basketball craftsman

Chapter 114 Extra Story: The Forgotten Voice
In the bustling urban area, the building of Wancai Investment Company, the news of the final outcome of the North-South War made one person feel cold: Zhou Caisheng.In a rage, he kicked over the desk in front of him and smashed the potted plants and lamps beside him. The victory of the County College made him and Montblanc lose all their money: not only did they lose each other’s total of 1200 million U.S. dollars Bet, and not long ago, the Phoenix City Security and Defense Center (Phoenix City Police Department, the three general police departments) launched a series of investigations on him, regarding the black whistle incident in the winter league and his participation in illegal large-scale underground gambling games.

Zhou Caisheng knew that the fire could not be covered with paper, so he had to run away quickly. After hastily transferring his savings and property, he booked an express ticket to Shanghai Pudong at [-] pm. He knew clearly that it would be difficult for him to cause such a big hole. Re-based on the local.

"Where is Mr. Zhou going?"

When Zhou Caisheng just picked up his briefcase, there was a cold voice outside the office. Zhou Caisheng looked around and saw Montblanc entering the office, and suddenly he saw the enemy yelling: "Montblanc!!! You killed me so bitter!!"

"Hmph." Montblanc walked up to Zhou Caisheng empty-handed and said sarcastically, "Isn't it just a matter of 1000 million dollars? Is it worth mobilizing people like this? With the strength of your Zhou Caisheng and Wancai Investment Company, what is a mere 6000 million dollars?" ?right?"

Zhou Caisheng's eyes rolled when he heard Montblanc's words, what he said was unreasonable, 1000 million US dollars was not enough for him to go bankrupt, and the reason why he ran away was more about black whistle and gambling.Thinking of this, Zhou Caisheng put down the briefcase in his hand, walked slowly behind the desk and leaned on the chair, and said, "You are right, but Montblanc... because of you, my Zhou's 1000 million money was in vain. Do you have to express it?"

"Hahaha! Zhou Caisheng Zhou Caisheng." Montblanc turned around and laughed. Zhou Caisheng took the opportunity to find a high-end recording pen from the drawer and unscrew it behind the folder. Montblanc said, "Tell me, what compensation do you want!"

Zhou Caisheng rolled his eyes, leaned on the chair and crossed his fingers and said, "I, Zhou, have always been very interested in Montblanc's status in the local underground gambling industry. , What is the relationship between the personnel in this underground gambling game? The 1000 million dollar matter can be written off."

"I knew you would say that." Montblanc leaned comfortably on the sofa, crossed its legs, and began to introduce in detail the network of the underground gambling game in Fenghuang City. Zhou Caisheng heard many familiar names. It turned out that this gambling game involved many famous people on the ground. .

"Okay, okay!" Zhou Caisheng smiled triumphantly after listening to Montblanc's detailed introduction, "Montblanc, you are really a friend, I can get on your ship, and I would like to ask you for more introductions... Then I will go out early, please let me know if there is any news .”

"Mr. Zhou is in such a hurry." Montblanc lit a cigarette and said, "Where are you going?"

Zhou Caisheng pointed to the outside of the building with his briefcase and said, "I'm just doing something, it's nothing."

"Oh? That's right." Montblanc took out a pistol from his jacket pocket and said coldly, "I'm afraid you won't be able to go anywhere, hehe."

"You..." Zhou Caisheng was surprised to see Montblanc holding a gun in his hand, "Monblanc, what are you going to do?"

"What are you doing?" Montblanc walked towards Zhou Caisheng holding a pistol, "Zhou Caisheng, Zhou Caisheng, do you really think I don't know what you want to do? You want to go to the Public Security Bureau and confess us all, don't you?"

Zhou Caisheng saw that his behavior was revealed, he picked up the briefcase in his hand and threw it at Montblanc, and ran away!
"Son of a bitch!" Montblanc dodged the flying briefcase and immediately raised the pistol in his hand and shot towards the door. The bullet pierced through the glass door and shattered on the ground. Holding the recording pen as his own life-saving straw, he ran into the elevator and hurriedly pressed the bottom floor, leaning on the elevator to pant; now he has no way out, the only way to save his life is to surrender to the Public Security Bureau as soon as possible.

At the end of the elevator, Zhou Caisheng put a gun on his forehead as soon as he went out!

"Boss Zhou." The person in front of him was not Montblanc, but Zhou Caisheng was very surprised, "Where are you going?"

"Cheng... Boss Cheng..." Zhou Caisheng was so frightened that his legs became weak and he leaned on the elevator. The pistol in the stranger's hand was aimed at his forehead and it fired three bullets!

"Where are you running!!!"

Within a few seconds, Montblanc ran out of the corridor, and with a pistol in his hand, Montblanc rushed towards the opened elevator, "Zhou Caisheng, you are dead!"

"Yes, he is dead." The stranger took off his gloves and threw them into his arms with the suppressed pistol in his hand. He looked at Montblanc and said, "You will not live long."

"Boss Cheng?!" Montblanc was stunned by the scene in front of him. Zhou Caisheng had been beaten to death, pus and blood flowed all over the ground. Just when Montblanc didn't know why things happened like this, a bullet pierced through the back of his head. Head... With so many doubts that he couldn't understand, Montblanc fell into a pool of blood.

The elevator door closed slowly, and there was no more movement.

The Phoenix High School Basketball Winter League ended, Xiangshan Middle School missed the championship, and Lan Lie's departure brought the Xiangshan Middle School basketball team into a low ebb; Hua Linglan still doesn't know that Xiangshan Middle School is about to usher in an unprecedented great change...

Please look forward to the seventh volume of Basketball Craftsman (Evolution)

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