Rebirth and Revenge: The Young Lady is Actually a Top Killer

Shen Zelan stood there expressionless, exuding a cold aura of "keep away from strangers".

"Five seconds to prove you are Artemis."

Jiang Siyue laughed at the familiar "authentication" process: "Boss Shen is so young, why does he always have such a poker face?"

Shen Zelan's frozen brows moved, but her hands gradually moved to her lower back: "Miss Jiang is young, but she is quite courageous."

Jiang Siyue felt a lump in his throat when he noticed her reaching for the gun, and he instantly stopped being naughty.

After all, this woman always ignores the terrain and the environment when she shoots, and she will not show mercy even in her own territory.

For example, in this entire floor of offices, except for the bulletproof glass installed by the company, all other large and small objects have been renovated countless times.

There is no place that is original at all!

In order to protect the company's property and personal safety, Jiang Siyue immediately took out his ID from his coat pocket and showed it directly to Shen Zelan.

"Boss Shen, calm down. I really am your boss."

"..." Shen Zelan's hand holding the gun paused, and his 5.2 vision in both eyes was used to its full potential at this moment, and he quickly scanned the inner pages of the ID card.

After a while, she was like a cat with its fur smoothed. She straightened her clothes and walked to Jiang Siyue with a serious expression, then bowed her head: "...Boss."

Jiang Siyue put away her ID card with a helpless look, and with her other hand she embraced Shen Zelan like a "sister" and said, "If I had been half a second later, there would have been another pot of green plant in the world that would have died a heroic death at the hands of Boss Shen."

Shen Zelan's ears turned slightly red, but her tone was as hard as ever: "I don't like these in the first place, it's you who asked me to put them in."

Jiang Siyue took her in his arms and sat her on the reception sofa, pointing to the money tree by the wall: "Really? What about this pot?"

"I asked for green plants to purify the air, not to promote feudal superstition. You should know that. Why did you buy this?"

Shen Zelan shook her head and was about to answer.

Suddenly, her expression changed drastically. At the same time as she drew her gun at the speed of light, Jiang Siyue had already aimed at the pottery basin and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"boom!"

The potted plants were shattered by the bullets, dirt flew everywhere, and a mini voice recorder in a waterproof bag fell to the ground with a "click".

Jiang Siyue immediately asked: "Who sent this thing and when did it come?"

Shen Zelan was about to say something but stopped herself. She simply went forward to pick up the waterproof bag, opened the seal and took out the recorder.

"...There were only five people who came to the top floor this morning. You, me, Ding Han, the receptionist who sent you up...and Fang Xun."

Jiang Siyue frowned suddenly: "Are you saying this is Fang Xun...?"

Shen Zelan said firmly: "No, it would never be her who buried the recorder in the soil."

Although Fang Xun is not as close to her as Ding Han, her assistant, nor does he spend as much time with her as Ding Han.

But not only Shen Zelan knew her character, Jiang Siyue also knew it very well.

The decision to choose Fang Xun to take up the special position of secretary of the arms company was a unanimous one between the two of them.

The probability of Fang Xun doing such a thing is even lower than winning the 10 million jackpot in the lottery.

This is clearly a frame-up.

Jiang Siyue put away the gun and joked to himself: "I don't know whether to say it's a coincidence or not - I just ran into her in the lobby on the first floor."

"She was running out in a hurry and her heel broke. Fortunately, I came in just in time and rescued her."

"He should have just changed his shoes by now, and probably hasn't left the company yet."

Shen Zelan, who was recording with a recorder, understood what was said immediately and took out her cell phone to "call back" her enemy secretary.

However, just one second before turning to Fang Xun's phone number, a number with the note "Ding Han" suddenly called.

Shen Zelan frowned in confusion, pressed the answer button and looked at Jiang Siyue involuntarily: "Hello, Ding Han."

Perhaps it was because his sense of crisis was too strong. The moment Jiang Siyue met Shen Zelan's eyes, he suddenly had an ominous premonition.

As it turned out, she was right again.

There was constant noise from the other end of the line, and Ding Han shouted into the phone amid the noise:

"Boss! Xiaoxun is fighting with the people from the R&D department!!"

……

"What do you mean you were born by a mother but not raised by a father?! Do you think I tolerate you because I'm afraid of you?!"

In the R&D office area, Fang Xun pinned a white director to his desk by himself, and did not forget to mock him mentally.

The glass wall was surrounded by department employees. Several other directors who rushed over after hearing the news looked at each other, but no one dared to step forward to stop it.

Because everyone knows that this "warrior" is the boss's man.

Even if they wanted to stop it, they had no right to do so.

The white director kept twisting his body to try to break free from the restraints, but Fang Xun had already mastered the grappling technique to perfection.

Not only was he unable to break free, but the pressure was tightened even more, his face turned red and his neck became thick, and all he could say was "fuck" and "shit" - which just happened to complement Fang Xun's rich Shenzhou way of cursing.

Ding Han paced back and forth at the elevator entrance anxiously.

It wasn't until the metal door of the exclusive elevator opened that she seemed to see the light. She immediately shouted to the R&D department: "The boss is here!"

The noise stopped abruptly.

Fang Xun looked up and saw that the crowd of onlookers had dispersed in an instant and returned to their workstations.

And her "celestial" boss, who was dressed in white from head to toe, had already strode towards her.

"Fang Xun, let him go."

Boss Tianxian spoke personally, so even if Fang Xun was reluctant, he had to follow his words and let go of the white director.

Ding Han was eager to protect his child, so he rushed over and grabbed Fang Xun's arm, and asked in a low voice: "Xiao Xun, what's going on?"

"Didn't the boss ask you to arrange the Nanlingshan race early in the morning? Why are you still in the company?"

"I did go, but I accidentally forgot to take the documents, so I came back halfway," Fang Xun explained, "Damn, I'm glad I came back!"

"Otherwise, where can I find an opportunity to beat this bastard up on the spot?"

Jiang Siyue leaned against an unused workstation outside the office and observed secretly.

This angle of view is unbiased and just right for reading Ding Han's lip movements.

Nanling Mountain...racing?

Jiang Siyue tapped the edge of the phone with his index finger.

In a moment, she decisively hung up the ladder and logged into the Dixu website, clicked into the speed column and quickly typed in "Nanling Mountain"——

Tsk, no wonder there was never any mention of racing in the information about Nanling Mountain that she had compiled before. It turned out that it was "contracted" by people in the underground circle in the past two years, and it could not be found on the surface.

——If that’s the case, then could it be that the location of the lady in red who disappeared in Nanling Mountain three days ago was discovered by the special detector on the black market?

Could it be that the "master" she is loyal to is related to the several underworld clubs that contracted the Nanlingshan Racing Circuit?

Jiang Siyue touched his chin thoughtfully, swiping the screen with his right thumb, quickly browsing the relevant information about the Nanlingshan racing event.

After an unknown amount of time, Boss Jiang, who was lost in thought, was suddenly patted on the left shoulder.

She immediately pulled herself out of her sea of ​​consciousness and turned to look at the owner of the arm: "Huh? The 'mediation' is over so soon?"

Shen Zelan's poker face was particularly gloomy at this moment, and her voice became colder: "Spreading rumors and framing colleagues, using the convenience of her position to steal blueprints and make private profits..."

"Do you mean to ban him, or to kill him directly?"