Rebirth 90: I changed my fate by winning the lottery

Qi Zan originally wanted to take Meng Suo to join them. With the protection of the embassy, ​​his safety would naturally be taken care of. Unfortunately, Meng Suo refused. Even these people didn't know his identity.

Zhou Lang has been exposed. If he still has a chance to hide, he will definitely not give up. Fortunately, the little brat is the only one in Zhanta who knows what he looks like.

Qi Zan was already suspicious of him, and when he saw that he refused, he did not force him, but he asked a very crucial question now.

"The domestic police will send special police to protect their safety. The most difficult problem now is that we don't know where they are being held. Do you know?"

Meng Suo was tired and sighed. Their superior had contacted him and asked him this question before, but unfortunately he was not very clear about the base camp of Zhanta.

And even if Zhou Lang didn't know before this, it can be seen that Zhan Ta didn't really trust Zhou Lang. In the end, Zhou Lang worked for Zhan Ta for several years for nothing, but he didn't get as much trust as that little brat.

Moreover, followers like Zhou Lang and Khun Sa who collect protection fees and act as thugs are all on the periphery of the organization. Although they are small leaders with several younger brothers under them, they have no real access to the core things of Zhanta.

Zhou Lang sneaked in alone at that time, and the hardships and difficulties he experienced there were simply indescribable.

But, little brat...

Meng Suo touched his stubble, as if he had a way to find out where they were.

Meng Suo sneaked back to the door of his small clinic and observed for a long time before he found that the man from Zhan Ta was no longer there. He didn't know whether he had gone out to look for him or had already returned.

So he felt more relieved, turned around and crossed the alley to a dilapidated residential area. He found the yellow gauze scarf and wrapped his facial features tightly, so that no one would be able to recognize him.

At least he thought so.

Meng Suo groped his way into a shabby house, pushed the door open and slipped in sideways. After a while, he walked out of the door with a child under his arm.

The little boy's mouth was stuffed tightly with socks by Meng Suo, and his hands were tied, so he couldn't shout or ask for help at all.

In addition, it was broad daylight and the weather was hot here, and there were few people walking on the street, so Meng Suo took the person away openly.

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Because Santi Prawan said that he wanted to "play" with Zhou Lang for two more days and had someone watch him so that he wouldn't die, Ding Mo saw someone feed Zhou Lang, who was thrown aside, water and sprinkle some medicine powder on his wound, which was probably able to reduce inflammation and stop bleeding. Anyway, when the medicine powder was sprinkled on Zhou Lang, the people who had fainted were awakened by the pain.

Ding Mo felt very distressed, but she was being forced to show Santi Prawan what cultural relic restoration is. Ding Mo could only wipe her tears and swing the small brush in her hand.

Santi Prawan watched the master and disciple tinkering there for a while, but soon felt sleepy. He asked his men to make a temporary bed for him and then he ran over and fell into a deep sleep.

Archaeological work is boring and you can’t read it without some patience.

Professor Li saw that the big devil had left, so he dared to say a few words to Ding Mo: "The source of these things is really not simple."

Although Ding Mo knew that this was probably a batch of bronze artifacts of great historical value, she didn't know exactly what was so special about them. She had just finished her sophomore year and couldn't tell. However, every time Professor Li touched this pile of things, his face turned pale, and Ding Mo didn't quite know the reason.

"The only ancient tomb from the Western Zhou Dynasty that is currently being excavated is in Province S, and it seems that three archaeological teams are working together on it," said Professor Li.

Ding Mo didn't understand what he meant, so he leaned over and asked quietly, "So where do you suspect these cultural relics came from? But the scale of this batch of cultural relics is too large, and it's impossible for three archaeological teams to have the opportunity to steal so many."

Professor Li nodded. "It's possible that they stole the artifacts one by one and then transported them all here. It's also possible that they tampered with the artifacts while transporting them. If I could leave here now, I would definitely report them to the State Administration of Cultural Heritage for this kind of embezzlement."

Ding Mo sighed: "Well, even if we can get out, the problem is that you don't have any evidence to report others. At most, you have found a clue."

Professor Li also sighed heavily: "Alas!"

At this time, Zhan Ta quietly moved to Ding Mo's side, holding the laptop in his hand: "Ms. Ding, we agreed to transfer the money today. It was delayed by the guests before. Now it seems that you can continue."

Ding Mo: ...

Santi Prawan was so crazy that she forgot that she had to deal with Zhanta. She could take this opportunity to see if there was any response from the computer.

Ding Mo took the computer from him and checked it. The stock trading software she had used previously had already indicated that her stock transaction was successful.

At this moment, Ding Mo seemed as if he had been hit by the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. He had internal injuries all over and was about to vomit blood.

Zhanta asked: "Was the previous operation successful?"

Ding Mo: "It's successful. I will transfer the money to you now. Give me the account."

Zhanta was also very happy when he heard this, and quickly turned around and asked his men to bring him the account information. He knew how complicated it was to transfer money through Huaguo Bank, so he naturally prepared a bunch of domestic accounts early on, and then slowly laundered the money bit by bit.

When he turned his head to speak, Ding Mo quietly pressed a few keys with her fingers, opened the QQ chat window, and confirmed at first glance whether their video was still going on.

When she saw the communication duration showed 76 hours, she instantly felt a lot of hope. As long as the video was not interrupted, she didn't believe that Wang Xiaowei would do nothing!

Soon, a string of messages appeared on QQ: "Rescue is coming soon, hold on."

Then there was another one: "Please help us hold back Santi Prawan."

When Ding Mo saw these two messages pop up, he quickly hid the QQ interface.

Zhan Ta just turned around at this time and handed her a piece of paper.

Ding Mo's breathing stopped briefly again.

Now she had to find a way to prevent the transaction from going ahead. They had been notified that someone was coming to rescue them. If they couldn't keep their stocks, at least they could keep their money, right?

Ding? The miser? Smart? Mo came online again. This time, he opened a browser in front of Zhan Ta and started searching for the websites of domestic banks.

Ding Mo watched the little globe on the web page spinning for a long time.

A few minutes later, a prompt appeared: There is a network security problem and the connection cannot be made.

Ding Mo stared at the computer: ...

Zhanta stared at the computer: …

[Sun Yingsha and Fan Zhendong will definitely win! Hahaha, I'm going to watch the game after updating! ]