Ultimate Pawn

One p.m.

Qiu's Group, President's Office.

All day long, Qiu Yi people sat in the office, processing application documents.

I didn't even have time for lunch.

Time is in a hurry. Yesterday, I was assassinated.

At this time, her mood was still a little bit afraid and restless.

In order to avoid such things from happening again, she must submit the application as soon as possible and apply for official asylum.

All day long, she has been constantly collating information, listing all the evidence, all the information... and the core of the Project X project.

After several hours of sorting, she finally...finished the entire application data.

Sitting in front of the office, Qiu Yiren's beautiful eyes were complicated and solemn, and she thought about it for a long time.

Finally, she packed all the application materials and put them in a briefcase.

At this step, she must step out.

For project safety.

She can only abandon the overseas expansion plan of the Qiu Group.

Taking a deep breath, she picked up her briefcase and stepped on high heels... and walked out of the office quickly.

She came to the door of the security director's office next door and knocked gently on the door.

"Boom boom boom."

Qiu Yiren's beautiful eyes were calm and knocked softly on the door.

A few seconds later, in the office... there was an indifferent voice.

"Go in."

Qiu Yi's face was solemn and he opened the door.

As soon as I pushed the door and entered, there was a strong pungent smell of smoke in the office...instantly.

Qiu Yiren coughed a few times, she covered her mouth and tried her best to endure the strong smell of smoke.

"Sir, I want to go out, can you go with me?" Qiu Yiren asked cautiously.

Now, the entire Shanghai and Shanghai markets give her a feeling of crisis coming.

Yesterday, even such a terrifying overseas assassination of mercenaries...can sneak into Jiangnan.

Therefore, Qiu Yi is very vigilant now, hoping to bring Mr. Chen, so...she will feel a little more at ease.

After all, the terrifying skill of Mr. Chen is obvious to all. Yesterday, if it weren't for Mr. Chen's death to save her life, her consequences... I'm afraid it would be unimaginable...

"Oh." In the office, Chen Zongheng, who was lying on the chair, had his eyes calm and replied indifferently.

Then, he put down the feet on the table slowly.

Squeeze out the cigarette **** and get up.

Then he took out a soft Chinese and lit it again.

His addiction to cigarettes is really big.

It takes four packs of soft Chinese to smoke a day.

It seemed that every moment, every moment... he was smoking.

If he doesn't smoke for a moment, he is not used to it.

Smoking has almost become his daily habit.

Chen Zongheng just dangled his cigarette, calmly... and walked out of the office.

Qiu Yi's pretty face was complicated, and he hesitated for a moment, as if it was out of good intentions... I wanted to persuade him.

But in the end, she held it back.

For a senior smoker, even if she persuades, presumably... Mr. Chen may not listen.

Nicotine's control over humans is extremely strong.

Just like drug addiction, the accumulation of time...will form a terrible dependence. Cigarette dependence.

Therefore, there have always been so many smokers, it is difficult to quit cigarettes easily.

The two of them were silent, and walked into the elevator.

Take the elevator and go downstairs.

Inside the elevator, Chen Zongheng still dangling cigarettes, puffing out smoke rings.

It seems that he doesn't have the slightest intention of caring for the grand president beside him.

Even at this moment, the Qiu Yi people in the elevator have been slightly uncomfortable with the smell of smoke.

But Chen Zongheng was still indifferent and didn't care at all.

He Chen Zongheng does things and never cares about other people's ideas.

What's more, it's a woman.

In his eyes, women like magnetic animals...except for their weak strength and high body fat...In Chen Zongong's eyes, women...are almost the same as men.

It's just a walking skin.

No matter how exquisite and coquettish the dress is, no matter how gorgeous it is, it is nothing but flesh and blood, composed of hundreds of cells and skeletal muscles.

There is nothing more than the needs of the ‘opposite sex’.

However, for Chen Zongheng, he completely sealed off his most basic needs of the opposite **** deep in his heart.

Because he is a killer.

A killer device does not require emotion.

Feelings become a burden of becoming a killer.

When a killer suddenly develops a touch of emotion towards a person of the opposite sex, it is the day when the killer... is about to end.

Killer, no feelings are needed.

And, when faced with a terrorist attack, what kind of mentality does human beings have... to talk about love? Even talk about'sex'?

Drink enough food to think about yu.

The need for'sex' has been emotional for a long time... is based on the foundation of the peaceful age.

If a person is thrown on the battlefield filled with gunpowder...what kind of thoughts does he have...but consider the lower body?

This is the state of Chen Zongheng.

He is not a peaceful man.

He went in and out of the gunpowder battlefield, feeling the flames of life and death.

Even if it is now in peacetime.

But, as far as he is concerned, the surrounding area...every moment, there is a potential crisis.

One of his very guarded people, under his icy iceberg, is extremely resistant to everyone.

He is insecure.

Therefore, he does not need feelings!

The elevator descended all the way, with a ‘dingdong’.

Stopped on the first floor.

The elevator door opened slowly, and Qiu Yiren stepped out of the elevator door first.

Standing outside the door, she took a deep breath of fresh air.

The air without the smell of nicotine is really comfortable and pleasant.

Chen Zongzong was smoking a cigarette, his eyes were calm and indifferent, and he slowly walked out.

At the gate of Qiu's Building, the Mercedes-Benz team has been waiting for a long time.

Two rows of bodyguards, standing respectfully outside the door, are always on guard for the safety around them.

Qiu Yiren and Chen Zongheng walked straight out of the building.

The bodyguards stepped forward respectfully and opened the door of the Maybach car in the middle.

Qiu Yiren and Chen Zongong got into the rear doors on both sides of the Maybach respectively.

The bodyguards closed the door and looked around cautiously.

After confirming that there was nothing unusual, he boarded the car respectfully.

The Mercedes Benz fleet started slowly and drove away...

...

Along the way, the convoy drove quietly and smoothly on the streets.

Outside the car window, it was quiet, and the whole Shanghai and Shanghai markets... seemed to be shrouded in silence.

As if, like the calm before the storm is about to come.

Qiu Yiren and Chen Zongong sat in the car, and the two of them...between them, none of them spoke to each other.

Just sit quietly.

The atmosphere is a bit subtle.

Chen Zongheng's eyes were indifferent, and he sat calmly on the chair, faintly puffing out smoke rings.

As for Qiu Yiren, her eyes were complicated... Sitting aside, she didn't know what she was thinking about. Her thoughts are obviously very serious.

After half an hour.

After the Mercedes-Benz motorcade drove through the Shanghai Long Street, it finally stopped in front of a solemn building.

The bodyguards got out of the car first, looked around vigilantly, and found that there was no danger before they stepped forward and opened the door of the Maybach car for Mr. Qiu.

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