Universal system must die

Chapter 20, The Mysterious Dragon Group
The system invaded the network to query, and He Ming could actually see it in his mind.

It's like watching a video on a fast track, and the information of each guest flashes by.

In less than 10 minutes, the system screen was frozen on a guest information.

Martin, China salesman of Crowe Trade in the United States, room number 52, 302nd floor.

Of course, this is just one of Jackson's cover identities, and it's hard to say whether there will be a Crowe trade.

He Ming wondered, "This little boy is not the shooter!"

"The host's IQ is not enough. It's normal not to recognize him after makeup. Learn more from the system in the future."

He Ming really wanted to kick the system to death.

After Jackson escaped from the rooftop, he quickly found the power distribution room where the things were hidden, tore off his beard, took off his contact lenses, washed his face, and changed his clothes to become a young and handsome Martin.

Carrying his bag leisurely back to his room on the 52nd floor.

"FUCK!"

Jackson flicked his backpack, and his face immediately changed.

After taking out the phone and connecting it, he said in English: "Mission failed."

"Oh, Jackson, what the hell happened."

"Tom, how many times have I told you to call me Martin? My name is Martin Lewis now. If you make a mistake again, believe it or not, I will wring your neck."

"Well, my dear friend, you are very angry, tell me what happened, is it possible to continue the mission, and the employer agrees to add another hundred thousand dollars."

"It's gone. I'm not sure I'll get out of the way when I'm close to him. I can only do it after he leaves the country."

"It's a pity that the employer requires that it must be done. For a salary of 20 US dollars, I have to find someone else."

The phone was hung up, and Jackson was sullen all his life. He is not stupid if he has money but does not make money, but his instinct tells him that he must stop.

He believes in a sixth sense, which is the basis of his career and survival to this day.

"FUCK, FUCK..."

The bedroom was in a mess. After cursing for a while, Jackson went to wash his face, hoping to have a good dream at night.

He lived in a suite, and just fell asleep for a while, when a very slight sound came from outside, Jackson suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils constricted.

He quietly took out a pistol from under the pillow, opened the safety, and Jackson quietly hid behind the door.

It was He Ming who came in through the window outside. The moment Jackson opened his eyes, the system had already reminded him.

Well, as expected of a professional, much better than Luo Hu and those two guys.

Knocking on the bedroom door, He Ming said: "Martin, we just met on the rooftop, I already know your occupation, how about a deal with you?"

Jackson was taken aback, how did the other party find him, "Who are you and why did you find me."

"Have you ever heard of the dragon group? You are already under our surveillance, and I played a little joke with you on the rooftop."

He Ming is pretending, he thinks it's cool.

"Dragon group? Aren't they all deceiving people in the Internet, don't try to lie to me."

"Hehe, so is the author of this book. But I came here with sincerity, otherwise I wouldn't be here alone, and I will return you as a sincerity gun."

Jackson twisted open the door ten centimeters, only to see something thrown in, and he immediately closed the door tightly.

But the landing sound was wrong.

"FUCK, what is it, it stinks... Ouch!"

thump!
He Ming sat on the sofa outside, poured himself a glass of wine, and took a leisurely sip.

The door of the room was closed, and the stench was still getting stronger and stronger.

"Fuck, if you play too big, he won't die!"

He Ming opened all the doors and windows. After more than half an hour, the smell gradually dissipated, and he walked into the bedroom.

Jackson was lying on the ground, and his identity was unknown. The dirt on the ground was obvious, and occasionally his trembling body could be seen.

Walk over to pick up the gun, throw it to the system mall to get [-] coins, not bad.

A dagger was found from his body. It was cold to the touch, but extremely warm to shake. It was made of unknown material, but it looked average.

Throw it to the system mall, and suddenly [-] mall coins pop out.

What the hell!

Twenty thousand for a dagger?
The conversion of 20 mall currency into cash is to add a zero, which is equal to [-] cash.

He Ming felt a little regretful, the system would not give so much for no reason, the material must be special.

Jackson didn't bring much cash, but he did have an unsecured payment card.

After a long time, Jackson woke up slowly, weak and weak.

He was attracted by a burst of tangy aroma, and he was almost disgusted to death by the filth around him when he got up.

Not caring about anything else, he rushed to the bathroom to wash himself off, changed into a bathrobe and walked out of the bedroom, stunned for a moment.

In the living room, there was a bottle of red wine, two goblets, and exquisite meals on the table.

Sea cucumbers, shark fins, bird's nests...and that's Aolong, right?

Can he eat it all by himself?

He Ming is like a master, wearing a napkin and holding a knife and fork to enjoy the food and wine comfortably.

Seeing him come out, He Ming raised his wine glass, "It tastes good, would you like a drink?"

"FUCK, this is my house, you thief."

"NO, this is a hotel."

Jackson had the urge to lift the table, and the other party had nothing to worry about, obviously Browning was in his hands.

After vomiting, his stomach was full of hunger, and Jackson didn't care about it. He stepped on the stool and poured wine for himself first, picked up the roasted goose leg with honey sauce, and bit it down.

good to eat!

After eating the roasted goose leg, I picked up the caviar and dipped it into the foie gras to eat, and my eyes were quickly attracted to a plate of abalone.

The table is full of expensive food and beverages. Jackson is a knowledgeable person, and it may not be enough without a base of 10,000+.

"Tell me what you want me to do."

Picking his teeth, Jackson lay on the sofa.

He figured it out, if the other party wanted to kill him, he wouldn't keep him until now. Now that he was entertained with good wine and meat, he probably wanted something from himself.

"You are smart and courageous enough."

He Ming took out Tu San'er Shun's photo of Ma Ling, "This man is the general manager of a jewelry store opposite the hotel. I'll give you two days to kill him, and I'll return the gun to you."

Jackson took the photo, looked at it for a while and nodded, "For the sake of this meal, I will be your friend."

After He Ming had eaten and drank enough, he wiped the corners of his mouth like a gentleman and said calmly: "You're welcome, I paid with your card. After all, I just made a call to order food."

+1 Rage contribution from Jackson.

"My card..."

Jackson's heart was turbulent, but he didn't do anything after thinking about it. The other party's method was too weird. Thinking of the taste, he just felt full and wanted to vomit.

"Jackson, I like you, come on."

He Ming stood up gracefully and left the door.

How does he know my name?
Jackson was extremely scared, could he really be a mysterious dragon group? His back was soaked with cold sweat, and he could not help but shudder when the wind blew.

"Host, your shameless performance has once again refreshed the system's outlook."

He Ming ignored the system, and when he left the hotel, he remembered that there were three more lucky draws.

"Dog system, lottery."

The dial pointer stops and the question mark icon turns into a mallet.

MMP's dog system, do you want me to beat you to death with a mallet?

Again.

The second result slowly appeared, a bottle of milk that was thick and refreshing.

For the third lottery draw, the pointer stopped, the question mark disappeared and suddenly a white light flashed.

He Ming was a little excited, the unarmed joint technique that flashed the green light last time was very useful.

A white light flashed, and several large characters appeared on the interface.

——Lucky lottery +1 (one-time props must be green or above).

Fuck, dog system, you did it on purpose!
The number of draws is gone. Give me a draw to increase my luck. What the hell are you doing now?

　The signing status has been changed a few days ago, I forgot to tell everyone, please rest assured to collect.It seems that there is an investment or something, do you understand?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)