy a human head.
Driving back to the He family's mansion again, He Shixin went to take a shower and go to bed exhausted, but Shen Ming visited the mansion with great interest. In the study, he found what he wanted, a box of pencils with a hardness of 6H, a A utility knife, and a box of spare utility knife blades.
"Shen Ming, what are you doing?" He Shixin came out of the shower, and looked at Shen Ming sitting on the sofa and using a pencil repairer to repair a pencil.
"Prepare things for tomorrow, by the way, have you figured out what you're going to do tomorrow?" Shen Ming sharpened his pen and said intently.
"Dad actually has a dedicated private office in the city. Many important documents will be kept there. Few people know about it, but Dad once took me there. I want to go and see, maybe there are some clues. "He Shixin wiped the water on her hair.
"Okay, then I will go out with you tomorrow, but tomorrow may be more lively than you imagined, so you have to be prepared." Shen Ming smiled slightly.
"I don't even know what you're talking about, you're so mysterious." He Shixin has long been used to the big bodyguard's hesitating to speak.
This was another night when the two of them slept together. He Shixin, who was used to being single, seemed to be able to sleep peacefully only when the warm and hard arm was drooping on her shoulder.
In the morning, when He Shixin woke up again, her life had completely changed. Those Heishui bodyguards who had been standing guard outside the door for several days had all been evacuated overnight, and no one would follow He Shixin's side to get into trouble anymore. The only thing that remained was their monitoring team, but that was monitoring hundreds of meters away, and it did not affect normal life.
"Shen Ming, what did you talk about with Second Uncle and the others yesterday? Why did Second Uncle even take away the bodyguard?" He Shixin said happily.
"That was not a good experience, so don't force me to recall it." Shen Ming came over with a bulletproof vest, "Come on, put it on."
"Why are you wearing this?" He Shixin became inexplicably nervous. He knew that these were the emergency items his father put in the study, together with fire extinguishers, gas masks and other items for emergency situations.
"Just in case." Shen Ming didn't say much, and put He Shixin on him.
After giving up the sports car 911, Shen Ming drove a black Mercedes-Benz to set off today. He chose this car not because it is low-key, but because it has bulletproof modifications and is safer.
Omen is not big, so small that sometimes I feel that driving is a waste of gasoline. The whole Omen Island and Taizi Island are composed of Omen Island and Taizi Island. Built by a Portuguese designer, it can be regarded as one of the tourist attractions in Omen.
He Chen's private office is at the back of Taizi Island, away from the hustle and bustle of the casino, on a secluded hillside with forests. This is a private terrace, and you can see a modern 3-storey villa by walking up and down the specially repaired Panshan Highway for about 1 kilometer.
"Is your father really good at finding a place, so remote, cultivating immortals?" Looking at the dense forest on the hillside, Shen Ming couldn't help sighing.
"Dad is a workaholic. As far as I can remember, he spends as much time at home as he does outside. Sometimes he sleeps here after working in this office for a long time, watching his mother often stay alone in the empty room , I was very angry, and I even quarreled with him about this matter." Recalling the past memories again, He Shixin couldn't help feeling emotional.
"Women, sometimes it's too easy to think about things. If you don't go home, it may not be because you are busy with work. Maybe your father is raising a mistress?" Shen Ming smirked. That's weird.
"Hey, hey, you are not allowed to slander my father's character like this!" He Shixin hit the back of Shen Ming's head angrily, "My father is well-known in the upper class circle as a gentleman, and no one except my mother has ever looked at him seriously. Other women. Look at those celebrities, which one is not full of gossip, but my dad has never had such gossip. For me, the happiest thing is my parents who love each other."
"We're here." While He Shixin was speaking, Shen Ming had already parked the car at the entrance of the 3-story villa. Compared with the He family mansion, this is at best an affordable housing, but in the eyes of ordinary people, it is still a luxury villa that cannot be afforded in a lifetime.
"Get out of the car." Just as He Shixin reached out to pull the car door, Shen Ming stopped her.
"No, this villa should have a back door, right?" Shen Ming looked out the car window.
"Yes? But why go through the back door?" He Shixin wondered.
"I like to go through the back door." Shen Ming smiled wretchedly, started the engine and drove the car in again.
At this moment, on the hillside 300 meters away on the opposite side, on a big leafy tree, a sniper wearing camouflage clothes and holding an American-made M24 sniper rifle was so depressed that he almost vomited blood. The walkie-talkie said, "Report, report, I'm fucking stuck, there is no room for sniping, the long-range sniper plan failed, brothers on the ground, it's up to you."
"You are so fucking loud, what kind of sniper elite, you will be soft when you need it!" teammates cursed in the earphones.
"Who the hell is talking? You don't want to come and take a look. The opponent is obviously prepared, and his vision is blocked. He is definitely a master. You better be careful." The sniper complained.
"Count me! Don't make fucking excuses, anyway, your first kill bonus is gone, hehe!"
"Where is your mother? I'll kill you first!" The sniper was also angry. They were originally a scattered team of killers, they usually did their own thing, and the only connection with each other was a killer bar. Everyone occasionally goes to the bar to exchange information and take on some new missions, just like some players accept missions to play dungeons.
They are used to single-handed brushes, but yesterday they were shocked by a sky-high price list. Shen Ming's head was hung on the wall with a price tag of 100 million US dollars. There is very little information about this man, but a professional killer quickly found a video about him on the Internet.
Everyone's unanimous conclusion is that this guy is definitely not a BOSS that can be solo, so they formed a team that night and came to Omen by smuggling. They named their own team the "Dragon Slaying Team". There were 17 people in total, most of whom were good at close combat, and only one sniper was equipped. I had hoped that this guy would be able to solve the task with one shot and go home to share the money, but who knew that everyone would have to take action in the end, so naturally the mood was not beautiful.
It was He Chen's habit to use the day when he first met Natasha as his password. He Shixin opened the back door lightly and led Shen Ming into the villa.
Although it has been a long time since He Chen died, the villa still maintains the appearance after he left. The slightly messy room has not been cleaned up yet. A crystal goblet with some red wine, it seems that He Chen is enjoying his life alone.
"Father's office is upstairs, I'll go up first, are you coming?" He Shixin asked at the elevator entrance.
"No need, I'll just walk around below." Shen Ming declined.
"Don't mess with my father's things." After He Shixin finished speaking, she got into the elevator and went up. And Shen Ming also checked the inside of the room. There were things about Natasha everywhere in the room. There were many photos of He Shixin's mother hanging on the wall. It seemed that it was almost becoming an exhibition hall of Natasha.
Every gift that Natasha gave He Chen, ranging from small brooches to large watches, was decorated with a photo frame, and the ones marked with time were placed on the exhibition shelf. To He Chen, these were rare treasures.
What Shen Ming can be sure of now is that He Chen really loves his mother-in-law deeply as Shi Xin described.
When Shen Ming turned on the TV, it was the video of He Chen's marriage that was playing in a loop. The picture was obviously cut by a Hollywood-level cutting master, and the fade-in and fade-out transitions were so beautiful that there was nothing to say. Natasha married He Chen when she was less than 20 years old. When she was young, she smiled extravagantly and unrestrainedly, and she didn't have the air of a wealthy lady. She was real and cute.
"Father-in-law, can you sleep only by looking at this?" Shen Ming sighed, looking at the pillows and blankets on the sofa, it was obvious that He Chen was used to sleeping on the sofa.
At this moment, 16 dragon slayers dressed in black had already fumbled around the villa. They were wearing black hoods, and they were holding semi-automatic pistols and submachine guns equipped with silencers. Obviously, they still wanted to keep a low profile. Gotta get the job done.
They were divided into 8 groups in two groups, sneaked into the villa from all sides, used electronic decoders to open the front and rear password doors, and used directional glass cutting machines to unlock the glass doors to enter.
But when the earliest group came to the living room, the video was still playing on the TV, but Shen Ming was no longer there.
"Where the fuck is it?" the depressed killer whispered.
"Here." Shen Ming opened the curtain and walked out, before the killer could turn around, 6H's forearm in his hand was inserted into his shoulder along his back.
Before the guy could scream, he was kicked in the buttocks, his whole body flew out, hit the metal coffee table with his head, and passed out.
The teammate next to him turned around and pulled the trigger, but a cold light flashed, and he found that his fingers couldn't be controlled, and he couldn't use any strength.
Looking down, he realized that the wrist holding the gun handle had been neatly cut open, the tendons in his hand were broken, and blood was oozing out.
"Go to sleep." Shen Ming, who was holding a utility knife in one hand, grabbed the forehead of the dazed killer, and pushed it towards the floor. The guy still screamed and fell into a coma.
Shen Ming pulled off the killer's earphones, and said softly in the public channel, "Everyone, you have chosen the wrong order, and there is still time to return the order."
"Remove your paralysis!" The captain refused.
"In this case, don't blame me, I hope you all have medical insurance." Shen Ming sighed.