Yang Jian handed over the choice to Wang Xiaoming.
Since Professor Bruce Pi has such a profound understanding of justice and selflessness, he must know what to do.
As long as he killed Wu Yue, Yang Jian would be convinced that the deletion of files was for the sake of the overall situation and did not involve any personal desires. In this case, he could barely forgive him.
If it can't be done.
It's just a perfunctory lie. Yang Jian will not hesitate to use the power of the devil to kill Wang Xiaoming with his own hands.
So, now that the gun is in Wang Xiaoming's hand, what will he do
Yang Jian was looking forward to it.
now.
Zhao Jianguo was silent, and Special Operations Major General Li Jun on the side did not speak either.
they know.
This is a deal.
Use the life of an ordinary person to exchange for an Interpol for the country.
Wang Xiaoming looked at the pistol in front of him, and then at Wu Yue beside him.
"Wang, Professor Wang, don't listen to Yang Jian's nonsense. He is killing someone with a borrowed knife. Even if he kills me, he may not join Interpol. Moreover, I have made a great contribution to the company, whether it is maintaining experiments The capital operation of the office is still in the acquisition of Li Gui..."
At this moment, Wu Yue panicked.
Others don't know Wang Xiaoming's character, but he knows it very well.
For the sake of the world and to solve the growing number of supernatural incidents, he would do anything, including... killing himself.
"Wu Yue, you don't need to say more. Yang Jian is indeed more valuable than you. Without you, the company can change to a general manager, but without Yang Jian, there will be one less person responsible for the supernatural events in Dachang City. You know the average loss behind the incident."
Wang Xiaoming reached for his pistol and stood up: "So, your value is far less than him. Now I hope you will sacrifice."
"I will take care of your wife and daughters, so you have nothing to worry about."
"Bang~!"
Gunfire rang out.
Wang Xiaoming shot Wu Yue without hesitation.
But Wu Yue was so frightened that he held his head and was lucky enough to avoid the shot.
"Run~!"
At this moment, Wu Yue was about to collapse. He was rolling and crawling like crazy, preparing to escape.
"Death can be lighter than a feather or heavier than Mount Tai. Everyone has a time to sacrifice. Now it's your turn. You shouldn't run away. This will only make you suffer more."
"Bang~!"
A scream rang out. Wu Yue stumbled and fell to the ground without knowing where he was hit.
Wang Xiaoming walked over with a gun and pointed it at his head. There was no so-called unbearability on his face, only a kind of consciousness.
A kind of consciousness that he would not hesitate to kill with his own hands for the sake of justice.
"Wait, wait a minute, Professor Wang, do you still remember that I asked you for a big health care? I introduced your wife..." Wu Yue's face was covered with sweat and his whole body was trembling. pleaded.
"Bang~!"
Before he finished speaking, a third gunshot rang out.
Wu Yue fell into a pool of blood, his body still twitching, his eyes wide open, and his vitality was rapidly disappearing.
soon.
There was an increasingly cold body on the ground.
Wu Yue is dead.
From beginning to end, Special Operations Major General Li Jun and Interpol Captain Zhao Jianguo were watching this happen.
They didn't stop it.
Although they all have this ability.
This incident is different from when Yang Jian started killing people. This was Wang Xiaoming's shot, and this result is also the best for everyone.
Yang Jian needs Wu Yue's death to prove that there are no insiders inside Interpol, and to prove that Wang Xiaoming is really dedicated to the public and deserves to be trusted.
Li Jun needs Wu Yue to die, and his duty is to protect Wang Xiaoming. If Wu Yue does not die, Yang Jian may take action, and Wang Xiaoming's life will be threatened.
Zhao Jianguo needed Wu Yue to die, and he needed an explanation from the criminal police.
Wang Xiaoming also needed Wu Yue to die, in order for Yang Jian to join Interpol and contribute to the country, and also to successfully complete the next transaction.
Maybe he didn't deserve to die, he was just doing something for the company.
But the situation demanded his death, and he had to die.
And his own value is not enough for others to save his life.
"Are you satisfied now?"
Wang Xiaoming came back, put the gun on the table, and pushed it in front of Yang Jian.
Yang Jiandao; "After a period of time, I will take the Interpol assessment. Once I pass the assessment, I will join Interpol and start solving supernatural incidents for the country. The problem of the Huanggang Village supernatural incident file has been solved, but I still won't do it in the future." I hope there will be tampering with the file. If it has been tampered with, I have the right to know."
Wang Xiaoming said, "You have become Interpol. As long as your contribution is great enough, some confidential matters will not be hidden from you."
"That's good. Now that this matter has been resolved, we can now start talking about the acquisition." Yang Jian narrowed his eyes, lifted up the body bag next to him, and placed it on the table.
A cold, corpse-like smell emanated from the bag.
"How much are the two ghosts worth, plus the ghost coffin I brought out from the village? By the way, each of my two things is very precious, so you can ask for a high price."
Once the conflict is resolved, it’s time to start discussing interests.
"I don't know much about business. You can make a price, as long as you are satisfied. Of course, the premise is that the company can get the funds you need." Wang Xiaoming said: "I just need to take the ghost coffin back today. "
Does this mean that the lion has opened his mouth
Yang Jian began to make calculations in his mind.
This ghost coffin is a time bomb. It must not be kept. It is best if it can be sold. And Wang Xiaoming really wants to get this ghost coffin urgently. If he doesn't sell it at a good price, he will be sorry for his hard work.
Let you do the math in my mind.
If the market value of a ghost is 100 million,
The ghost coffin plus the ghost inside are two ghosts, worth 200 million.
In addition, Wu Yue said that the premium was 50%, which is 300 million.
It’s exciting just thinking about it.
I will soon become a billionaire. This was something I could never dream of when I was in school.
After thinking about it for a while, Yang Jian quickly spoke: "The ghost coffin is very special. It is not only as simple as a ghost, but also has special abilities. I think it is worth at least... 500 million."
"Okay, it's only 500 million. Who is the manager of the property department? Give me money." Wang Xiaoming turned around and shouted.
Immediately, Sun Lihong came over nervously and fearfully: "Okay, okay Professor Wang."
"..."
You agreed so readily, and then paid the price if you disagreed with me. Is the price quoted too low
I don’t know if it’s time to change my tune now.
But when I saw Zhao Jianguo and Li Jun, I felt this serious atmosphere again.
Yang Jian felt that it would be a shame for him to change his words.
Weirdly shy.
But there is still something that I can’t let go of in front of money.
"Fifty million is just a ghost coffin. I worked so hard to transport it out of the village and dismantled a sports car. These costs have to be taken into account... plus another 50 million." Yang Jian bit the bullet and found it. An excuse to raise prices.
"Okay, then give me another 50 million." Wang Xiaoming said.
Depend on.
Still reported low.
Sure enough, poverty limited my imagination.
hateful.
If I had known earlier, I should have studied more, otherwise I wouldn't have been embarrassed to speak because of too much money.
Yang Jian still wanted to increase the price, but he really couldn't bear it.
If you continue to increase prices, you will really lose face at all.
"Forget it, just think of it as a good deed, but I have to sell Feng Quan at a good price." Yang Jian felt that he should put a price on Feng Quan.
This guy cheated on himself a lot in Huanggang Village.
Brothers.
It's up to you to get rich.
Yang Jian touched the body bag in front of him.
It was as if he was not touching a corpse, but a bag of money.
"Then, happy working together."
Seeing that the price had been negotiated, Wang Xiaoming became a little excited, and then he said: "General Li, could you please transport the ghost coffin back to the laboratory?"
"certainly."
Li Jun stood up, and he immediately led a group of security guards from the laboratory to move the ghost coffin.
Yang Jian said: "A kind reminder, there is a ghost in the ghost coffin. After opening the ghost coffin, the ghost will run out. You should be careful... I will not be responsible for the after-sales service if something goes wrong."
"Thank you."
Li Jun looked back at Yang Jian,
"Let the people from the company talk to you about the next transaction. I still have something to go back to the laboratory, so I will stay here soon."
Seeing the ghost coffin being moved, Wang Xiaoming stood up impatiently and was ready to leave immediately.
"Um?"
Are you leaving now
Feng Quan, you don’t want it anymore? I'm planning to make a huge fortune.
At this time, Yang Jian felt that he had made a big mistake.
This Feng Quan... doesn't seem to be worth much.
"Mr. Yang, please give me some advice. I will be responsible for the following transactions. I wonder if Mr. Yang has any objections?"
Sun Lihong on the side took a breath and spoke nervously.