Mei Man Knives

Chapter 33
Zhang Jun stepped on his toes and rushed out like a cheetah.

coming!

When Mrs. Gao saw Zhang Jun rushing towards him like lightning, she was so frightened that she swung her sword quickly, trying to force him back.

Zhang Jun twisted the ground with his left toe.

Right before Madam Gao's eyes, Zhang Jun twisted his body around Madam Gao's sword like a spirit snake, and flashed past her like lightning.

"What a quick knife!"

This thought flashed in Mrs. Gao's mind, and Zhang Jun had already rushed over.

She didn't react at all.

After Zhang Jun landed, he wanted to stop.

But the soles of his feet couldn't grasp the ground at all, rubbing against the ground, making a creaking sound, and sliding forward for five or six meters before stopping.

Zhang Jun stood up straight, lifted the soles of his feet, looked at the polished uppers, and shook his head.

"It's time for a new pair of shoes!"

Madam Gao reached out and touched her neck.

As soon as her hand touched her neck, a scar appeared, and blood flowed from the gap between her fingers.

She wanted to cover her neck in panic, trying to stop the blood from flowing out.

But nothing works at all.

In less than 3 seconds, she fell headfirst, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Lying in a pool of blood, Mrs. Gao felt that her strength was rapidly disappearing.

The last thought in her mind was: This person is too powerful, I am no match at all.Should have run early in the morning!

With remorse, her world plunges into darkness.

Zhang Jun looked around.

Dead dead, dizzy dizzy, no one stood up.

He just put the general knife back into the scabbard.

Mission accomplished.

Time to go back and collect your money!

Coming out of this temple that has not been fully built, Zhang Jun drove into the main road.

He took out a cell phone with a prepaid card from his locker and called 911 in the US.

"Emergency call center! How can I help you!"

"I'm calling the police. There's a death at 160 Cherry Street..."

After speaking, Zhang Jun hung up the phone, and when he was driving on the bridge, he threw the phone into the Manhattan River.

Zhang Jun drove back to the bar.

Harold Meacham turned quickly when he heard the bell ring.

Seeing Zhang Jun, he asked with expectation and horror.

"How is it? Will Hand Hehui be eradicated? Is Mrs. Gao dead?"

Zhang Jun nodded. "It's done!"

Zhang Jun stretched out his hand to signal the other party to bring the check quickly.

Harold Meacham asked with a hint of doubt.

"Where's her head?"

"Why would I carry that kind of thing with me!" Zhang Jun crossed his arms and said, "You can read the news, there should be police to seize the news about that temple!"

When Harold Meacham heard it, he quickly took out his mobile phone to check the news about the police and the temple on Cherry Street.

American reporters are like a pack of wolf dogs. Wherever there is news, they rush towards them like a guy who smells blood.

Harold Meacham quickly found an update.

I saw a reporter standing at the gate of the temple and shouting.

"Just tonight, the police received a signed call from a secret person and sent people to search the temple. It is shocking that there are countless dead and injured in this temple, and 1.2 tons of drugs are hidden."

"According to relevant sources, it should be the bloodshed caused by gangsters grabbing territory and fighting. Now the police are stepping up their efforts to crack down on this case. Anyone with knowledge can get in touch with the police. NBC reporter Reagan will report for you on the spot!"

From the news, I saw that many corpses were wrapped and loaded into the ambulance, ready to be sent to the morgue of the hospital.

Harold Meacham grew more and more excited as he watched.

It seems that Mrs. Gao is really dead.

Hands and will be pulled out.

Harold Meacham couldn't help laughing.

Zhang Jun shouted impatiently. "Hey. My mission is complete. Settle the reward quickly. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless and stab you with a knife!"

Compared with Mrs. Gao's death, the hands and arms will be destroyed, and she can come out again, and come out to take charge of the head office in a fair manner.

$6 million is nothing.

Not to mention, this guy in front of him can uproot Mrs. Gao and her hands and clubs in less than 2 hours.

The strength is unfathomable.

Before there is no complete strategy, it is absolutely impossible to offend.

And maybe it will be useful to the other party in the future.

Harold Meacham dared not go back on his debt.

He hurriedly put the 6 million check on the bar.

"Mr. Zhang, happy cooperation!"

The check is received, but the money arrives in the account, which is enough peace of mind!

Zhang Jun nodded and shouted. "Okay. The matter has been settled. You can go if you have nothing to do. I will honor it later!"

Mrs. Gao is dead, and her biggest threat is gone.

Harold Meacham stopped the taxi almost on the fly and rushed to the hospital.

Although Zhang Jun said that Mrs. Gao had been killed, there were countless casualties in the temple on Cherry Street from the news, and it has now been sealed up by the police.

But if he didn't see Mrs. Gao's body with his own eyes, he would definitely not feel at ease.

Harold Meacham came to the hospital in a taxi, paid the staff for just $100, and walked into the morgue.

Seeing Mrs. Gao lying on the cold operating table, her already pale face was even paler now!

Seeing that she was really dead, Harold Meacham propped his hands on the operating table almost insanely, and looked at Mrs. Gao's body fiercely.

"You bloody old hag. You know what I'm capable of! Want to rob my company, want to enslave me, and make me listen to you like a dog. Tell you, this is wishful thinking. I Meacham is absolutely I won't be anyone's running dog. Hahaha..."

Harold Meacham walked out of the hospital laughing, ignoring other surprised looks.

The old witch is dead at last, and I, Meacham, am free.

Harold Meacham returned to the building excitedly, ready to take over the Lamb Group again.

What he didn't know was that it was not long after he was gone.A white lady wearing a luxurious Prada dress walked into the mortuary and shook her head when she saw Mrs. Gao lying on the operating table.

She turned her head and shouted to her subordinates. "Bring her dead body!"

After she finished speaking, she turned around and left. Two men came up and carried Mrs. Gao's body into a body bag, and pushed it to the parking lot with a cart.

……

For all this, whether Zhang Jun knows it or not, even if he knows it.He doesn't care either.

Anyway, according to the agreement, I killed Mrs. Gao and got rid of the hand and meeting in New York.

Now he is more concerned about how to spend the 6 million US dollars.

6000 million ah.

This is no small sum.

Enough for me to splurge for a while.

After hesitating for a while, Zhang Jun decided to buy a supercar.

The Corvette C1 is very cool, but it is an old-fashioned sports car after all, with a top speed of only 170 kilometers per hour.

For Zhang Jun, it was a bit weak.

Now that he has money, Zhang Jun wants to change to a more powerful and dazzling super sports car!
Zhang Jun drove to Citibank.

A check with a limit of 6 million will be treated as a VIP everywhere.

At the VIP counter, Zhang Jun cashed the check and deposited it into his bank account before leaving get off work.

As soon as the 6 million U.S. dollars entered the account, Citibank immediately upgraded Zhang Jun's account to a VIP account and gave Zhang Jun a Citibank black gold card.

With the money in the account, Zhang Jun is even more confident.Drive to one of the largest car sales centers in Queens.

Although Zhang Jun drives a classic sports car, not everyone can own this kind of old-fashioned sports car.

Trujillo, the director of the sales center, didn't dare to show any contempt, so he hurried up.

"Sir, what can I do for you?"

Zhang Jun looked left and right at the various luxury cars displayed in the sales hall, and shouted proudly.

"Which is the best supercar you have here?"

When Trujillo heard the other party speak, he directly asked which one was the most expensive sports car.

He said with suppressed excitement. "Sir, please follow me!"

(End of this chapter)