Han Zong: Starting from the Undercover New World

"Brother, Mian Zhenghe's people have arrived at the airport."

Lin Wei was playing golf when Yin Changnan called.

He stopped his swing and looked at the golf ball flying high in the distance, ignoring the words of praise from the beautiful female caddy beside him, and handing her the golf club in his hand, Picked up the phone.

"I see, how many people?"

"More than twenty people. I saw a member of the Yanbian gang picking up the plane at the airport. It seems that the two parties have a good relationship."

Lin Wei hummed, untied the collar of his golf shirt, and waved behind him, and Cui Yonghao drove the golf cart behind him.

"Got it, keep watching."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Wei took off the glove and threw it to Cui Yonghao, who picked it up conveniently and put it in the golf club bag in the car.

Lin Wei got into the car, and when he saw him hang up the phone, Cui Yonghao said in admiration: "Brother's golf is improving really fast, a few days ago he occasionally hit an empty shot, and these days he can hit every shot so far. "

"Stop calling, go back." He said, then paused: "The guests are here, so we need to prepare a bit."

Cui Yonghao grimaced and nodded. The caddy didn't know why, but just followed the golf cart back. Lin Wei changed his clothes and drove back to Seoul.

In the process of visiting Mou Xianmin these days, Lin Wei received a golf course membership card presented by An Yaying. According to her, if you have time, you might as well learn golf—this is a mainstream pastime in South Korea.

Lin Wei didn't think that a person like Fang would suddenly give him a golf card when he was free.

Therefore, as long as he has nothing to do these days, he will take a car to practice at a golf course outside Seoul.

Perhaps because of physical fitness, personal talent, or the result of the blessing of various skills, Lin Wei learned golf very quickly, and he played decently in a few days. I think it's scary how fast he's progressing in practice.

Lin Wei is a kind person, so in order not to scare him any longer, he lost his job here.

After returning to Seoul, Lin Wei drove back to Kinmen unhurriedly, clocked out of get off work, listened to Quan Junyou's report on the recent company situation, and then went home directly, waiting for the news without any haste.

Not surprisingly, that night, Jin Jiunan's figure was captured by Yin Changnan, who had been waiting for him.

Lin Wei sat on the sofa, Cui Minshu peeled the grapes for him, and he lazily leaned on the back of the chair, enjoying the comfortable life of eating grapes without spitting out the grape skins.

There was a talk show on the TV program, and Li Minglang, a congressman on the TV, was communicating with the host with a smile on his face.

The phone rang.

"Brother, I caught that killer boy. He caught a snake head and wanted the other party to arrange for him to leave. Now our people are outside, should we catch him?"

When Yin Changnan called, Lin Wei nibbled on the grape Cui Minshu handed over while biting her finger, and gave the order with a smile in her angry eyes.

"Grasp."

So, soon, several roars rang out from the phone.

The rioting sound of fighting didn't last long, Yin Changnan panted and picked up the phone again: "Brother, I got it."

"Sent to Incheon Port."

Lin Wei hung up the phone, shook his head and refused Cui Minshu to continue feeding, thought for a while, got up and walked to the bedroom window, and made another call.

The phone rang a few times, and after picking it up, a man's voice sounded suspiciously: "Who?"

"Kinmen Lin Wei, President Jin, get to know me."

Lin Wei used an affirmative sentence.

There was a moment of silence on the other side of the phone, and then, President Jin smiled and said, "Hey Yigu, who am I still talking about, it turned out that it was President Lin nim, you called suddenly at night, what's the matter?"

Lin Wei rested his legs on the coffee table, and said in a calm manner, "You killed Professor Jin, right?"

".What?"

President Jin's voice was still calm and full of doubts.

Lin Wei laughed twice.

"You also sent people to Yanbian to silence Mianzhenghe, right?"

After Lin Wei finished speaking, President Jin breathed heavily, and after a while, he said, "My people are with you? Mian Zhenghe is yours?"

"No, no, I don't know that bastard Mian Zhenghe well. I don't know what's going on with your subordinates. I just happened to know about it, so I thought of calling President Jin. After all, no matter what, The local gangs still have to agree with the outside world first, right?

The grievances between President Kim and me are one thing, but it's another thing for outsiders to come to Seoul to cause trouble

Mian Zhenghe has already arrived in South Korea. Not long after getting off the plane, maybe he will ask you to meet tomorrow. "

Lin Wei's words made President Jin feel more nervous, and he couldn't help asking repeatedly: "What?"

"I said, this son of a bitch Mian Zhenghe has already got off the plane and met President Jin with the Yanbian gang. Is this news important enough?"

Lin Wei could hear President Jin's silent breathing gradually becoming a little short.

"Thank you for reminding me, President Lin, is there anything else?"

"Professor Jin is my friend. A business of several hundred million yuan, if you say it will be messed up for me, it will be messed up. President Jin, tell me, is this appropriate?

You know, a few days ago, I discussed how to cooperate with Professor Jin, and Professor Jin even gave me a very beautiful golden toad. Just for this golden toad, I can't let Professor Jin just like this Unexplainable death, right?

He and I chatted very congenially, we hit it off right away, like relatives and friends. "

Lin Wei's voice was gentle, but President Jin felt a chill down his spine.

Now Mianzhenghe is coming aggressively, but Lin Wei called at this time

damn it! When did this bastard, Professor Jin, have anything to do with Jinmen again?

President Jin let out a long breath: "President Lin means"

"Give me 500 million for Professor Jin's business first, and I know President Jin's logistics company is doing very well, so this small amount of money should be taken out, right?

Professor Jin should give it to me. Since there is no way to give it, someone has to take responsibility, don’t you think? " Lin Wei said playfully.

"Okay." President Jin gritted his teeth and agreed: "It's just that I don't know Taishan, so I ask President Lin to understand that before this matter, I didn't know that Jin Chengxian had something to do with you. In addition, I want to know, how do you know these things?"

Lin Wei lit a cigarette, pushed open the window, exhaled the smoke, his eyes were indifferent: fart.

You bought his driver, how can you not know that he came to see me?

Lin Wei heheed twice: "Maybe we should settle the grievances between us first, and then chat like friends?"

Lin Wei didn't know the other person's expression at the moment, but judging from the voice, it must not be much better.

"Okay, then."

"I'll send someone to withdraw the money tomorrow morning, do I need to wait until the bank opens?"

Lin Wei's additional words made the phone quiet for two seconds, and then President Jin's voice was calm: "Tomorrow morning, I will come to see President Lin in person and offer the money with both hands."

"Alright, how about going to Incheon Port?"

".good."

President Kim had no choice.

From his point of view, he sent someone to assassinate Mian Zhenghe but failed, and now the other party has traveled thousands of miles to South Korea, and came without saying hello.

Obviously the visitor was not kind—although in fact Lao Mian came here just to make money and had no intention of conflicting with him, but the information that the two parties had was poor, so naturally they could only let Lin Wei manipulate it at the moment.

Therefore, Lin Wei took advantage of the fire to rob, and President Jin would naturally have to pay the money if he didn't. He couldn't handle Lin Wei alone, let alone a Mian Zhenghe watching over him right now.

Lin Weibai took 500 million, and was in a happy mood. He stood by the window, blowing the smoke, and raised the corners of his mouth.

President Jin's money, he wants it.

But how can President Mian get what he owes him? Lin Wei wondered, but his eyes gradually turned cold, until Cui Minshu knocked on the door: "Ouba, I'm going to take a shower, do you want to take a shower first?"

Lin Wei turned his head, his eyes were only tender in the blink of an eye, and his tone was flirtatious: "Why can't we be together?"

"Come again? The water was cold last time, and I almost caught a cold in the summer."

She complained, but was soon carried by him to the bathroom, so the only sound left was a coquettish beg for forgiveness.

While Lin Wei was in a good mood, President Kim Tae-won was roaring furiously at his lover's house.

"Damn, how can you make things like this!"

He angrily threw the phone on the table, and the phone made a crisp sound on the coffee table. The lover beside him was scared by his rare rage and stepped back a few steps, looking at the cracks in the glass on the coffee table: "Ouba!"

Jin Tae-won's expression was slightly distorted.

The reason why he made such a big detour to bribe Professor Jin's driver to kill him was to prevent himself from being involved in this matter.

Professor Jin and him can be regarded as having known each other for a long time. At first, the two cooperated and were very close, but gradually, after Professor Jin got to know some powerful people in Busan by his thigh, things gradually changed.

Not only did the business expand rapidly, but the strength of the relationship between the two also changed vaguely.

Especially when Professor Jin slept with his lover, the rift between the two finally expanded to the point of no return.

Kim Tae-won is very clear that if Professor Kim is not resolved, sooner or later, the two parties will part ways because of interests, and by that time, Professor Kim will never talk about brotherhood.

For the sake of profit and for himself to survive, he must get rid of Professor Jin before he endangers his future.

But he can't be clear - otherwise, not to mention whether he will be targeted by the prosecutor who is still eyeing him because of this, the connections behind Professor Jin alone can bring him big trouble.

But now?

Lin Wei knew, but did the other people behind Professor Jin know?

Can he get away successfully if he pays 500 million?

Jin Tae-won paced the room with a gloomy expression, stopped abruptly, and looked at his lover with sinister eyes.

The beautiful lover felt cold all over: "Ouba, why do you look at me like that? What happened?"

Jin Tae-won's eyelids twitched slightly, but after looking at her for a while, he slowly looked away: "It's nothing, I'm going back tonight first."

"Oh" the lover didn't dare to keep it.

Jin Tae-won put on his clothes, left in a hurry, went downstairs, sat in the car, thought for a long time in silence, his eyes sharpened.

That being the case, instead of regretting that you didn't get things done, it's better to see how it ends.

Mian Zhenghe must die. He came here now, or he came here to make money like Lin Wei, or he came for revenge because he failed to silence him.

He must be killed!

Talk to Lin Wei tomorrow, what Professor Jin can give, can't I give it myself? I also have a logistics company, the worst is to give Lin Wei a few percent of the shares!

With the Golden Gate Group on top, it is expected that the people behind Professor Jin will not say much.

west eight

Jin Tae-won took out his mobile phone, and with a dark face, he called his subordinates.

"Go find Mian Zhenghe! This son of a bitch flew to South Korea this afternoon, and he must be still in Seoul to check my background and call everyone. I'm going to see this son of a bitch's head tomorrow morning!

Xiba, I really thought I was some kind of raptor who could trouble me in Seoul! ? "

His growling voice made his subordinates agree immediately in silence.

Thus, in the dark night of Seoul, a group of thugs began to capture the figure of Mian Zhenghe.

So what is Mian Zhenghe doing at this moment?

"Brother Mian, is this really okay? Last time we knocked out a sum of money from that surnamed Lin, this time we come to Seoul to look for that bastard surnamed Jin, so don't just bump into him."

The drunken Mian Zhenghe lay in the room in the temporarily rented small warehouse, hiccupped, and opened his eyes irritably: "What do you mean?"

His clothes were messy, but his body was muscular, and his hair was messy. At the moment, there were still a handful of iron picks and an empty wine bottle left by the barbecue on the table.

The first thing Mian Zhenghe did when he arrived in South Korea was to arrange a place to stay with the Yanbian gang, who is close to the local area, and then had a good meal.

From a meal in the afternoon to night, I simply had a barbecue again, and drank a lot at home. At this moment, the alcohol is on the top, and it is time to sleep.

Seeing Mian Zhenghe's blood-red eyes from drinking alcohol, the younger brother was a little scared, but he still whispered: "Should you take the initiative to find out his tone first? I heard that the guy surnamed Lin lived in Seoul. Bad, it can be regarded as the biggest gang in Seoul right now."

"What about him?" Mian Zhenghe scolded irritably, "Is it okay to talk about it tomorrow? Before he gave money and I took care of things, what's the problem?

Even if he is unreasonable and insists on making trouble for me. At worst, he will be hacked a few times, and we will leave, so what can we do?

Don't bother me, I'm going to sleep! "

The little brother closed the door and left helplessly.

Mian Zhenghe snorted, lit a cigarette, drowsily picked up the last beer, and drank the wine while smoking and thinking.

He is not stupid, on the contrary, he thought a lot before he came.

Including Lin Wei.

From Mian Zhenghe's point of view, the South Korean people came to assassinate him this time, and there were strange things everywhere.

It's not the first time he finds someone to be a killer to go to South Korea, but he came to him afterward to silence him. It's really the first time!

This made Mian Zhenghe somewhat suspicious.

Is it really just to kill him purely for the sake of silence? Or is it because someone has taken a fancy to his position as the head of the big snake in Yanbian?

You know, this is a very lucrative business. Mian Zhenghe's business is very big. He controls almost all the roads in Yanbian to South Korea. He also has many good brothers in Seoul.

Recently, I heard that there have been many changes in South Korea, and the situation is very strict. Many gangs have been suppressed, and many gangs have taken advantage of the chaos.

Is someone interested in their own business?

Moreover, Mian Zhenghe also had a reason to come - many of his former brothers were arrested during this period, and for a while, business became much more difficult, without reliable connectors and partners Man, how else does he do business?

This time, on the one hand, he came to see the situation, to solve the previous troubles, and to see what it meant to kill his son. On the other hand, he also came to find cooperation.

On Lin Wei's side, he thought clearly.

It was a good thing that the other party got along well. After a few phone calls, Mian Zhenghe judged that Lin Wei was a smart person, and a smart person would know that there is no grievance in this world that money can't solve.

Everyone is strong, you are in South Korea, I am in Yanbian, bigger and stronger, and create greater glories, isn't it beautiful?

Thinking of this, Mian Zhenghe reorganized the whole plan, thinking that there was nothing wrong with it.

Still the same sentence - even if Lin Wei really wanted to make trouble, at worst he would be hacked to death and run away, no matter how powerful Jinmen is, can he still come to Yanbian?

He threw away the cigarette butt, stomped it out casually, lay down on the mattress he just bought today, pulled the quilt casually, and was about to sleep.

It was still noisy outside the house, this group of idiots didn't feel tired after sitting on the plane all day, they played cards and wanted to find a South Korean woman to play with, the noise made Mian Zhenghe a little headache.

Forget it, it's rare to bring this group of brats out. Most of them are going abroad for the first time, so it's inevitable that they will be a little excited.

He tries to sleep.

Until the movement outside the house became louder and louder.

Someone was yelling and cursing loudly, someone smashed things, which made Mian Zhenghe, who was about to fall asleep, open his eyes angrily. He got up suddenly, walked to the door, and was about to pull the door open and scold the group of inappropriate cerebral palsy. a meal.

But then, the movement from outside the house made him half sober.

Only the distant screams and loud shouts gradually approached through a simple wooden door.

"Call Brother Mian! Brother Mian!!!"

After hearing this shout clearly, Mian Zhenghe's face changed drastically.

He suddenly turned around to search, and finally saw the iron skewer left over from the bedside barbecue.

He grabbed two iron picks, one in each hand, and leaned against the door.

"boom!"

The door was slammed open, and two people staggered and fell to the ground. One of them was holding a hatchet. Taking this opportunity, he slashed down with the axe. Blood was everywhere, and the neck of the person who was cut was visible to the naked eye.

Before the man with the ax could turn around, Mian Zhenghe stepped forward in a big stride, and pierced the man's neck with the iron stick with his right hand.

The iron stick was too slippery, even if Mian Zhenghe tried his best, the man who pinched it screamed and turned around suddenly, Mian Zhenghe let go of his right hand, and a few iron sticks were scattered around the man's neck , but with bloodshot eyes, he held an ax and slashed at Mian Zhenghe with his backhand.

Mian Zhenghe saw the right moment, and threw the iron stick in his left hand forward. The sharp iron stick made the man close his eyes subconsciously. Then, Mian Zhenghe grabbed his hand holding the ax and threw him to the ground. .

The two were fighting on the ground, Mian Zhenghe firmly pressed his hand holding the ax with one hand, and with the other hand, he pulled out an iron stick that was still stuck in his neck, and pointed at him. His right eye was a stick.

After a shrill scream, he finally couldn't hold the ax in his hand, Mian Zhenghe grabbed the ax violently and swung it back.

Mianzhenghe squinted his eyes as the blood spurted out, but when he opened them again, he could still only see blood red.

He had a murderous look on his face, once, twice, until the ax almost cut off the man's neck, then he stood up brazenly and turned his head to look outside the house.

The moment a man holding a short knife looked at him, he let out a shout and slashed at him with the knife. Mian Zhenghe's thick body, which looked like a bloated uncle, dodged one by one. The next moment, the hand ax pierced into his Shoulder.

The man let out a scream, and the short knife in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter, but Mian Zhenghe just pulled out the ax stuck on the bone with no expression on his face, and slashed hard again.

When the man was silent, Mian Zhenghe bent down and picked up his short knife again, the hand ax in his right hand and the short knife in his left hand, and walked out of the house.

What he saw was that his subordinates were being hacked and howled all over the floor. The bloody stumps almost turned the entire warehouse into a hellish scene.

"Mian Zhenghe is here!"

Someone shouted.

Mian Zhenghe looked at the man with blood-red eyes, stepped forward suddenly, the ax in his right hand turned into a shooting star, and stabbed the man in the middle of the forehead first.

He took a step forward, grabbed the axe before the man fell to the ground, and pulled it out hard, but he couldn't pull it out. He had to step on the man's body with one foot, and kicked the man's body hard. Kicking away, he held the ax in his hand again.

The murderous intent and madness in his eyes gradually permeated, seeing that the younger brothers who had just been chatting happily with him and talking about the future were almost dead and injured at this moment, Mian Zhenghe finally let out a roar.

"kill!"

When Mian Zhenghe walked out of the warehouse, the sky outside was already brightly lit. He was covered in blood, and there were scars everywhere on his arms and back.

The warehouse behind him was burning in flames, but Mian Zhenghe lit a cigarette with his right hand trembling.

He stared deeply at the burning warehouse, turned around and got into the van he rented yesterday, started the engine, and took out his cell phone.

In the mobile phone, the content of a text message made Mian Zhenghe's face look a little more ferocious.

‘Go to Incheon Port after you’ve settled the matter. Big brother will go there first in the morning, and go directly after work. Don’t conflict with the people in Kinmen, wait until big brother arrives, just in case. '

The person who sent the text message obviously didn't expect that his own people would be wiped out.

Mian Zhenghe stepped on the gas pedal.

"Jin Tae Yuan Lin Wei"

He murmured the names of the two, and when the sky was about to dawn, his eyes were crazy.

The van was driving at a constant speed on the road, heading for Incheon Port.

Kim Tae-won sat in his limousine, quietly listening to the morning news from the radio in the car.

His face was haggard and tired, and he had obviously not slept all night.

He was very anxious, anxious to get a result, and anxious to get rid of his anxiety, so the appointment with Lin Wei was also very early.

At 7:30 in the morning, the two sides met at Incheon Port.

Lin Wei didn't refuse, he dealt with the matter earlier, and he still had to go to work, so he could clear things up as soon as possible, maybe he could catch up with Kinmen's routine meeting this morning.

The recent calm of Golden Gate Entertainment has almost come to an end. The deficit for several consecutive months has almost emptied Zhang Shouji's wallet. At first it was because of the company's profit indicators, but later it was simply because even if the company did not require financial reports, everyone was losing money.

Zhang Shouji was the most injured in this turmoil—because he had too many and complicated industries, and at the beginning of the establishment of the group, he invested a lot of money for the shares. It is obviously impossible to borrow money to make up for the company.

Therefore, they will definitely find a way to return blood first, and as long as they bypass the company to transfuse blood for private interests, it is undoubtedly a taboo.

No one can take money out of the wallet that should belong to the company, this is the iron law.

Lin Wei just observed silently, and didn't do much, because he knew that Li Zhongjiu would definitely take action, and all he needed to do was to increase his strength when Li Zhongjiu pushed Zhang Shouji down, and just waved the flag and shouted.

When the vehicle was parked at the Incheon Port warehouse, several younger brothers who had been guarding the whole night bowed to him with tired faces.

"You can go back and rest, good job, Yonghao."

Lin Wei raised his chin at Cui Yonghao, and he took out the cash that Lin Wei used to carry with him from the briefcase in the car, and distributed it.

Several younger brothers took the money in surprise, and said loudly, "Thank you, brother."

Lin Wei nodded, and someone opened the door for him.

Stepping in, there was another newcomer sitting on the iron chair that no one knew how many people had sat on it.

Jin Jiunan.

When he tried to escape last night, he was severely beaten. Now his face is bruised and swollen, and his injured left arm can no longer be lifted. At this moment, he is tied up and sitting on a chair with his eyes closed, as if Like the dead.

The sound of Lin Wei pulling the chair forced him to open his eyes.

Looking at this face, Lin Wei clicked his tongue and sighed, "It's so miserable."

"Pooh."

Jin Jiunan spat out a mouthful of blood foam, one eye could only see a slit due to bruising, and the other eye gradually widened.

"You are Lin Wei."

he said.

Lin Wei nodded, wondering, "Know me?"

"Is my wife with you? How could she treat me like this? Are you going to kill me because of her? How could she be like this. How can she be like this. How can she be like this. " Jin Jiunan suddenly cursed angrily, while cursing As he spoke, he cried in despair.

Lin Wei spread his hands: "Hey, hey!"

After two calls, Jin Jiunan calmed down a little and looked at Lin Wei.

"Don't fucking talk nonsense." Lin Wei stared at him with a cold face: "Who is your wife?"

Jin Jiunan was taken aback for a moment, then became more angry: "You"

He struggled to say something, wanted to get up, but brought the chair down, fell heavily on the ground, a tooth flew out, his face was twisted in pain, and he could only breathe heavily for a while.

Lin Wei waved his hand, and the younger brother beside him lifted up the chair, and a photo slipped down. Lin Wei raised his head, and someone showed him the photo.

After just a few glances, Lin Wei suddenly nodded, "I've seen her before."

Jin Jiunan, who was originally desperate and angry, returned to reason because of this sentence.

Although tears flowed from pain and despair to the point of death, these words still made him feel something that might be called hope at this moment.

"When I saw her before, she was being beaten. You already asked my name. You should have seen that guy, right? The one that smells like fish."

Lin Wei said without haste.

Jin Jiunan nodded repeatedly, and then Lin Wei smiled with mixed emotions: "I rescued her, sent her to the police station, and asked her to go back to the country by repatriation—I didn't expect that we still have this fate."

After hearing this sentence, Jin Jiunan lost his mind, and muttered vaguely: "Is she going home?"

"I'm not sure, maybe I haven't left yet, maybe I've gone back, who knows."

Lin Wei lit a cigarette and was not interested in saying anything more to him. The poor guy in front of him has now completely entered a dead end.

Lin Wei might be able to spare his life, but why is it necessary?

Jin Jiunan seemed to have gone out of his body, stayed where he was, no longer struggled, just spread out on the chair, with a sad smile from time to time, as if all the strength in his body had been drained.

"Who is it? Who wants to kill Professor Jin?"

He said softly: "I want to know. Before I die, I want to know."

Jin Jiunan said wearily.

Lin Wei just said indifferently: "You might as well wait, you will see one of them in a while."

Jin Jiunan then stopped talking.

He just stared blankly at the photo that Lin Wei threw casually on the table beside him: "Could you put it with me in a moment? There is also a photo of my daughter in my pocket"

Lin Wei exhaled a puff of smoke, and nodded indifferently.

He looked at his watch, and at this moment, there was the sound of vehicles approaching outside the warehouse.

At the door, a younger brother opened the door and reminded: "President Jin's people are here, brother, there are quite a few people."

Lin Wei hummed without getting up, and sat on the chair until the footsteps approached, and he saw President Jin for the first time.

He looks like a dog in a suit and leather shoes, similar to the image of most successful Seoul gangsters, which fits the stereotype.

"President Lin, what is this?" The men behind Jin Tae-won walked into the warehouse with him carrying the cash box. Lin Wei turned his head and glanced. Eat black and bring all the men you can bring.

Unexpectedly. Less.

Lin Wei tilted his head, thinking of something, but there was only a polite smile on his face: "Let's not talk about him, did you bring the money?"

"Bring it." Jin Tae-won waved his hand, and his subordinates took the cash box to Lin Wei, opened the cash box, and revealed the folded banknotes inside.

Lin Wei raised his chin and stood up, then reached out his hand and shook hands with Jin Tae-won: "Sit first."

Cui Yonghao asked someone to take the cash box, took out the prepared money counter in person, and began to count them one by one.

Lin Wei asked his subordinates to find another iron chair, so that Jin Tae-won had a seat, and sat with him opposite Jin Jiunan.

Jin Tae-won looked at his face carefully, and then his eyes widened in astonishment. As early as last night, he managed to get a portrait of Jin Jiunan at the police station.

Killing people in the street, fleeing by car and causing a series of car accidents, another murder case at night, and then escaped by the police again.

Jin Jiunan's arrest warrants have been prepared in batches, and it will be on the news in the morning, so it is not difficult to get a portrait.

"This is the killer!?"

Jin Tae-won showed a bit of joy.

Now, that Mian Zhenghe is probably a dead man, as long as he gets rid of the kid in front of him, then only Lin Wei will know about hiring a murderer to kill him.

As long as Lin Wei is silenced with money, this matter will be over.

At this moment, even the heartbreaking sound of the banknote counter seemed to become more pleasant.

"Five billion."

Lin Wei spoke softly again.

Kim Tae-won was taken aback. "What?"

"You have already paid Professor Jin's money, but you haven't paid the ransom for this poor man."

Lin Wei spread his hands and said with a smile: "I heard that his arrest warrants have appeared this morning. Just for providing effective information to the police, the bonus is 3 million. I don't want more. 500 million. He It's yours."

Jin Tae-won's face suddenly became a little gloomy, he turned his head to look at Lin Wei, and the expression of the younger brother behind him also became tense.

Lin Wei was quite used to such scenes. He looked at the two groups of people with weapons drawn around him, and just smiled: "President Jin, what do you mean?"

"President Lin, isn't that a little too much? Another 500 million, where do I get so much money?"

Jin Tae-won breathed heavily: "I know President Lin's family has a big business, and the money in his hand is calculated in the hundreds of millions, but brother, I'm just a small business here, and I got you so much money in one go, and I have to take another five dollars." 100 million."

"Is that so?" Lin Wei's smile faded a bit: "Then why not forget it?"

Jin Tae-won gritted his teeth, looked at Lin Wei, and said after a while, "I will give it to you as soon as possible."

Lin Wei clapped his hands: "Well, President Jin, sign this, he is yours."

Cui Yonghao took out the loan contract that he had prepared long ago, and Kim Tae-won became short of breath the more he looked at it, but then he gritted his teeth and took out a pen and signed it.

A very formal loan contract, from Li Zicheng's financial company, with a principal of 500 million and interest settled on a daily basis.

Seeing that he had signed it, Lin Wei smiled slightly, asked him to press his fingerprints again, and put away the contract: "Very good, President Jin, I'm starting to like you a little bit, maybe we can be friends too? You He is as happy as Professor Jin."

Jin Tae-won forced a smile, and shook hands with him: "It's a pleasant cooperation. President Lin's efficiency is amazing, and I have seen Jinmen's ability to handle affairs today. In the future, we will keep in touch."

But at the next moment, Lin Wei waved his hand again and said, "The matter between us is over, but what?"

"What do you mean!" Jin Tae-won stood up abruptly, with a ruthless look in his eyes.

Lin Wei chuckled, "Don't get excited, President Jin."

Just as the two were talking, there was a sudden loud noise outside the house.

A van came on a rampage without slowing down, and the two Jin Tae-won boys who were guarding the door couldn't dodge in time, and were directly knocked out, screaming miserably.

Then, the van started backing up, Lin Wei frowned slightly, and saw the slightly crazy face in the window.

Mian Zhenghe poked his head out of the car window: "You! Are you President Kim?"

Jin Tae-won guessed who the other party was, and yelled angrily: "What are you doing in a daze!? Kill him!"

Lin Wei waved his hand: "Come back!"

As a result, the people at the North Gate looked at each other and backed away, but Jin Tae-won's men rushed towards the van.

But Mian Zhenghe didn't get out of the car at all—he stepped on the gas pedal suddenly, and the van slammed into the warehouse door, sometimes advancing, sometimes reversing, leaning against a car, killing a person at the door and turning his back on his back.

"Damn it, drive him down!"

Jin Tae-won was so angry and anxious that he almost jumped and shouted.

Lin Wei just stood there with his arms folded in front of him, amazed.

The people at the North Gate all retreated into the warehouse, with somewhat nervous expressions, but Lin Wei said: "Hey, don't hit my car! Be careful!"

Cui Yonghao had already thought of this before he spoke. As Lin Wei's driver, to a certain extent, he even cared more about this car than Lin Wei—he would clean the car every day no matter how late he came home. Sleepy, this car is almost like his half girlfriend.

"Xiba! Get out!"

He violently pushed away a few of Jin Tae-won's men who were fleeing in a hurry, and under the horrified gaze of others, he took out his pistol, aimed his hands firmly at the van that was accelerating and decelerating at a slow speed, and aimed at the window of the van and fired four times. gun.

The van lost control, crashed into a car that Kim Tae-won was driving, and stalled.

Only then did Jin Tae-won's people find an opportunity to file in, trying to drag Mian Zhenghe out of the car, but the moment he opened the door, a hatchet hit his forehead.

Then a big foot opened the way, kicking that guy to the ground, Mian Zhenghe stepped out of the car with his face covered in blood, pulled out his axe, and looked at Cui Yonghao who raised his gun not far away, as if he was red-eyed. , without dodging or avoiding, raised his hands high, with a machete in his left hand and a hatchet in his right, slashing in the crowd.

Cui Yonghao held up his gun, and he didn't dare to fire easily. There were Jin Tae-won's people blocking the way everywhere. He was not good at shooting, and he was afraid that he would kill his own people with one shot.

"return."

Lin Wei's words made Cui Yonghao, who was about to pull the trigger, stop. He glanced at Mian Zhenghe surrounded by Jin Tae-won's people, and returned to the warehouse.

At this moment, both Kim Tae-won and Cui Yonghao obviously felt that the other party was dead.

In other words, in fact, only Lin Wei was present, sitting on a chair and looking out of the warehouse with great interest, while Jin Tae-won's people surrounded Mian Zhenghe.

"He's really trash." Jin Tae-won cursed in a low voice, looked away, looked at Lin Wei, but saw that the other party was still looking outside the warehouse, fascinated as if he was watching a play, and forced a smile: "President Lin, it's not dealt with." Clean, I am laughing at you, what you said just now."

Lin Wei waved his hand: "Don't be in a hurry to talk about things, your people seem to be invincible."

"What!?"

Kim Tae-won turned around in astonishment.

Then, Mian Zhenghe's ax was seen to split another person's stomach open, and the person fell to the ground screaming and clutching his stomach while blood flowed.

A short knife stabbed into the side from behind, but Mian Zhenghe just slashed with the machete backhand, first cut off the man's arm, and then pierced the man's chest with a knife, let out a desperate roar, and pushed the man hard as a shield He blocked the blow, then pulled out the dagger on his back, threw it out, and killed another person.

Could Mian Zhenghe really kill everyone by himself?

The theoretical answer is: no.

But the real answer is: yes.

Because when Mian Zhenghe got out of the car and killed five people in a row, Jin Taiyuan's people began to be afraid, and looked forward and backward.

In the end, they are all bullying and fearing the tough, and there are not many who can fight tough battles, especially when there is such a mysterious thing as momentum. When a person retreats because of fear, more people will be infected by it and feel fearful. .

When you are afraid, facing such a killing machine that kills without blinking an eye, without making a sound when it is stabbed, as if it will not die, will not hurt, and will not get tired, your end is to wait for death after the collapse.

Even the people at the North Gate became nervous unconsciously at this moment.

Obviously there is only one person on the other side, and Mianzhenghe has already been stabbed several times

"Scary?"

Lin Wei was amazed.

In the arena, I'm afraid the only one who can keep calm and calm is him.

Because he had expected it.

In the movie, what level of fierce man is Mian Zhenghe?

When he was assassinated, he could kill the whole audience with a single ox bone, and then he didn't choose to escape. He went to the opponent's lair by himself, and then chopped down all the opponent's dozen or so people by himself, and finally he was still sitting there Let the opponent bandage the wound.

After that, even under this kind of injury, he was able to catch up with Kim Tae-won abruptly and die together with him.

If it is said that Zhang Qian's trio in Crime City relied on capturing the thief first to capture the king, and the three of them managed a gang by killing the boss of the opponent.

That Mianzhenghe is definitely a berserker-level existence, killing from the south to the north, from the horse boy to the big brother, purely relying on the terrifying vitality to kill to the end, the warrior talent is full.

Lin Wei watched Mian Zhenghe walking towards the warehouse with an ax in his right hand and a knife in his left hand, and waved his hands with a smile: "Let him come here."

Jin Tae-won's expression changed, and he roared angrily, "Is he really a waste!"

After all, he was a fool, he took out a short knife from the back of his waist, and walked towards Mian Zhenghe abruptly.

He doesn't believe it anymore, is the other party really immortal?

Several of Jin Tae-won's subordinates who were looking at each other behind Mian Zhenghe also mustered up their courage at this moment, and slashed at Mian Zhenghe again.

But Lin Wei said loudly: "I said, stop!"

The atmosphere in the arena was stagnant, and Kim Tae-won's younger brothers also stepped back a few steps as if they were pardoned.

Mian Zhenghe swayed, walking forward step by step, step by step, each step could leave a bloody footprint.

When he was five steps away, he slammed an ax and threw it at Jin Tae-won.

Jin Tae-won's eyes widened, and he fell to the ground in embarrassment, but the flying ax was caught by Lin Wei's handle precisely in the air.

"Hey man, remember me?"

Lin Wei threw up the hatchet, grabbed it again and turned it into a pronated grip, pointing at Mianzhenghe.

Mian Zhenghe said in a low voice, "Lin Wei."

Lin Wei smiled in admiration, "Why don't we stop here?"

His savage and exuberant vitality is commendable.

"Get out of the way." Mian Zhenghe limped forward.

Lin Wei just stood there and shook his head.

The next moment, Mian Zhenghe took a sudden step and pierced Lin Wei's chest with a dagger.

Lin Wei was completely different from the opponents he had faced before.

He only took half a step back, and this half step became a natural moat that Mian Zhenghe could never cross. The next moment, the ax was shining sharply, and one arm flew into the air.

Mian Zhenghe groaned, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, staggered two steps, and fell to the ground.

Jin Tae-won panted heavily, until now, with bloodshot eyes, he took a step forward, and stepped on his head suddenly.

Mian Zhenghe's head was stomped heavily and even bounced on the ground.

Then, he actually raised his head again because of this.

The broken arm fell beside him, Mian Zhenghe's remaining right arm quickly grabbed the short knife that was still tightly held in the broken arm's hand, and stabbed the short knife into Jin Tae-won's calf in a way of holding his own hand inside.

"Ahhh!"

Jin Tae-won uttered a scream and fell back on the ground limping. Mian Zhenghe grabbed his severed arm and crawled towards him like a ghost or a zombie. There was only pure brutality and instinct in his blood-red eyes.

Until Lin Wei raised his chin towards Cui Yonghao, Cui Yonghao waved the iron rod with trembling hands and hit him heavily on the back of the head.

Mian Zhenghe finally twitched and became silent.

It's a pity, now there is no way to ask Mian Zhenghe for money.

Lin Wei sighed.

For a long time, the only sound left in the warehouse was heavy, mixed breathing.

Lin Wei squatted down, still smiling at this moment.

He looked at Kim Tae Won: "Let's continue talking"

Lin Wei spread out his palm and raised a finger: "Professor Jin's, it's clear."

Then put up a second one: "The ransom of the killer behind me is settled, and I guarantee that he will never have another chance to reveal that you hired a murderer to kill someone."

Then, he raised his third finger: "Help you settle Mian Zhenghe's money, just give 300 million, he owes me."

Kim Tae-won's voice trembled at the moment: "It's easy to say that I have to go to the hospital first."

His forehead was covered with cold sweat, and the blood hole on his leg was still bleeding.

Lin Wei shook his head, and raised another finger: "Fourth, President Cui also needs an explanation."

He picked up his mobile phone, and it contained a call he had just dialed: "President Cui, I don't know how much you think it would be better for him to ask for this item?"

"The 300 million I paid for him, the fourth item, 500 million? I will also help President Lin solve the formalities of the store under him."

Cui Yixian's voice sounded calmly: "How?"

Lin Wei nodded with a smile in Jin Tae-won's flustered and desperate eyes.

"make a deal."

"How about coming to Busan for dinner at night? President Lin's efficiency is really amazing."

Cui Yixian's voice revealed admiration.

Lin Wei smiled all over his face: "President Cui is too polite. You have an invitation, so you must not refuse. I will be there on time in the evening. Tell me the place."

"I'll send you a text message soon. President Jin, please."

"No problem, it looks like it's going to rain today, which happens to be a good day to get out of the boat, so let's not bother President Cui for now."

"Okay, see you tonight."

Cui Yixian hung up the phone.

Lin Wei shrugged and held the phone in his hand: "The transaction is over, President Jin, you are really the most valuable big shot I have ever seen."

"Before I left, I specifically told my little lover to call the police and report me if I didn't come back by the time? This is too cautious. Fortunately, I am the same."

Lin Wei stood up leisurely.

"you you!!"

Before he finished speaking, an iron rod struck from behind, just like what happened to Mian Zhenghe before.

Cui Yonghao waved his hand expressionlessly, and then the boys from the North Gate rushed forward.

Hit the beginning.

This is a black eat black.

Jin Jiunan had never seen such a cruel, cold, and hopeless scene.

He watched the people at the North Gate start to clean up the mess from outside the warehouse with no expression on their faces, and Lin Wei lit another cigarette slowly.

He really regrets it.

If I had known this was hell

why did he bother

Came across the Yellow Sea?

[The plot of "Yellow Sea" has ended. 】

【The Yellow Sea is Precarious (Completed). 】

[You have received a task reward: special skill - wild dog's instinct (not upgradeable). 】

[Instinct of Wild Dogs: This skill can improve the user's ability to move when injured to a certain extent.

This skill is automatically activated after injury, which can reduce the impact of pain on you.

This skill can reduce the possibility of your injury spreading further after injury.

The more injured you are, the more tenacious your vitality will be.

——The life of a wild dog is to survive by whatever means. 】

Lin Wei looked at this line of words with deep eyes, and smiled for a while.

He looked down at Mian Zhenghe who was no longer breathing.

"If a wild dog becomes a mad dog, no matter how vigorous its vitality is, it will only end in death."

Lin Wei turned his head and looked at Jin Jiunan who was motionless at the moment and his face was ashen.

"You said... right?"