Song Yuzhang

Shen Chengduo insisted on coming to Vienna the next day with his injuries. He talked and laughed happily, and the guests who came to Vienna carelessly talked about the accidental shooting on the street yesterday.

There were not many customers during the day, Shen Chengduo boasted a lot, and then recruited a waiter to help him go.

The waiter with delicate features was a newcomer in the store, Shen Chengduo leaned on him with a smile, stroked his smooth face with his fingers, and bit his ear with a lewd expression, but his tone was solemn, "Are there any more eyes out there today? "

The waiter raised his head and said in a low voice: "It's the same, there are no newcomers."

"Is there any movement in the Meng family?"

"No, Director Liao went to Meng's house."

Shen Chengduo entered the room, and slipped his hand off the waiter's shoulder, "Inquiring about the news, didn't you disturb the Meng family?"

"No, we didn't send anyone to follow, and we didn't send anyone to watch. It was mentioned by the driver next to Chief Liao. We didn't hide it from anyone. It's not a secret itinerary."

Shen Chengduo nodded slightly, now is the critical moment, no mistakes can be made.

He could guess why Liao Tiandong was looking for Meng Tingjing, but he also saw that Zhang Changshan was going to harm Haizhou and wanted to ask Meng Tingjing to do it.

Will Meng Tingjing take care of it?

Meng Tingjing half a year ago might have taken care of it, but now Meng Tingjing is hard to say.

Shen Chengduo saw that he didn't care about anything, he just went crazy indefinitely.

Just as he was thinking about it, the waiter knocked on the door and came in, saying that people from the Meng family came over suddenly and smashed the outside.

Shen Chengduo was angry at first, and then suppressed his anger and said: "Let him go."

He just rejected Meng Tingjing's invitation a few days ago, so it's strange that Meng Tingjing didn't vent his anger on him.

While holding a cigarette, Shen Chengduo cursed to himself, "Crazy!"

Such Meng Tingjing can take care of things?Liao Tiandong begged the wrong person!

After Shen Chengduo finished smoking, he went downstairs from the secret room of his small room and entered the basement.

The basement is extremely concealed. It was originally built as an air-raid shelter. Before the bombing, the air-raid shelter became a small cell.

Shen Chengduo found that Song Yuzhang was really a strange person. He said that stinky men are stinky men, but he hasn't washed his body for a few days. Song Yuzhang's body is not smelly at all. The two of them are very close through the railing. Shen Chengduo can only smell the cigarettes and alcohol on his body The smell, the same cigarette, the same wine, Song Yuzhang smoked and drank, and the smell was not bad.

While marveling in his heart, Shen Chengduo lowered his voice and said to Song Yuzhang: "Brother Song, thank you for your hard work."

Song Yuzhang calmly said, "When will you let me go?"

Shen Chengduo hesitated for a moment, and said, "Hurry up, in two days."

Fu Mian was haunted by ghosts, so he no longer sent anyone to look for him, he just had to surround his territory with an iron bucket.

With a gun to his head, he survived. He couldn't go to Fu Mian. He searched too much, and raised suspicion. Anyway, Zhang Changshan was at the bank. Fu Mian would always go to the bank if he wanted to find Zhang Changshan. The sky is about to run.

So, that's two days.

Song Yuzhang leaned against the iron railing, he keenly sensed an unusual aura, and asked abruptly, "What happened outside?"

Shen Chengduo thought for a while, and simply said: "Zhang Changshan wants to run."

"Want to run?"

"He's going crazy," Shen Chengduo laughed, didn't say the whole thing, just lowered his voice, "Brother Song, I don't mean anything to you, I hope you can understand, people don't kill themselves."

Song Yuzhang was silent for a moment, and said: "Leave Fengxian alive, he has become dumb and can't speak, give him some money, and send him to a safe place to live."

Shen Chengduo was shocked. He admitted that what he said just now was just a nice way to deceive Song Yuzhang. Once the matter was over, the best solution was to kill Song Yuzhang. If Song Yuzhang had not been handed over to Fu Mian alive, there might not be such a thing. Many future troubles.

The dead Song Yuzhang is the most reassuring Song Yuzhang.

Shen Chengduo, who was told what was wrong, lowered his head and said, "Be a friend, I will help you achieve your wish."

Hearing that he was going to put gold on his face at this time, Song Yuzhang couldn't help but smiled softly.

Shen Chengduo blushed with embarrassment at his laughter, and the looming lust was completely extinguished.

He often feels good about himself, but at this time, he also feels that he is indeed not worthy of Song Yuzhang.

Back then, when he and Song Yuzhang met for the first time, Song Yuzhang was protecting the actor.

At that time, Song Yuzhang was considered powerful and powerful, so it was no big deal to protect an actor, since he himself had fallen into the status of a prisoner, life and death were at stake, so he still wanted to protect an actor.

Shen Chengduo cupped his hands slightly, "Brother Song, I admire you."

Song Yuzhang stood indifferently, and Shen Chengduo couldn't tell whether the expression on his face was calm or resignation, but his mood was very excited, a kind of excitement of success or benevolence.

Zhang Changshan absorbed funds from Haizhou people like a glutton, and finally completed it on the night of November [-]th. He didn't close his eyes for almost three days and three nights. The people upstairs and downstairs in the bank were all his confidantes transferred from Nancheng. , all of them are top players.

"Is the car ready?" Zhang Changshan said hoarsely.

"Ready."

Zhang Changshan decided not to go by plane. He stayed in the bank all the time, not thinking about it or caring about anything else. He knew that his behavior was a change, and he didn't hide it from Shen Chengduo. He also understands that Liao Tiandong must be in a hurry, but Liao Tiandong can't stop him in a hurry, it's just a wall for some reason, now Haizhou has no wall to back him up.

Zhang Changshan turned around and checked the suitcases one by one.

He is a man who loves money very much, but his eyes flicked over those banknotes and gold, but he didn't stop at a single bit. He only thought about one thing - to go back to Nancheng and save Zhang Changyuan with money.

He really regretted it, he regretted that he had seen too much filth all the way, so he devoted himself to protecting his younger brother, and even raised him to be an idealist through and through.

Idealists die early in this era, Zhang Changshan would rather Zhang Changyuan live a dirty life than see Zhang Changyuan dedicate his life to those shitty ideals!

After checking all the suitcases, Zhang Changshan ordered the people around him: "Check it up and down, if there is no problem, leave immediately!"

"Yes!"

The main entrance of the bank has long been closed, and the huge bank is silent, except for the sound of people's footsteps bouncing up and down.

Zhang Changshan guarded the pile of suitcases, holding a gun in his hand, waiting tensely.

At the same time, the lights in Meng's house were brightly lit. Meng Tingjing was not wearing a long robe. He was wearing a snow-white shirt, and he was sticking a gun to his waist belt. Arm yourself.

Liao Tiandong's communication skills in Nancheng were not in vain, two of Zhang Changshan's confidantes had already established friendship with him in Nancheng, and Liao Tiandong had been notified in advance that Zhang Changshan was leaving tonight.

With such a good opportunity and so much money, it will definitely be a fierce battle tonight. The person who hides Song Yuzhang should bring Song Yuzhang out, otherwise it is worthless to hide Song Yuzhang. If the person who hides Song Yuzhang is Zhang Changshan, then Zhang Changshan It is even more impossible to leave.

"Everyone check their guns," Meng Tingjing said while picking up another gun on the table, and quickly "clicked" the slide, "Be careful, don't make any mistakes."

"Yes."

After everyone checked, Meng Tingjing put on a dark coat and waved forward, "Let's go."

"I'll go as well--"

Liu Chu suddenly rushed out from the side. He has been hiding in Meng's house for recuperation for the past two days. He is still thin, but his spirit is much better. The scar on his face turned red with excitement, "Boss Meng, take me! I Go too!"

Meng Tingjing glanced over, and Liu Chuanzong was standing not far away, bent over and panting, his eyes were melancholy but resolutely fixed on Liu Chu, presumably there was no way to stop Liu Chu.

Meng Tingjing looked away, reached out and stroked Liu Chu's hair vigorously, and said concisely: "Then follow."

"The car downstairs in the bank is already warming up, so it's probably time to leave soon."

Shen Chengduo's eyes lit up, he stood up abruptly, and sat down slowly after a while, "Don't worry, wait a little longer."

Zhang Changshan was sitting in the office, with bright lights shining on his body, he almost felt warm, the blood in his body became hot little by little during the long torment.

Some strange aura in the slightly cold autumn air stimulated his peripheral nerves. Zhang Changshan suddenly stood up. He held a gun in his hand, and slightly moved his palm forward. The two followers beside him also stood up. Gather up.

Zhang Changshan stuck the person behind the door and listened carefully to the movement outside the door.

The footsteps outside the door were orderly, and it should be the order to carry out the inspection.

The highest bank is on the fourth floor, the lobby on the first floor, the office on the second floor, the treasury on the third floor, and the president's office on the fourth floor, with a gilded spire for decoration.

The entourage checked the passage connecting the office on the second floor to the first floor. He walked down unhurriedly, and suddenly felt as if there was a wind blowing behind him.

When he turned around, there was a sudden pain in his neck.

Fu Mian tightly covered the man's mouth, and cut the man's throat neatly, with a flick of his palm, he turned the corpse together with the spurted blood out of the window beside him without a sound.

His movements were extremely fast and precise, as if he had rehearsed countless times without splashing a drop of blood on his body. He wiped the blood from the knife on the thick leaves of the plant beside him, and Fu Mian opened the room casually with the knife in his hand. The door of the office, after finding a suitable location, he took out the gun strapped to his leg.

The sound of the body falling on the second floor caught the attention of the inspectors on the first floor. They hurried up with their guns in hand, but they didn't notice that the glass door of the dark office at the corner was half opened, and there was a gun muzzle sticking out of it.

Zhang Changshan heard the gunshots, his eyes froze, and he made a gesture, and the two people in the office went out immediately.

Zhang Changshan held the gun by himself, walked quickly to the phone, and dialed the number quickly, "Hello? Yes, stop fucking nonsense! I don't care where you are, and send someone to the bank to help immediately! There is an accident at the bank!"

"Okay, okay, right now."

Liao Tiandong hung up the phone, and then said to Meng Tingjing who was waiting beside him, "He asked me to bring someone to help."

Meng Tingjing said lightly: "Then we will go to support."

Picking up the black and white police cap at the side, Meng Tingjing put on the cap, hid a pair of bright eyes in it, and said to the general and Liu Chu, "Get in the car."

"The police car from the patrol room is dispatched."

Shen Chengduo stood up again, this time he resolutely said: "Quick, we must be ahead of them!"

The gunshots were extremely loud and ear-piercing in the silent bank, "Boom-boom-boom-"

Zhang Changshan counted the gunshots.

A total of six shots in a row, and soon, the situation did not seem intense.

There are about thirty entourages in the bank, all of whom are really good hands.

Fu Mian groped in the dark to change magazines under the desk in the office.

The sound of footsteps outside gradually approached, and after changing the magazine, he dodged calmly and stood up directly, and fired three shots without hesitation.

The three people who entered the office in the dark immediately fell to the ground.

These people make a living by killing people, and he is the same. Unfortunately, he is more determined than these people. They are for money, for profit, and he is for hatred.

Hate is the best nourishment.

Zhang Changshan waited upstairs with bated breath, there was still little movement downstairs, gunshots rang out from time to time, it didn't sound dense, it was always very crisp and fast.

Zhang Changshan is not a brat who doesn't know anything, he thought, he has met a master.

Feeling that there was almost no sound downstairs, he squeezed the gun tightly, and said, "Brother, where is it? How much will he offer, what conditions should you ask, I can discuss this!"

As soon as the words fell, gunshots rang out, and the lock on the door came loose.

Zhang Changshan took a deep breath, turned around and was about to shoot, the person at the door shot him in the face, Zhang Changshan's arm hurt, the gun in his hand flew out, and at the same time he was kicked hard in the stomach.

Zhang Changshan fell on his back on the sofa, his chest was trampled by a muddy leather shoe covered in grass chips. Zhang Changshan endured the severe pain and raised his head to open his eyes. Fu Mian was staring at him coldly. Tilting his chin obliquely, "Where is he?"