Forced to take the love route by a scumbag villain

August 8, Central Square.

The Central Plaza is located in the city center where land is at a premium, and is surrounded by commercial and commercial buildings with a huge flow of people. Every night, the crowds of people who come to enjoy and shop are like an endless river, one after another.

At six o'clock in the morning, the commercial buildings have not yet opened for business. This is the time when the central square has the least amount of people in the day, but today there is something different.

Staff in work clothes were busy coming and going in the square, busy setting up booths and arranging seats.

In four hours, it will be time for Spark Company to hold a new product launch conference. No one dared to be careless, because this press conference was different from the past. Wen Rulan, the president of Spark Company, personally hosted it.

The richest man in the world, who is rarely exposed to the public eye, took the initiative to come forward for the first time. For a time, countless reporters swarmed in. Even reporters as far away as Capital Star rushed here after receiving the letter, just to get first-hand consultation.

They were scrambling, and with four hours left until the press conference, someone had already arrived at the scene, trying to get a good shooting spot in advance.

What's more, it even started unfair competition.

The reporter from Starlight Entertainment was a little dissatisfied and asked the security staff who stopped him: "Why can their news truck drive in but ours can't?"

As he spoke, he glanced disdainfully at the news van that was allowed to pass, with the large characters Pioneer Media written on the body. Pioneer Media is a third-rate small media that I have never heard of. Their Starlight Entertainment is a leading media with over 100 million clicks. Even the most popular actor and actress in Star Entertainment dare not not sell their products. face!

But the result in front of them was that their news vehicle was stopped by security guards, who said that vehicles were not allowed to enter. Wherever they go, do as the Romans do. Who is Wen Rulan? They did their homework before coming, so naturally they don't want to cause trouble on each other's territory.

But when they were about to park the news van outside honestly and shoot with only hand-held cameras, they suddenly discovered that this third-rate small media vehicle drove over, and the driver got together with a certain security staff member and whispered What, there seems to be something stuffed in the middle, it seems to be a bank card?

Then the car was released, only five minutes before and after they were stopped at the door. Isn't this a blatant bribery? !

The reporter from Starlight Entertainment couldn't swallow this breath and immediately came over to argue with the security guard.

The security guard only answered perfunctorily: "I am a specially invited reporter."

A third-rate special reporter? The reporters from Starlight Entertainment laughed angrily and entangled themselves with the security personnel.

This small commotion only lasted for a while, and finally ended with the threat that "if there is any more noise, no one will be allowed in." The people of Starlight Entertainment swallowed their anger. Today's news must be well covered for the sake of performance. If in the end they can't get in because of this trivial matter, they will be scolded by the boss when they go back.

So they no longer choked with the security personnel, but honestly walked into the press conference carrying their photography equipment.

I just endured it, and I still felt uncomfortable seeing the news vehicle parked in the corner of the press conference venue. The reporter from Starlight Entertainment looked over there a few more times to see if the so-called "special reporter" had three heads or six arms and was so capable.

As a result, I didn't see the three heads and six arms, but I saw the person getting out of the car, carrying a camera...a photographer who didn't look like a photographer.

The reporter from Starlight Entertainment couldn't help but look back at his own photographer, who was rubbing his arm because he was carrying heavy equipment on his shoulders, trying to relieve the sore muscles. Then he looked at the photographer from Pioneer Media opposite.

The camera, which originally looked quite heavy, looked a bit petite and dainty in comparison with the opponent's thick arms, and the opponent's demeanor was so relaxed that it didn't look like he was carrying a heavy object, but rather like he was carrying a bag of cotton.

Is this really a photographer and not some bodybuilder? The Starlight Entertainment reporter looked at the other party's muscular arms and thought to himself.

Forget it, a few more people got off the news truck one after another, each holding shooting equipment, and each of them was as tall and strong as the photographer. A group of strong men who didn't look very friendly gathered together, but they didn't look like them at all. They were the media who came to interview, but they seemed to have formed a team to rob.

A reporter from Starlight Entertainment inadvertently revealed the truth. This group of people was here to rob. Neither wealth nor sex was robbed, only Wen Rulan's head was robbed.

Inside the news van, there were still several people who had not come out, and Big Beard was among them. As for Zhang Ji and Feiyan, Feiyan had already climbed up to the commercial building on the left side of the central square. At this moment, he was standing on the rooftop of the top floor, observing After checking his field of vision, he pressed the left earpiece and reported to Zhang Ji: "Boss, I'm in position."

Zhang Ji, who was on the seventh floor of the same commercial building, responded. He was not staying with Big Beard or Feiyan. Although he carefully planned today's assassination plan, it stands to reason that it would not fail, but everything is possible. , there is always a certain degree of danger.

So he hid alone in this room so that he could witness Wen Rulan's death immediately and relieve his hatred without putting himself in danger.

If the plan failed, he could always ask Feiyan to escort him to retreat along their previously planned route. As for Big Beard... it was left to Wen Rulan to vent her anger.

While Zhang Ji was thinking about his plan in his mind, he stood in front of the window with half-closed curtains and looked down at the press conference venue that was still being prepared.

Just four more hours... Zhang Ji couldn't help but smile.

There are still four hours... Meng Xing thought as he looked at the time on his phone. He stood alone in a remote corner of the press conference booth. Because of the invisibility status hanging on his body, no one noticed him.

He watched the staff busy among them, and also watched the bearded group disperse around on the pretext of arranging equipment, just preparing to launch an attack as soon as Wen Rulan appeared.

Meng Xing couldn't help but feel a little anxious. Although he believed that Wen Rulan was definitely not an idiot who died in vain, he still couldn't help but be a little worried when he didn't know the other party's plan at all.

She was worried that Wen Rulan would risk her life and thus her mission would fail.

But no matter how anxious he was, there was nothing he could do. Wen Rulan wouldn't tell him what her plans were unless Meng Xing came to see him.

Meng Xing didn't go, so he didn't believe that Wen Rulan was willing to give up his own life. This guy must be preparing some kind of trap to catch Zhang Ji and his gang in one fell swoop. Meng Xing has full confidence in Wen Rulan's cunning.

So he suppressed his inner anxiety and waited quietly for the time to pass.

At 9:55, all reporters had already arrived, and countless cameras were pointed at the booth, just waiting for the protagonist to appear.

As they wished, several black hover cars drove towards the square in the distance. The reporters were all smart people, and they recognized the brands of these vehicles at a glance. They were all luxury high-end brands, and each one was worth a lot of money. The one who could make such a big deal must be Wen Rulan.

For a while, everyone was busy, adjusting the seats of the cameras, going to the door to grab seats, and others grabbing seats.

The motorcade stopped in front of the square, and the bodyguards filed out of the car. Everyone's eyes were focused on the floating car in the middle, which had not yet opened its door.

The tall bodyguard captain opened the car door himself, and the richest man in the world who had always been reclusive was finally exposed to everyone.

In an instant, countless "clicks" sounds were heard, and the flashing lights kept flashing, causing Wen Rulan's pupils to shrink. He was not a star who was often exposed to the spotlight. He was very unaccustomed to these excessive lights and was a little unhappy. However, thinking of the person who was probably nearby, Wen Rulan's mood suddenly improved again.

The reporters were shocked when they saw Wen Rulan suddenly raise her smile again after briefly raising her eyebrows. The flashlight flashed faster than before.

The bodyguards surrounded him and opened up a five-meter-diameter open space for him surrounded by reporters. He walked in the direction of the booth without squinting.

Zhang Ji, who was standing on the seventh floor of the Commercial Building and watching this scene with a telescope, couldn't help but sneered. Let this scumbag laugh for the last time!

"Get ready." He ordered into the headset.

As he finished speaking, several interstellar pirates disguised as media personnel scattered around immediately moved forward. With their tall bodies, they easily pushed aside the reporters blocking the way.

The reporter who was pushed away was naturally reluctant. He cursed and wanted to greet the other party, but was stared at by these strong men with sinister faces, and immediately did not dare to say anything anymore.

As the interstellar pirates squeezed forward, there would naturally be some commotion, but these sounds were too quiet and were difficult to detect under the noisy shutter sounds and the questions from reporters in the front row.

Meng Xing saw all this and couldn't help but walk out from the corner. He stood on the periphery of the crowd, wanting to believe Wen Rulan, but couldn't help but worry.

He hesitated, and while he hesitated, the interstellar pirates got closer and closer to Wen Rulan.

Finally, just a few steps away from Wen Rulan and about to attract the attention of the bodyguards, Zhang Ji shouted: "Do it!"

With a "bang", the bearded man fired a shot into the sky.

At the same moment when the gunshot was fired, there were bodyguards who immediately took a defensive posture, and reporters who were stunned by the gunshot.

The next second, panicked shouts rang out, and the reporters who reacted no longer gathered in front of Wen Rulan, but tried desperately to run out, away from these gun-wielding gangsters.

The crowd pushed each other to escape, and the interstellar pirates who were still walking in became particularly conspicuous. They each held guns and looked fiercely.

Although Wen Rulan was protected by bodyguards, the bodyguards only had limited ammunition in their hands, and their number was smaller than these gangsters.

Wen Rulan's face was sullen, he was in an extremely disadvantageous situation.

Thanks to the shot fired by Big Beard, after the reporters ran away, the area around Wen Rulan became a lot clearer, and Meng Xing took advantage of the chaos and ran to him.

Still no one noticed his presence, but it didn't help.

When the gunfight really starts, it doesn't matter whether you can see or not, the overload of fire coverage will smash Wen Rulan and objects several meters around him into a plug.

And the gun battle will begin soon.

Less than a minute had elapsed since the first gunshot, and the crowd had cleared away, and there were no reporters in front of them. With no obstruction in his field of vision, the bearded man raised his gun proudly, aiming at Wen Rulan's eyebrows exposed in the gap protected by the bodyguards, preparing to take down the huge bounty with one shot.

While he was taking aim, Meng Xing finally couldn't hold it anymore. He threw Wen Rulan to the ground and blocked Wen Rulan with his back.

His movements were too large, and the optical refraction device he had been wearing accidentally fell off. So, when Wen Rulan fell to the ground, she saw Meng Xing pressing above him.

Meng Xing realized from the image in Wen Rulan's pupils that his invisibility had disappeared, but he had no time to care.

"Are you an idiot?" Meng Xing asked the person below who was bent on death.

Wen Rulan's solemn expression in the face of the crisis a moment ago disappeared, replaced by a smile, a smile of success.

He stroked the side of Meng Xing's face with his fingers and corrected him happily: "I'm not, you are."

As he finished speaking, there was a second gunshot, but it wasn't the bearded one.

The bearded man stood there in a daze, with a bloody hole between his eyebrows that had just been pierced by a bullet, and blood overflowing from it. With a "bang", his body lost its support and fell to the ground.

Feiyan on the top put away his gun and reported to the headset on the right: "Mr. Wen, the mission is accomplished."

Then, he turned around and walked downstairs without stopping.

In the square, the pirates were shocked by the sudden murder of the bearded man, but after the brief shock, they immediately wanted to take revenge for the boss.

However, I don’t know where they came from. Suddenly, nearly a hundred bodyguards surrounded the press conference, and the situation reversed in an instant.

The pirates knew they had fallen into a trap, and immediately cursed, turned and fired outside, trying to carve out a bloody path.

For a while, gunshots rang out.

Meng Xing looked at this reversal and said speechlessly: "Just to lure me out, you worked too hard."

Today it was all too obvious. Wen Rulan was using herself as bait to lure Meng Xing to show up.

Although he made full preparations and took control of the situation immediately, bullets are not good at seeing. Meng Xing did not dare to relax. He remained firmly pressed on Wen Rulan, fearing that a stray bullet would fly over and kill him.

However, Wen Rulan had no intention of introspection at all. Instead, she argued plausibly: "Investment always involves risks. As long as the return is high enough, it is worth the risk."

He rubbed the side of Meng Xing's face with his fingertips with some fascination, and said with a low smile: "And you are worth it."

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