Rebirth Merchant: Wonderful Space Hunting for Military Officer

Do not blame Fang Jian can not find the ambush along the way, because these ambush are everywhere, pedestrians on the street, street vendors to buy things, and even the boy who is humming Xiaoqu, are staring at them secretly.

This is simply a huge net. Once he comes in, there is no way out.

"You brought us in deliberately." Fang Jian Tieqing, with a face on his face, gritted his teeth again, it was all his negligence, thinking that the young man wanted to avoid the crowded place when he walked into the downtown area, but he didn't expect the other party to do Of it.

"I think we can put down the gun and talk about it." Song Ye turned his muzzle and drew his gun back into his pocket.

Fang Jian looked at the hundreds of guns in the black paint, and had to wave his hands to signal to his people to close their hands. So far, even if Song Ye was killed, they had to be beaten into a horse honeycomb.

Now that they have become prisoners, they are unfamiliar in Shishi and are isolated.

But Fang Jian was unwilling to admit defeat, so he still looked calm and bad at the moment. "Who the **** are you?"

Song Ye looked back, satisfied with the color of the other's courage, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. The cold voice sounded slowly. "Welcome to the headquarters of the night gang, I'm Song Ye, the host here."

As if welcoming guests to his home, Song Ye's polite words could not fault it.

But the content of the words was like a thunder, which exploded in the ears of Fang Jian and others, almost blasting their three souls and seven souls.

What did she just say? This is the Night Gang headquarters? Is she the owner of the night gang? Is she the boss of the night gang?

Fang Jian wanted to laugh aloud at this moment. Isn't this little white face crazy? Is he playing the house?

But looking at the muzzle around him, everyone tacitly assumed that the corner of Fang Jian's mouth was tearing, but the smile was even more ugly than crying.

God ’s joke with him is too big.

It wasn't until Fang Jian was brought into the base not far away that there was a cavernous design inside, and the guns and ammunition hanging on the wall could be called a small arsenal, at which time he had a deeper understanding of the strength of the night gang.

"Sit, don't be nervous, just drink tea and talk about the old." Song Ye sat behind a desk, leaning Erlang's legs and posing a friendly look.

Fang Jian sat down, but his heart was more than voicing. They met on the first day, and they can talk about the old situation of shit, not to mention that there is no one who is waiting with a gun outside.

"The Ming people don't say anything secretly, I recognize it in the hands of your night gang. Since you don't kill me, what are your conditions? Just say it." Fang Jian was a smart man and saw that Song Ye did not kill him. Heart, so just open the door to see the mountain.

"Very well, I like smart people, and speak effortlessly." Song Ye knocked on the desktop and lost a document at hand, "I want to know how much do you know about the people on the list and how much do they have?" Goods, where do they come from? "

Fang Jian took the file, opened it, and the first thing that caught his eye was a familiar face, Luxu.

Looking back, the characters on the profile made him more and more shocked.

With a snap, he reclosed the data, his face calmed down and he began to fall apart. "What's your purpose?" Originally, he thought that Song Ye and Le Siyu were in a cooperative relationship, but now it seems that things Not as simple as he imagined.

The ambition of the boy in front of him is obviously much larger than he imagined.

"Boss Fang doesn't seem to understand the rules yet. Now it's up to me. What you can do is ask me, and you answer." Song Ye's fingertips moved the tabletop, making a few crisp sounds, and he looked as he spoke. Faintly, but the murderous spirit in his eyes surged out.

Fang Jian was certain that the blood on this man's hand would not be less than that of him.

Right now it ’s artificial knife and I am fish, he has no right to choose.

"Oh, what a good old story." Fang Jian smiled bitterly, took a deep breath, or tried to fight for it, "Did I tell you, just let my brother go?"

Hearing that Song Ye raised his eyebrows, he appreciated his responsibility, "I don't need to move you, I just need you to assist me in this matter. After it is done, I will naturally let you go."

She spoke politely, but Fang Jian's complexion was not relaxed at all, "Okay, I will explain everything, I hope you talk."

In fact, he knew that as soon as he opened the mouth, he lost his credibility on the road, and there would be no more business. But now the knife rests on his neck. He couldn't help but say that between money and life, he chose the latter.

When it came out of the base, it was already ten thirty in the night, and the night breeze in the early autumn was slightly cool, dry and pleasant.

Wang Tiechuan came out behind Song Ye, and when no one saw it, he smiled with his eyes narrowed into a crack. "Boss, it seems I can follow you again this time." In order to stabilize the foundation of Shishi They have been living in a snail house for too long, and Wang Tiechuan is waiting for Song Ye to shoot, and wants to fight at the front line again.

Song Ye looked at his excitement, and raised his lips, "If you are too energetic, please help me greet a dozen people in these days."

call? Wang Tiechuan's eyes brightened, "Boss, do you mean to let people go?"

Song Ye nodded, and looked back at Wang Tiechuan, who said meaningfully: "They have good marksmanship, and the night gang needs talents in this area, leaving them to you, no matter what means, I only look at the last result."

Having been with Song Ye for so long, wouldn't Wang Tiechuan have no such eyesight. He immediately nodded as soon as he heard the words, and smiled and promised, "Boss, rest assured, I must say hello." Since the boss is decentralized, it is just to do it casually, whether it is Intimidation or temptation.

Song Ye is a person who makes the best use of it. In the industry of mixing black, eating black is a common thing. It is not her style to raise your hands and let people go.

It's a pity that Fang Jian is a foreigner. He ate the unfamiliar terrain tonight, and now he has to be left without bones by Song Yekeng.

Returning home in the middle of the night, Yunhua was holding the computer to work overtime, and saw Song Ye return, subconsciously looked up at the time.

"Why is it so late, the next time it is too late to be picked up, and the outside is not very flat." Although knowing Song Ye is terrible, Yunhua still subconsciously took her as a child to care.

"Well, the company is busy lately?" Song Ye walked over, poured a glass of water, and poured a cup for Yunhua. After going to school, Yunhua let her concentrate on her studies, and she handled many things herself.

Yunhua in front of the computer frowned and rubbed his forehead. "I don't know who it is recently. I attacked our firewall with two heads for three days. The upgrade reports of the stones are also more and more every day. Step in. "