The King of Close Soldiers of the Beauty President

The other party hung up the phone, and Ye Zhibing was stunned for a moment.

What to do now?

Of course it saved lives.

But to save someone, you have to be fully prepared. The other party clearly set up a dragon's lake and a tiger's den, waiting for him to die.

Death is not terrible, but a meaningless death is not worth it.

It's not me who deserves to be damned, but the kidnapper!

Whoever kidnaps Secretary Luo must die!
Ye Zhibing gritted his teeth fiercely, and vowed to punish these bad guys and make them pay for their actions.

Then Ye Zhibing began to prepare. He checked the situation of the 313 factory in the southern suburbs of the provincial capital on the Internet, and found that it was an abandoned factory that had stopped producing.

But there is no doubt that this factory has a deep relationship with the kidnappers, and they are very familiar with the terrain, otherwise, they would not have chosen to go there.

dong dong...

There was a knock on the door.

Ye Zhibing frowned, who would come to him at this time?

With a hint of doubt, Ye Zhibing stood up and went to open the door.

A middle-aged man with a wide smile stood outside the door.

"Mr. Ye, are you in trouble?"

The person who came was the mysterious Mr. Chen.

Ye Zhibing nodded, thinking how this guy was so well informed, he already knew what happened just now.

"Mr. Ye, if you trust our organization, we can help you solve your troubles."

Ye Zhibing smiled slightly, "Really?"

Mr. Chen smiled and said: "Of course, we invite Mr. Ye to join us, we have to show our strength. To be honest, after I reported to Mr. Ren, Mr. Ren sent ten experts from the headquarters to assist. With them Your help, Mr. Ye, your business is not a problem."

Ye Zhibing will not refuse someone to help, no matter if he is out of good intentions or has other motives.

"Okay, Mr. Chen, let's sit in the room and discuss the specific matters."

Mr. Chen nodded with a smile: "Okay, let's discuss it slowly."

……

Early the next morning, Ye Zhibing drove to Factory 313 located in the southern suburb of the provincial capital.

Through Mr. Chen, Ye Zhibing found out that this abandoned factory is property under the name of Mr. Li. It is now in a state of desertion, but it is planned to be used for real estate development.

The factory is located on a hill with high heights and low terrain.

When he came to the door, Ye Zhibing stopped the car, and saw that the big rusty iron door was tightly locked. Looking again, there seemed to be someone in the guard room.

Ye Zhibing went to the window of the guard room, looked inside, and saw an old man sleeping.

I came early, the old man at the door hadn't woken up yet.

Ye Zhibing knocked on the glass of the window with his fingers.

The old man was woken up by the sound of knocking on the glass, sat up and looked out the window, and saw a strange young man.

"who are you?"

"Master, a friend invited me to come here. Is it convenient for you to open the door for me?"

The old man shook his head, "No, our factory has long been closed, no production, no one inside."

Ye Zhibing was puzzled, he was clearly asked to come here on the phone, but the old man said that there was no one there.

Of the two, one of them must be lying.

But Ye Zhibing didn't have time to figure out who was lying. He was in a hurry to save Secretary Luo and Mr. Zhang.

Ye Zhibing planned to avoid this place, afraid to enter through the courtyard wall.

But the old man seemed to remember something, and asked, "Young man, what's your name?"

Ye Zhibing turned around and said, "Master, my name is Ye Zhibing."

"Your surname is Ye, isn't it wrong?"

"Master, I was born with this name, there is nothing wrong with it."

The old man got up and opened the door, "If you had said your surname was Ye, I would have let you in."

Ye Zhibing understood, this is what the kidnappers ordered the old man to not let strangers in except him.

"Thank you uncle."

Ye Zhibing walked into the factory through the small door of the guard room, and thanked the old man back.

"You're welcome." The old man replied, then locked the small door, and went back to the guard room to continue sleeping.

Ye Zhibing looked up at the environment inside, and saw that there were many factory buildings scattered on the hillside, and the roofs and windows were very dilapidated.

With so many houses, where can I find Secretary Luo?
Ye Zhibing hesitated for a moment, and had no choice but to use a stupid method to search one by one to see if he was lucky.

From the factory building under the hillside to the nine-story office building at the highest point, they couldn't find it.

Seeing that if Secretary Luo and Mr. Zhang were in this factory, they would definitely be in this office building.

Ye Zhibing walked to the entrance of the building, and saw that the glass doors on the main entrance of the office building were broken, and he could walk in directly, as long as he was careful not to be scratched by the glass.

To save people, we must get them out today.

Ye Zhibing strengthened his belief, kicked open the door, and walked in with his head held high.

The hall on the first floor was empty, except for a few broken tables and chairs.

Ye Zhibing was about to step up the stairs when he suddenly heard creaking footsteps on the stairs.

This is someone coming down.

It's good to have someone, but I'm afraid there will be no one.

Ye Zhibing stood still, staring at the exit of the stairs, looking for who it was.

A strong young man with a red turban on his head came down slowly with a machete in his hand.

There was no expression on the strong man's face, as if it had been covered with frost.

He walked to a distance of five or six meters from Ye Zhibing and stopped, looked at Ye Zhibing a few times, and asked coldly, "You are Ye Zhibing?"

Ye Zhibing didn't smile, and replied flatly: "Yes, I am Ye Zhibing. Where is Secretary Luo?"

The strong man snorted, "If you want to save someone, you must first ask me if I agree with the knife in my hand."

Ye Zhibing was fearless, "Okay, I'll just learn how to use your sword."

The strong man saw that Ye Zhibing was empty-handed and showed no sign of fear, so he smiled and said, "Have guts. Although I use a knife and you are empty-handed, it is a bit unfair. But anyway, you are going to see the king of hell. If you have any grievances, go to the king of hell and cry." .”

Ye Zhibing smiled faintly, "Are you so sure about killing me?"

The strong man hit the ground with his knife, made a clanging sound, and said loudly: "There are countless people who died in my hands, and it's not a big deal if you have one more."

"Okay." Ye Zhibing nodded, "Let's stop talking nonsense, let's get started."

The burly man let out a roar, and slowly lifted it up, aimed at the position of Ye Zhibing's neck, and swung his knife to chop.

It was too late and then too fast, Ye Zhibing suddenly took out a pistol from his pocket, pulled the safety off in an instant, and shot the strong man with a bang.

After a gunshot, a blood hole the size of a peanut appeared on the strong man's forehead.

The impact of the bullet also pushed the strong man back, allowing him to slice through the air.

The strong man's body softened in an instant, and he was about to collapse to the ground.

He said bitterly: "You..."

Ye Zhibing blew a puff of white smoke from the muzzle of the gun, and said with a smile: "Although I use a gun and you use a knife, it is a bit unfair. But anyway, you are going to see the king of hell. If you have any grievances, go to the king of hell and cry. I will return the original words to you. "