Inheritance

There are seven large warehouses in the association. Although the small warehouses are not eye-catching, they are definitely not enough to store these wines. He deleted, deleted, and modified them on a piece of white paper. The warehouse, as well as a remote and sparsely populated place in the eastern suburbs, are the most likely places to hide these goods.

He remembered that Brother Ten bought the land in the eastern suburbs at an auction a long time ago, planning to renovate it into a foreign-style suburban villa. It's a waste, but a dilapidated warehouse has been modified and used.

He bit the ballpoint pen and stared at the white paper, looked again and again, and finally ruled out the warehouse with strong security in the club.The society claims to be called Haimao Commercial Company, and the internal warehouse stores all extremely important things, such as the flow of funds within the group, and the ledgers on the bright side and the dark side.These things are far more valuable than a truckload of goods. Based on the principle that all eggs in one basket will break, he feels that the remote large warehouse in the sparsely populated area in the eastern suburbs is more likely.

He thought, tonight, he could use entertainment as an excuse to visit this warehouse at night.

For convenience, he wore a black sportswear, a hoodie, and a black mask to cover half of his face. He borrowed a Santana and drove to the warehouse in the East District at three o'clock in the middle of the night. The car parked in the jungle.

He had scouted the warehouse in advance, and there was only one main entrance, which would be locked at night, but two people would stay in the warehouse to watch the night.

main entrance...

Definitely can't get in.

Fortunately, there was an air vent at the back of the warehouse. He bent over there, looked up and carefully observed the terrain, only to see that the bare concrete wall was almost useless.He rubbed his hands resentfully, leaped vigorously, reached the vent with his bare hands, and hung his whole body on the wall like a salted fish.

He secretly took a deep breath, stepped on the wall with his legs and kicked up, passed through the gap of the ventilation fan with his hands, and poked in inch by inch until he could touch the wall inside.He supported it with one hand, and took out a small screwdriver from the interlayer of the hat next to his ear with one free hand, unscrewed the screw of the ventilation fan bit by bit, carefully removed it and threw it into the grass.

He looked up and down the small air vent, sighing secretly that he was still thin and wouldn't get stuck here.

He landed softly, patted the dust on his body in distaste, took out a small flashlight from his arms and turned on the weakest light, and could hear snores coming from the humble room next to the warehouse door.

After Chen Ting made sure that the two night watchmen were asleep, he unpacked the cartons and took off the mask with confidence. He held a small flashlight in his mouth so that he could move his hands easily.

Dang first found the hardcover box of red wine F, opened a bottle, poured a little liquid into a small test bottle, and put it in his arms.

When putting the red wine back intact, he glanced at the cold light of the flashlight, and he saw a box of alcoholic drinks written in unintelligible Thai characters on the red wine box. He just looked at the familiar logo and opened it to read glance.

It was a box of neatly stacked coconut juice, exactly the same as the one Awei gave him before, and the one he drank at Brother Ten's house. An idea flashed in his mind, and then he denied it. The box was put back intact.

After going around and around, I went around the goods again, unpacked a few wines and took some quantities, and it took only 5 minutes before and after.He seized the time to climb out of the vent again, not forgetting to put the old fan back on.

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In the early morning, Mong Kok Street was still quiet.

An old woman who seemed to be getting old opened the shutter door of the bean milk tea shop tremblingly, took a breath of cold air and stomped her feet, hurried back to the house and put on a thick dress, poured a cup of hot tea and sat in front of the counter to eat the steaming hot tea. Chicken cakes came out.

On such a quiet and ordinary morning, a young man who seemed to be running in the morning, with white earphones plugged in his ears, a white towel hanging around his neck, and his head covered in fine sweat, ran to the door of this milk tea shop to hold his hand. He took a breath on his knees, wiped his sweat with a towel, walked slowly into the milk tea shop, sat in front of the table, slender fingers slid across the menu, and stopped on the milk tea column.

"Boss, I want a cup of mandarin duck."

"Okay." The old woman replied, and turned to grind the coffee.

"Grandma Liao, I want a cup too."

Hearing the sound, Chen Ting looked towards the door. The man was also dressed in morning exercise clothes, covered with morning light from head to toe, his expression was indeed unsmiling and gentle, with a cool feeling overflowing from the inside out.

Chen Jin glanced at him, took out two pieces of paper to wipe the sweat on his neck, and sat casually in front of the counter with his back to the door, sitting at the corner of the bar with him, and he could see the other side's profile without turning his head.

"Xiao Jin, it's early today."

"Grandma Liao, you are early too."

"Do you want to eat chicken cake?"

"No." A playful smile floated on Chen Jin's lips, "Give me fried carrot cake."

They are undercover agents, like an emperor whose emotions are not known to outsiders. People on the road only know that Brother Ting, who is under Brother Ten, has no special fondness for food.

Who knew that a person who could go out to socialize with Brother Ten and eat a table of Chongqing spicy hotpot without changing his face would actually not be able to eat spicy food at all.People who can eat three large pots of carrot cake during the Chinese New Year, at the club's annual meeting, only moved a few chopsticks to the plate on the table.

Soon the smell of the fried radish cake came over. This tempting smell hit the glutton in his stomach, swallowed pitifully, and gave Chen Jin a sneaky look. This man definitely did it on purpose. .

As time went by, the quiet road began to have more people, white-collar workers in the morning shift, and students in school.

Chen Ting thought, he must not wait until the fried radish cake is ready.

"Wen Wan went to that fitness center in the past few days, mostly on Saturdays and Sundays, from one to five in the afternoon, and left after staying for two hours."

Chen Ting lowered his head and took a sip of milk tea, and replied in a low voice, "This Saturday, Sister Yun will accompany Brother Ten to the gym. At two o'clock in the afternoon, I will find a chance for them to meet."

"At that time, the police will take an opportunity to create a little commotion."

Chen Ting frowned, "What do you want to do?"

Chen Jin looked at him, smiled without saying a word.

He suddenly understood.

Wang Dake has been on the road for so many years, there is always an enemy who wants to kill him. That day the police will create a chaos that looks like an assassination. Under the chaos, there is nothing more worrying than a relative who is placed at the enemy's gunpoint.

At that time, Sister Yun will definitely find a way to protect Wen Wan. The relationship between them is obvious.

Chen Ting secretly slandered that an old fox is an old fox, cunning and treacherous.