Mysterious Recovery

Yang Jian handed over the choice to Wang Xiaoming.

Since this Professor Bruce Pi is so understanding and selfless, then he must know what to do.

As long as he killed Wu Yue, Yang Jian was convinced that the deletion of the files was for the sake of the overall situation, without any trace of personal lust. In this case, he could barely forgive.

If you can't do it.

It was just a perfunctory lie, Yang Jian would not hesitate to use the power of a ghost to solve Wang Xiaoming with his own hands.

So, now that the gun is in Wang Xiaoming's hands, what will he do?

Yang Jian is looking forward to it.

now.

Zhao Jianguo was silent, and Li Jun, the commander of the special forces, did not speak.

they know.

This is a deal.

Use the life of an ordinary person in exchange for an Interpol for the country.

Wang Xiaoming looked at the pistol in front of him, and then at Wu Yue on the side.

"Wang, Professor Wang, don't listen to Yang Jian's nonsense. He is killing someone with a knife. Even if he kills me, he will not necessarily join Interpol. Moreover, I have made a great contribution to the company, whether it is to maintain the experiment. The capital operation of the room is still in the acquisition of Li Gui..."

At this moment, Wu Yue panicked.

Others don't know Wang Xiaoming's character, but he knows it very well.

For the sake of the world, in order to be able to solve the ever-increasing spiritual events, he can do anything, including...killing himself.

"Wu Yue, you don’t need to say more, the value of Yang Jian is indeed more important than you. Without the company, you can change to a general manager, but without Yang Jian, one less person will be responsible for the supernatural events in Dachang City, and a supernatural thing. You know the average loss behind the incident."

Wang Xiaoming stretched out his hand and picked up the pistol and stood up: "So, your value is far inferior to him. Now I hope you will sacrifice."

"I will raise your wife and daughter, and you have no worries."

"Bang~!"

The gunfire sounded.

Wang Xiaoming shot Wu Yue without hesitation.

But Wu Yue directly hugged his head in fright, and was lucky to escape the shot.

"Run~!"

At this moment, Wu Yue was about to collapse, and he was crawling madly about to escape.

"Death is lighter than a feather, and heavier than Taishan. Everyone has a time to sacrifice. Now it's your turn. You shouldn't run, so you will only suffer more."

"Bang~!"

A scream sounded, Wu Yue didn't know where he was hit, and he staggered and fell to the ground.

Wang Xiaoming walked over with the gun and pointed it at his head. There was no so-called intolerance on his face, only a kind of consciousness.

A kind of consciousness that he would not hesitate to kill people with his own hands for the sake of righteousness.

"Wait, wait a minute, Professor Wang, do you still remember that I asked you to take care of you? Your wife or I introduced it..." Wu Yue's face was sweaty and trembling, he held his hands and carried Pleaded.

"Bang~!"

The words were not finished yet, the third shot was shot.

Wu Yue fell in a pool of blood, his body still twitching constantly, and the vitality of the boss with his eyes open was quickly disappearing.

soon.

There was a corpse gradually freezing on the ground.

Wu Yue is dead.

From beginning to end, Li Jun, the captain of the special forces and Zhao Jianguo, the captain of the Interpol, watched this happen.

They did not stop.

Although they all have this ability.

This is different from Yang Jian's murder in the beginning. It was shot by Wang Xiaoming, and the result was the best for everyone.

Yang Jian needs Wu Yue’s death to prove that there is no internal ghost in the Interpol, and it also proves that Wang Xiaoming is really committed to the public, which is worthy of trust.

Li Jun needs Wu Yue to die. His duty is to protect Wang Xiaoming. If Wu Yue does not die, Yang Jian may act, and then Wang Xiaoming's life will be threatened.

Zhao Jianguo needs Wu Yue to die, and he needs an explanation from the headquarters.

Wang Xiaoming also needs Wu Yue to die, in order for Yang Jian to join the Interpol, to contribute to the country, and also to successfully complete the next transaction.

Maybe he didn't deserve to die, he was also doing things for the company.

But the situation requires him to die, and he has to die.

And his own value is not enough to let others save his life.

"Now you are satisfied?"

Wang Xiaoming walked back, put the gun on the table, and pushed it in front of Yang Jian.

Yang Jiandao; "After a period of time, I will go to the Interpol assessment. Once the assessment is passed, I will join the Interpol and begin to solve the supernatural incidents for the country. The problem of the supernatural incident files in Huanggang Village has been solved, but I will still not I hope that there will be file tampering. If it is tampered, I have the right to know."

Wang Xiaoming said; "You become the Interpol, as long as your contribution is large enough, some confidential things will not be concealed from you."

"That's good, now that this matter has been resolved, now we can start to talk about the issue of acquisition." Yang Jian narrowed his eyes, lifted the body bag next to him, and placed it on the table.

A cold, smelly corpse radiated from the mountain in the bag.

"Two ghosts, plus the ghost coffin I brought out from the village behind me, how much is it worth? By the way, my two things, each of them are precious, and you pay a high price."

Once the conflict is resolved, we have to start discussing interests.

"I don't know much about business. You can make a price as long as you are satisfied. Of course, the premise is that the company can get the funds you need." Wang Xiaoming said: "I only need to take the ghost coffin back today. "

What do you mean by making your lion open his mouth?

Yang Jian began to calculate in his heart.

This ghost coffin is a time bomb. It must not be kept. It is best to sell. Wang Xiaoming really wants to get this ghost coffin very urgently. I am sorry for this hard work if I don't sell it at a good price.

Let me figure it out in your heart.

If the market price of a ghost is 100 million,

The ghost in the ghost coffin is two ghosts, which is worth two hundred million.

In addition, the previous Wu Yue said that the premium was 50%, which is 300 million yuan.

It's hard to think about it.

I'm going to become a billionaire soon, something I couldn't dream of when I was in school.

After calculating for a while, Yang Jian quickly said: "The ghost coffin is very special, not only as simple as a ghost, but also has special abilities. I think it is worth at least...500 million."

"Okay, just five hundred million, who is the manager of the financial department? Playing money." Wang Xiaoming shouted back.

Immediately Sun Lihong walked over nervously and scaredly: "Okay, good Professor Wang."

"..."

The promise is so refreshing, and if you don't agree with you, you can make money. Has the price been reported lower?

Now I change my mind and I don’t know if I can’t come in a hurry.

But when I saw Zhao Jianguo and Li Jun, I felt this serious atmosphere again.

Yang Jian felt that if he changed his tune, it would be a shame to lose his identity.

It's shy.

But there is nothing left in the face of money.

"Five hundred million is just a ghost coffin. I had to work hard to transport it out of the village and disassemble a sports car. These costs have to be counted in...plus 50 million." Yang Jian bit his head and found it. An excuse to increase prices.

"Okay, let's fight another 50 million in the past." Wang Xiaoming said.

Depend on.

Still reported low.

Sure enough, poverty limits my imagination.

hateful.

If I knew that I should read more, otherwise I wouldn't be embarrassed to speak up because of too much money.

Yang Jian also wants to increase the price~www.readwn.com~, but he can't help it.

If you continue to increase the price, you will really lose face.

"Forget it, just treat it as good, but Feng Quan, I have to sell it at a good price." Yang Jian felt that he should strike a sum on Feng's body.

This guy has not pitted himself less in Huanggang Village.

Brothers.

It's up to you to get rich.

Yang Jian touched the body bag in front of him.

As if not touching a corpse, but touching a bag of money.

"Then, happy cooperation."

Seeing the price agreement, Wang Xiaoming became a little excited, and then he said: "General Li, would you trouble you to transport the ghost coffin back to the laboratory?"

"certainly."

Li Jun stood up, and he immediately took a group of security guards in the laboratory to move the ghost coffin.

Yang Jian said: "A kind reminder, there is a ghost in the ghost coffin, and the ghost will run out after opening the ghost coffin. You have to be careful...I am not responsible for after-sales if something goes wrong."

"Thanks a lot."

Li Jun looked back at Yang Jian.

"Let the people from the company talk to you about the next transaction. I have something to go back to the lab, so I will stay soon."

Seeing the ghost coffin being moved, Wang Xiaoming stood up impatiently, and he immediately prepared to leave.

"Um?"

Are you leaving now?

Feng Quan, don't you want it? I also plan to kill a fortune.

Yang Jian felt that he had made a big mistake at this time.

This Feng Quan... doesn't seem to be very valuable.

"Mr. Yang, please advise. I am responsible for the following transactions. I wonder if Mr. Yang has any comments?"

Sun Lihong on the side took a slight breath and said nervously. I want to talk about "Mystical Recovery" with more like-minded people. WeChat pays attention to "Excellent Literature", read novels, talk about life, and find friends~