While the manhunt is in progress

Chapter 630

"Everything I want is inside." Song He took out an envelope from his pocket and handed it to the middle-aged man: "I want it urgently, please be sure to get it ready within five days."

The middle-aged man was puzzled, took the unsealed envelope, and took out the letter papers to check one by one, but the more he looked, the more confused he was: "Sir, the value of these things is not worth the value of these bargaining chips."

Song He's heart was bleeding faintly: You think I don't know...

"It doesn't matter, the key to the matter is to keep it secret." But even though he felt distressed, Song He still made an expression of indifference: "It's not convenient for me to buy these things myself, so the part that exceeds the value of the goods should be regarded as a confidentiality fee."

"And looking at Aocheng, the only company that can meet my requirements is you."

The middle-aged man nodded in relief, and then tried again: "If we sign an agreement with you and pay a certain amount of remuneration, are you really willing to go to other companies' casinos?"

"As long as you can do it, I'll be fine." Song He pointed to the paper in the middle-aged man's hand, speaking confidently.

The middle-aged man smiled when he saw this: "Well, I am here to undertake this business from Mr. on behalf of the company, and promise to satisfy you."

Song He smiled with satisfaction: "What about the agreement?"

"Please wait a moment." The middle-aged man collected the letter and left the VIP room. When he came in again, he held two agreements in his hand and placed them respectfully in front of Song He.

Song He looked it over and saw that there was no clause prohibiting him from entering and leaving this casino, but there was a promise not to gamble with the casino, which was obviously the kindness that the middle-aged man took the initiative to release after seeing his attitude.

"It's no wonder that your casino has been listed as the top three casinos in Aocheng all year round. There is a reason for that." Song He praised and signed happily.

"Mr. Song is absurd." The middle-aged man glanced at the name Song He signed, and said politely: "We will definitely prepare your goods within five days. Do you need to inspect and accept them in advance?"

"No need." Song He shook his head: "Just deliver it to the agreed place, and I will inform you of the specific delivery time."

The middle-aged man put away one signed agreement and presented the other agreement and a check with both hands: "I wish Mr. Song good luck in gambling and good fortune."

Song He took the agreement and the check, nodded in return, and left the casino casually.

Three days later, after breakfast, the mixed-race man heard Uncle Zhong's investigation report on the whereabouts of the cash and gold bricks and found nothing. He couldn't hold back his curiosity anymore, and went straight to Song He.

"Tell me the truth! How did the cash and gold bricks get out of the hotel?" The mixed-race man's bright and clear eyes stared straight at Song He who was gorging himself on Haisai.

"Are you going to eat people?" Song He was taken aback, swallowed the fried bun in his mouth, and smiled: "Have you checked the car?"

The mixed-race man sat opposite Song He, looked at the various snacks that filled the entire dining table, and asked curiously, "Is it delicious?"

"Ordinary, there is no authentic authentic place of origin." Song He replied, and turned to Uncle Zhong with a smile: "Uncle Zhong, you should check the roof."

"Drone?" Uncle Zhong, who was also waiting for the answer, was stunned for a moment, and suddenly said: "No, it's too heavy! It's a zipline! There are many buildings around, so just find a place to set up a zipline port, and you can fly it in less than 10 minutes. Cash and gold bricks are transferred!"

The mixed-race man's eyes lit up, he clapped his hands and laughed, "Good idea! It's exciting!"

Song He shrugged his shoulders in a relaxed manner, but thought in his heart that he was lucky. If he hadn't realized that the other party was not guarding against the direction of the roof, he immediately thought of a non-existent transfer plan, it would be really difficult to explain how the cash and gold bricks disappeared out of thin air.

Even so, the mixed-race man and Uncle Zhong didn't allow him to explain in detail, and they directly completed his assumptions on their own. Although they were kept in the dark, it also showed their keen thinking.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up with these things." The mixed-race man seemed quite happy about this, with a contented smile on his face: "Uncle Zhong, we actually lost, it seems that we are going to bleed some blood! Haha!"

Uncle Zhong smiled and shook his head: "The cost is low, the speed is fast, and it is concealed enough. It is indeed a good way. It is not wrong to lose."

After chatting for a while, the mixed-race man who was still interested in Song He's breakfast finally couldn't hold back his curiosity. He reached out and picked up a snack on the table, ready to smell it before deciding whether to try it or not.

However, before the mixed-race man brought the disk to the tip of his nose, his originally stable wrist twitched suddenly, causing the small disk in his hand to suddenly fall from his weak palm!

Bang!

"Master Wei! Relax!"

The moment the disk fell to the ground and shattered, the loyal uncle who had been paying attention to the mixed-race man rushed forward, quickly and skillfully rolled up the sleeves of the mixed-race man, and an extra syringe in his hand pierced the mixed-race man like lightning. on the arm!
At the same time, Daniel on the side took out his cell phone without thinking, dialed at an unimaginable speed, and the call was connected in the blink of an eye: "Doctor Hanno! Prepare for treatment! We will be there soon!"

Song He on the side looked at what happened in front of him in amazement, but saw that the mixed-race man's uncontrollable wrist gradually calmed down from the intensified convulsions, while he himself smiled at Uncle Zhong indifferently: "Uncle Zhong, here we go again."

"Master Wei, don't worry, I'm here, I'm fine." Uncle Zhong's voice was calm and warm, with a reassuring smile on his face, and the eyes that looked into the mixed-race man's eyes were full of kindness and peace: "Just sleep gone."

The mixed-race man smiled, and in the blink of an eye he became extremely sleepy, as if he was about to fall asleep the next moment.

At this moment, with the last bit of strength before falling asleep, he rolled his eyes to look at Song He, and said with a modest smile, "Sorry, no...can..."

But before he finished speaking, he fell into a deep sleep.

Seeing this, Uncle Zhong immediately stretched out his hands to pick up the mixed-race man from the chair, but Song He's voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Let me do it."

Before he finished speaking, Song He quickly picked up the mixed-race man, got up and walked out of the house.

Uncle Zhong saw that Song He's footsteps were quick, and his arms didn't even tremble. He was much better than himself and Daniel, so he didn't object, and immediately followed to open the way for Song He.

Five minutes later, Song He escorted the mixed-race man all the way to the presidential suite of the adjacent hotel. As soon as he entered, he saw all kinds of advanced medical equipment that he had never seen before. He took the mixed-race man from his arms for treatment, and drove him and Daniel out of the room.

Standing outside the door, Song He saw Daniel walking around anxiously, patted him on the shoulder, and took out his mobile phone to dial.

A few seconds later, the call was connected, and before the other party could speak, Song He said first, "Sorry, I need something today!"

More than ten hours later, the mixed-race man whose vital signs gradually stabilized woke up from his deep sleep, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Uncle Zhong, Song He and Daniel surrounded in front of him.

Looking around, the mixed-race man looked at Song He, who had a relaxed smile on his face. A smile as bright as the sun appeared on his bloodless face: "How are you? Are you scared by me?"

With concern in his eyes, Song He compared his index finger and thumb to a width of less than one centimeter, squeezed his eyes and said with a smile, "It's almost there."

(End of this chapter)