Starting from floating in Hong Kong

Chapter 80 Do you want to be a boss
Late at night, outside Elizabeth Hospital.

A gray van hides in the darkness on the side of the highway.

Sitting in the car was a man in his thirties, with a stubbled face and a scar above the brow bone, which almost cut off his eyebrows.

A faint red light flashed from time to time in the dim compartment, and the strong smell of tobacco permeated the air.

There was still no movement in the hospital, which made him a little anxious.

If you get it, it should be out by now.

Even if it fails, it won't be so quiet, there must be some movement.

His name is Sanggou, and he has been in this business for seven or eight years.

I have always collected money to do things, and the efficiency is very high, and I never ask the employer for information.

Because he firmly believes that only by following the rules can he do it for a long time.

The price for this business today was very high, and the boss accepted the order without any hesitation, and asked him to come out and watch.

After a few minutes, he opened the door and got out of the car, threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stamped it out with his foot.

Looking up at the hospital, he hesitated whether to leave or stay.

Suddenly, in the dark night, a pistol was silently pressed against the back of his head.

He was startled, and felt his whole body was icy cold.

I have been a killer for many years, but I don't even know when someone touches my back.

It’s over.

Either the enemy or the police.

It is possible that the bullet will shoot through the head in the next second, or the other party will put handcuffs on himself.

He froze, and then what happened left him bewildered.

The opponent's arm went over his shoulder, holding a grenade in his hand.

"Hold it." A deep voice came from behind, "Close your hands tightly."

The mourning dog took the grenade into his hand in silence, and then his hands were tied up with tape a few times.

Then, he watched helplessly as the pull ring on it was pulled off.

A thing similar to a tactical chest strap was put on the neck, and then the chest, abdomen and back tightened, and the straps tied it firmly to the body.

The mourning dog looked down and found that it was covered with cylindrical explosive cartridges, and a call machine was attached to it, constantly flashing red light.

He burst into cold sweat at the time, what the hell is this?
The mourning dog has been in the rivers and lakes for many years, and I have never seen any ruthless people, but this is the first time I have seen someone who tied explosives to people without saying a word.

"Friend, which road is it on?" Sanggou asked calmly.

"A small business, how about you?"

"Receive money and do things for others."

The other party turned to the face of the mourning dog, revealing a stern and ferocious face, with a cold light in his eyes, "What do you call it?"

"Big dog, everyone save face and call Brother Gou."

"My name is Wang Ying, a nobody."

"I don't know what to offend?" Sanggou looked at the other person's face and felt a little panicked.

"It's okay, I just want to chat with you." Qin Yi looked at the mourning dog expressionlessly, "Is your business doing well, is it hard work, and how is your income?"

The corner of Sanggou's mouth twitched a few times, and he squeezed out a smile, "Brother, if you have any difficulties, just ask, are you short of money? Just a word?"

"I'm not short of money." Qin Yi looked directly at the mourning dog, and said coldly, "I'm just interested in your line of business, and I'm going to investigate and cross over to a different world."

"We just sell our lives for money, brother, are you interested in this?"

"How much is it to kill that one in the hospital?"

"..."

Qin Yi patted the mourning dog on the shoulder, "This thing is called a bomb vest, with ten kilograms of Semding explosives hanging on it, timing and detonating by remote control, it is absolutely guaranteed that no one will find you."

The body of the mourning dog was trembling slightly, "We only received 100 million yuan, and we don't know anything else."

"The one lying in the hospital is my boss."

"..."

Qin Yi slapped Sanggou on the face.

The slapped dog's eyes were staring, his ears were buzzing, and some salty liquid flowed out of his mouth.

The mourning dog who hadn't slowed down saw the opponent raised the detonator in his hand, and immediately panicked.

"Calm down, friend, we're just doing things for money..."

Qin Yi slapped again.

"I'm very angry now!" Qin Yi slapped Sanggou's face viciously.

"Do you know what you guys did, huh?!"

Qin Yi slapped the mourning dog with blood from his mouth and nose, and fell to the ground unsteadily.

"Yesterday our brothers did a business, but something went wrong. The [-] million banknotes went missing, and the only survivor at the scene was still lying in the hospital." Qin Yi stepped on the head of the mourning dog, and crushed it vigorously. "Five billion!"

"You killed him, where can I find [-] million! You pay me back!"

[-] million? !
Sanggou's head exploded at once, what is the concept of [-] million.

He didn't even realize how many zeros [-] million was.

Several photos were scattered in front of Sanggou's eyes, Qin Yi picked up one and held it in front of his eyes, "Look at this person clearly! Is this the one you want to kill?"

The mourning dog squinted his eyes and carefully identified it under the dim streetlights.

The person in the photo matched, it was indeed their target, Zhang Zihao.

In the photo, Zhang Zihao was in high spirits, with a cigar in one hand and a handful of banknotes in the other, with an expression of complacency overflowing.

This is not the point, the point is that Zhang Zihao is sitting in a room full of banknotes, and those banknotes are piled up like a hill.

Full of banknotes!

Sanggou's eyes straightened instantly, and he instantly understood what Wang Ying did.

If he lost [-] million yuan, let alone tying explosives, he would dare to blow up the Governor's Mansion.

"Wait a minute, Brother Ying, right?" Sanggou said hard, "Calm down, this matter can be saved, I can call back my men..."

"It's too late." Qin Yi snorted coldly, "Your subordinates are broken."

"It's broken..." Sanggou was a little confused, "Why did it break..."

"What? Are you upset that my boss didn't die?"

"No, no!" The mourning dog shook his head hastily.

Qin Yi looked him up and down, and suddenly asked, "How do you split a business?"

"The broker gets [-]%, and the boss gets [-]%."

"What about the rest?"

"I get [-]%, and those who do it get [-]%."

Qin Yi suddenly slapped Sanggou on the face again, "It's only TM20, what are you doing with your life, say! Why don't you become a robber?"

This slap stunned the dog, how many years have I been a killer, you ask me why I am not a robber?
Did the robbers do that work?
Not to mention how much time it takes from stepping on the spot to doing it, you will have to fight with armed guards and police at every turn, or you will be broken on the spot.

Even if it is successful, the value of a single case is only a few million.

When it comes to the hands of the dealers who sell the stolen goods, they have to give two or three discounts, and it doesn't matter how many people divide them.

And after making a vote, they often have to run and hide for a while.

In contrast, the project of killing people is short, flat and fast.

Their targets are often single individuals, and they are convenient and secretive.

Kill him with one shot, go back and collect the money and it's over.

Qin Yi squatted down, looking down at the mourning dog lying on the ground with cold eyes, "Do you want to get rich?"

Nonsense, who wouldn't want to.

"Do you want to be a boss?"

The mourning dog hesitated, he didn't know what the man in front of him meant.

"Take me to see your boss, I want to talk to him."

(End of this chapter)