With a creak, the door of Lihuamu's living room was pushed open, wrapped in the stinging cold winter wind, a not too tall figure, wearing a cloak, walked into the reception room.

Jiang Ming's face twisted and twitched, and he pleasedly handed hot water to the man.

"Boss, it's cold outside."

If Yue Zhengjun sees this scene, his jaw will fall in shock, and Jiang Ming, who is invincible, is even better than a child in front of this person.

The man was full of frost, snow was falling outside, and his clothes were stained with snow particles.

He didn't have any murderous intent on him. This man was not a martial artist. Jiang Ming knew this long ago, but every time he faced him, Jiang Ming would still feel a strong pressure from a superior.

Jiang Ming was holding a teacup, boiling water across the ceramic cup, and burning his hand. He grinned at the corner of his mouth. Now the teacup must not be put down, but that person does not pick up his teacup, so he can only hold it like this. , He bared his teeth as he grinned.

What's going on today, the boss seems to be in a bad mood, is it because he is here to find fault?

When Jiang Mingzheng collapsed, this person spoke, his voice was particularly hoarse, as if two pieces of sandpaper were rubbing against each other.

"Yu Chen is dead. Our plan will change."

Jiang Ming had already expected that the boss came over today, 80% of which was for this incident. He had been mentally prepared for it, but at this time he still shivered in fear.

This feeling made Jiang Ming very excited. He rarely felt afraid. The more afraid he was, the more excited he was.

"I followed Yue Zhengjun, but I couldn't stop him."

"This is normal. Few people can stop Yue Zhengjun." The humanity said, "When you used Yue Zhengjun to kill your uncle, you should have thought that it would be easier to ask God to give it away. He and his son, you alone I can’t cope with it. I’m very curious about your wishful thinking. This is no less than putting two knives on your neck. According to my understanding of you, if there is a way, you would have sent these two fathers and sons back to the West. , Now you still keep them, not because they are useful, but because you can't kill them."

Jiang Ming lowered his head and spoke. From the boss's words, he could not tell whether he was angry or not intending to pursue it.

If the boss gets angry, he probably won't have any good fruit to eat.

"I will send them away, soon, up to three days."

"Where to send it?"

There was no ups and downs in the tone of this person's speech, as calm as a robot.

"Of course it is the safest place, send them all to see Wangye Yan."

This joke successfully made this person laugh, but in the next second, he quickly returned to normal.

"As soon as possible. But Yu Chen is dead, and our goods arrive in Ningcheng, so it won't be easy to turn around."

"This month, the Zhengjun will really get into trouble. What is bad to kill? Why do we kill our eyeliner? Originally, Yu Shen was in Ningcheng, and cooperated with us inside and outside, and soon the real guns will be given out. Now it is good. Yes, the cargo is stuck."

Jiang Ming complained.

Maybe Yue Zhengjun would never think of it. He randomly found a killer who turned out to be Jiang Ming's current gun dealer in Ningcheng.

"I don't need you to complain, I need your countermeasures."

This person's simple words caused Jiang Ming to shut his mouth obediently.

After a while, Jiang Ming asked: "We have a batch of guns that have entered Inner Mongolia. Those batches are said to be new guns. After leaving the country, they were bought well. In that case, we don’t need to worry about bringing these guns out. NS."

In fact, what Jiang Ming wanted to say was that even if he wanted to take out the gun, he didn't have to transport it to Ningcheng.

Wherever making money is not making money, Ningcheng's money is not particularly fragrant.

As it is now, there are police officers in charge of the city, but most of them are superfluous and can be bought with just a few dollars. Under such circumstances, it is much better to put the gun in the market than to force the gun to Ningcheng.

"New weapons. The ones shipped to Inner Mongolia, ho ho, are they still new guns? No, the ones we left in Tongshi, and the ones that will be shipped to Ningcheng, are even worse than those shipped to Inner Mongolia. ."

Jiang Ming was surprised, why the batch of guns should be the most expensive and latest batch of weapons.

But now listening to the boss's tone, it seems that there is a new batch of new guns for the shooting.

The man saw Jiang Ming's eyes, he knew that Jiang Ming had a very important question to ask.

"What is the situation with this batch?" Jiang Ming asked.

"Don't ask if you shouldn't ask."

Jiang Ming turned his head hesitantly, unable to answer the conversation all of a sudden, and could only silently say, "Okay."

The man walked around Jiang Ming several times and said, "I need you to help me solve the problem before the first day of the new year."

Jiang Ming smiled bitterly. It was Saturday today. Before Wednesday, this was really using him as a god.

"Okay, I have already explained your task. Please be sure to complete the task."

"Don't worry, when I knew that Yu Chen was going to die, I had already guessed this ending. I had already prepared it in advance. If I really can't get into Ningcheng, I can find a reason to sell these guns. NS.

He nodded, but what he said was: "Don't think about other ideas. I must sell these guns to Ningcheng." "

Now it's Jiang Ming's turn to be puzzled, why must these guns be sold to Ningcheng?

Is there something special about this batch of guns, or is there something special about Ningcheng?

Of course, Jiang Ming wouldn't ask this question directly in front of the boss. The boss is more like a tool man, and he won't tell him if he asks it.

"Okay, the last thing is, let me give you a reminder. Yue Zhengjun should be killed quickly. This person's strength cannot be underestimated. If you keep Yue Zhengjun, your life will be in the future. There are a lot of troubles."

Jiang Ming smiled and said triumphantly: "We both have the same concept on this point, don't worry, Yue Zhengjun will not live long, and that silly son."

The man nodded, and without saying anything, he opened the door and left.

He didn't move the cup of tea Jiang Ming gave him until he left.

When the person left, Jiang Ming had no respect just now. He leaned on the sofa in the living room. He couldn't help but want to laugh when he thought of the conversation just now.

"Really interesting person."

Jiang Ming squinted his eyes and was in a good mood, but he didn't know that in the shadow of the chandelier upstairs, someone was pale.

This person is not someone else, it is Yuemanshan.

Just now Yuemanshan saw Jiang Ming still wearing formal clothes in the middle of the night, and felt something was wrong, so he followed up secretly.

Where did he think that Jiang Ming not only didn't want him to go out, but also wanted to kill him and his dad directly.

He knew that Jiang Ming was not a good thing, but if he hadn't heard it with his own ears today, he would still not believe it. JrNovels.com