Rebirth: I Want to Be a Hot Heroine

Cape Town, South Africa——

"Master Jiu, all the goods on the market have been cleared out."

"Where's the goods?"

"base."

The man leaned back in the soft chair, his eyes dark. He had been unusually calm during the past few days since he came.

Even after buying up all the goods on the market, the group did nothing.

Qin Guanjiu clasped his hands together and rested his long legs comfortably on the desk.

Si Ye stood right in front of him, bending slightly.

"Ha." The man suddenly raised his eyes and said, "I will destroy this batch of goods in Camps Bay at 8 o'clock tomorrow night. Please come and have a look. Don't take any precautions, just come as you please."

Qin Guanjiu's purpose is to wait for the other party to come and rob. Only when the other party comes to rob can he find their nest.

Si Ye was stunned for a moment. He spent nearly one billion yuan, and now it was destroyed just like that?

And so high-profile?

But he didn't dare to ask the question in his heart, so he had to do as the man told him...

It is 7 o'clock in the evening in South Africa, but it is noon in China.

Lin Tong had just finished dealing with matters at the garment factory and came out starving.

I just found a noodle shop to eat noodles.

Just as I brought the noodles to my seat from the food counter, the bowl suddenly slipped from my hands.

Lin Tong's heart tightened and she subconsciously reached out to grab it, but the broken porcelain pieces bounced up and scratched her hand.

There was immediately a cut on the back of his hand, oozing with blood.

The boss rushed over from the kitchen, "Oh! You are so careless, you didn't scratch your hand, did you?"

Lin Tong frowned and moved his hand away, "It's okay."

Seeing that she didn't want to make a big deal, the boss said enthusiastically, "I'll make you another bowl."

Lin Tong shook his head and walked out of the noodle shop.

Her heart tightened, and she felt like something was odd, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

There are factories everywhere here, and factories are spread all over the huge area.

Lin Tong looked into the distance. Not far away, there stood an exquisite little villa.

It’s strange, why would someone build a villa here?

Lin Tong didn't think much about it and drove away...

It is 2:00 p.m. in China and 8:00 p.m. in South Africa.

A row of helicopters with the name Jun Jiu written on them circled over Camps Bay.

The propeller stirred up gusts of wind and waves, and when I looked down, I saw quite a few people coming.

The man picked up the telescope and saw the scene below through the lens.

A pile of sealed wooden boxes of goods were placed on the far right, and a group of men in black surrounded the goods.

On the left side are people who come to watch.

You know, this pile of goods is worth hundreds of millions. If it wasn’t for Master Jiu, who would throw these hundreds of millions into the sea?

Men always do things in a high-profile manner, but this high-profile behavior has aroused a lot of curiosity.

The man put down the binoculars, smiled, and said softly, "Unboxing."

As soon as these two words came out, the man in black below turned around swiftly and began to unpack the boxes.

At eight o'clock, a man will not break his promise.

"Master Jiu, everything is normal."

Su Bai sat next to him, in front of him was a dedicated computer with a complex topographic map displayed on it.

In a short while, the two-meter-high pile of containers had been dismantled.

Qin Guanjiu opened his thin lips and said, "Pour."

The people below began to unload the goods in order.

The man waved his hand, and Su Bai understood.

A row of helicopters gradually left the sea...

He doesn't even need to show up in person to make his subordinates submit.

Only he could throw hundreds of millions into the sea...

The helicopter has gone away.

Suddenly, a group of people rushed out from the crowd, each wearing a mask and holding a gun.

"Rob!"

The crowd became panicked, and no one expected that someone would actually come to grab the goods.

What was robbed was Jiu Ye’s goods.

That group of people was very fast and could not hurt the group of men in black, or rather, they did not have the strength to hurt the group of men in black.

The spectators had already flown away like a flock of frightened birds.

They quickly loaded the goods into the trunk and everyone evacuated successfully.

The man in the helicopter raised his lips slightly and crossed his legs.

Si Ye was full of admiration. He didn't expect that someone would come to grab this batch of... lime...

"Master Jiu, they're retreating."

"Ten minutes, catch him alive."

……

Ten minutes later, the group of people who had just grabbed the goods were kneeling in a row, all kneeling in front of Qin Guanjiu.

"Tell me, who asked you to rob this batch of goods?"

The leader snorted, "No one, we did it spontaneously!"

He looked at Qin Guanjiu fiercely, "Don't you, Master Jiu, always claim that you have the final say? Why did you arrest us?"

The so-called lack of protection means that those who poured the drugs were all elite killers...

The leader became more and more unwilling to accept that he had been fooled so easily.

"Oh, really?" Qin Guanjiu chuckled.

He walked up to him, pinched his chin hard, and twisted his hand so that his jaw was dislocated.

The leader screamed in pain: "Ah——"

Qin Guanjiu kicked him to the ground and said, "Get out." Then he raised his head and closed his eyes lightly, not wanting to look at the scene.

Two men in black came forward rudely and immediately stripped the leader of his clothes.

A man in black stepped forward, "Master Jiu, there is a tattoo."

The man opened his eyes, and the man in black bent over and handed him a mobile phone. On the screen was a tattoo on the leader's waist.

The tattoo was a dark purple with a small rose outlined.

The man chuckled, "It's ugly."

The man in black took the phone away.

The man looked down at the naked man on the ground, piercing him with a sharp gaze.

With a kick of his foot, his dislocated jaw closed again, and the leader screamed in pain again.

Suddenly, he rolled his eyes and his body trembled twice.

The man in black quickly stepped forward, pried open his mouth, and stuffed a cloth into his mouth.

"Don't want to say it?" Qin Guanjiu glanced coldly at the blood-stained cloth and turned his gaze to the person next to him.

The man noticed his gaze and shook his head tremblingly, "I won't tell you, I don't know anything, I won't say anything!"

The man squatted down and looked him straight in the eyes, "What do you think I want to ask you?"

"Don't you just want to know where our base is?"

"Did I ask?"

"But you must be asking this! I will never tell you even if I die! Faith is the hard work of our Wumen!"

The man nodded in understanding. "Oh, so that thing is called faith, and your organization is called Wumen?"

Qin Guanjiu smiled.

What the hell is that name?

Faith? What? Is seeking death their belief?

It's such an ugly name, no wonder I feel embarrassed to reveal it.

What kind of a no-brainer...

Is it because you can’t afford the door?

The man's eyes twitched and he accidentally revealed his name.

He bit his lip tightly, not daring to speak any more, fearing that the man would try to trick him again.

"What? Your sect leader can't even afford to buy a door?" the man sneered.

"Nothing to do with you!"

"So your base doesn't have a door either?" The man said with a sigh, "You can call yourself a leader even without a door."

The man was so angry that his teeth were itching. What right did this man have to insult their leader so casually?

"Don't try to trick me again."

"Why would I try to get your information? What do you have that's worth asking? I already know your base."

"Impossible, a place like East Lane..." You can't find it at all.

He hadn't finished speaking when he suddenly realized what he had said.

He stood there in a daze, his eyes wide open with anger.

The man patted his face. "Well done."

A man dressed in black stepped forward and stood behind him, a knife quickly flew out of his sleeve before anyone could see his movements clearly.

The man fell to the ground with his eyes open...

Another man in black took out a hot towel at the right time, and the man took it and wiped his hands.

A magnetic voice sounded, "Isn't that the hard work of Wumen? Let them have a good taste of their hard work."

Those who were kneeling broke out in cold sweats. The moment they opened their mouths to call for help, they realized that they could no longer make a sound.

I looked up at Qin Guanjiu, who was covering his nose with the towel.

The white powder dissipated in the air, and the man left after saying a few words.

"Faith is plentiful, serve them well."

Those who were kneeling on the ground were struggling one by one. Even with their mouths wide open, no sound could come out...

East Lane, Cape Town——

"Blow it up!"