Golden Greenery

"Give me your phone." There was no emotion in Zhuo Yang's tone, no anger and indifference.

Beverly Deng hurriedly took out her cell phone from the Saint Laurent tassel messenger bag and handed it over to Zhuo Yang without asking anything.

After receiving the phone, Zhuo Yang put on his customized Hugo Boss backcoat trench coat and picked up the key on the table. "You stay here, do nothing, do nothing, wait for me to come back."

Beverly nodded desperately, her tears never stopping. Long after Zhuo Yang left the room, she didn't dare to move on the sofa and kept her stiff body posture.

After a long time, Beverly cried with her face in tears. She had been crying just now, but she dared not cry.

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Jeff Benoit was very proud. He put on his jacket and rubbed his messy hair against the dirty mirror in the bathroom, so that the whole person seemed to be more energetic. Benoit was proud because he knew he could always hold Beverly's veins accurately. She knew that although she sometimes looked aggressive, she was actually a weak woman.

No, it was only a few hours, and she prepared the money and sent me a text message.

——I'm outside your hotel, the money is brought, you come out and get it.

Ha ha, this little nizi knows to come in and give me money, it will definitely let me press her on the bed, ha ha. However, this little girl's body is really fascinating.

Alas, forget it, this time I will get away with Beverly, and she will eventually be different from the mouse that I have been abandoned by God and Satan, and she will become the first class. When I went back this time, I went to the boss of Sonic to beg for help, to see if I could manage him for a place or half a street. I don’t know if Sonic boss remembers me. He also had a group fight with the Turkish gang to compete with him three years ago...

Benoit sipped his black teeth again, and then walked out of the small hotel room with satisfaction, closing the door.

——It's a woman who walked out of the 17th district of Paris. She is very courageous and dare to come out alone at this night.

Going out of the narrow door of the small hotel and looking at the dark and empty street at the door, Benoit said. The seventeenth district is the North Africa immigrant gathering area in northern Paris, where it is famous for the worst security in Paris. Beverly, as well as Scar Ribery and Vasiba are all from the seventeenth district.

However, there is no Beverly on the street, no one. Benoit looked again and again. The cold wind swept across the street, bringing up paper waste on the ground, and the nearby street lights were dim. There was no one in sight, only a frightened black-colored wild cat hurried past, except for Benoit himself.

There is also a black Opel car parked by the road.

After waiting for a while, Benoit pulled out his phone and dialed Beverly. Immediately after the black Opel heard the ringing tone of the jingle bell, Benoit was stunned, hesitated to hang up the phone, and the black Opel car was quiet.

Benoit picked up the phone again, dialed Beverly, and a ringtone was heard from the Opel car.

Benoit, holding his mobile phone, walked slowly towards the car, stepping closer. There is no light in the car, and you can't see the inside of the car through the window, just... there seems to be a mobile phone flashing above the dashboard.

Jeff Benoit stepped over little by little, looking hard through the window, and he slowly and slowly approached the window.

‘Wow! ! The driving door opened suddenly and suddenly, and Benoit was hit by the door to his face. He suddenly caught Venus and almost planted it. Struggling to stand up straight, Benoit looked at the tall man with the windbreaker and his head hooded out of the car. He could not see his face in the dark.

Benoit was about to break his mouth and curse, Zhuo Yang hit a blow in his abdomen, striking back all the foul language. Under severe pain, Benoit could not help but bend down and couldn't even breathe.

A palm that followed was cut into Benoit’s carotid artery. His last thought before coma was: Beverly had a killer to kill me...

Tying Benoit's hands and feet with wide tape prepared in advance, Zhuo Yang picked him up and stuffed it into the trunk of the car, and then started to leave the black Opel car. A black wild cat crouched back to where it had just stayed. The small street remained calm and dim, as if nothing had happened.

The car drove to the suburbs, and the black car in the night was like a ghost in the night.

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"I'm sure I'm the wolf in sheep's clothing, and you are my prey, the lamb in my mouth..." Zhuo Yang's cell phone rang, a call from Fat Raola.

"Zhuo Yang, don’t disturb your good dreams, I can’t help telling you this good news. You know, just now, Tony West of Pepsi personally called and they have agreed to our proposal Amount of endorsement. Ahahaha, how could he be my opponent..."

"Fat, I have something to do at the moment." Zhuo Yang interrupted Laiola's obvious excitement. "Let’s go back and say, I’m going to borrow the place where you abandoned the factory. Just like that, let’s talk back."

On the open road in the middle of the night, the black Opel didn't even speed at all. Zhuo Yang hurriedly drove to the abandoned factory that he saw with the fat man in the afternoon. He had thought about this plan before he came out of Beverly. The place of the old factory was inaccessible during the day, and even the ghosts dare not go at night.

Not long after, the car came to the place, Zhuo Yang found a small mound behind the car and stopped it, turned off the lights and turned off the light, carrying Benoit through the tall weeds into the broken factory building.

In fact, Benoit had already woken up halfway, but Zhuo Yang's tape binding was very skillful. With his hands, he reversed Su Qin's back sword style. His feet were wrapped around his ankles, then pressed on the buttocks, and then tied to the thighs. Together, and finally taped around the mouth three times. Not to mention trying to get rid of it, Benoit couldn’t even move ~www.readwn.com~ he couldn’t move his mouth.

These are all methods of tying up prisoners in the past, except that the PLA used backpack straps and shoelaces, and Zhuo Yang used tape.

‘Tom! ‘Benoir was thrown on the ground and smashed the ground into dust. The moonlight of the full moon sprinkled into the factory building through the collapsed half of the roof and the remaining steel beams. The tiny particles of dust filled the moonlight road, forming a passage that seemed to lead to a different world.

Touching the body without a knife, Zhuo Yang seemed to remember something. He groped in the pocket of the jacket of a Benois jacket like a zongzi, and there was a folding switchblade. Just right, use it to cut the bundled tape.

When Zhuo Yang straightened up and looked with interest at this pretty good spring knife made in Switzerland, Benoir, who had got rid of the bondage, also stood up from the ground, and his legs were a little numb. It was trembling.

Zhuo Yang slowly took off his back cap and put it back, and Benoit finally saw his attacker. He knew Zhuo Yang.

"Huh~huh~huh~~" Benoit actually laughed.