After walking away from Beimen Commercial Street in a leisurely manner, Lao Luo flashed into the nearby alley, turned two bends, and walked into a dead end.
Standing in front of the dilapidated dust wall, he stretched out his hand and stopped on the wall and suddenly smiled.
Come out and don't follow.
A crisp applause rang out, and a man wearing a felt hat and an old black suit walked into the entrance of the alley in vain.
Tsk, it's really a little trick.
The five men standing behind him were all in black suits.
With six automatic rifles in hand, six men stood at the intersection of the dead end, blocking Lao Luo’s only retreat.
Looking at Lao Luo who had nowhere to escape, the man smiled happily.
When did you notice it?
Start with you staring at me.Lao Luo curled his lips, and the shadow of the alley blocked the disdainful expression on his face.
oh?The man raised his eyebrows with interest, and that would be interesting.Anyone with a little IQ should not be so stupid as to fall into a dead end... Or are you lost?
Lao Luo laughed and asked without answering.
Who sent you here?church?Manager Wan?Or the famous Captain Ding?
The man did not answer, but just looked at Lao Luo with a smile.
Seeing that the man was not talking, Lao Luo laughed.
Wait... Could it be that Tiger Gang?
Is it important who it is?The man whispered, snapping his fingers, you just need to know that someone is going to take your life, that's enough.
The five gunmen following the man loaded the rifle together, stepped forward half a step, and aimed the black muzzle at Lao Luo in the dead end, blocking all his life.
Good night.Gently lowered the brim of the felt hat on his head, and the man said in a hoarse voice, " Have a good dream."
Lao Luo smiled.
Good night.
The slender dagger as a scalpel slid faintly from his cuffs and was skillfully clamped to his fingertips.
Under the dim moonlight, the silver thread seemed to be glimmering, so imperceptible.
Like a light feather, like the low moan of death, the unfinished words blew into the ears of the man in black along the wind.
You are the same, dreamy.
……
Ping'an Street has fallen asleep, but the Pan Asia Building located in the center is brightly lit at this moment.
In the dead city of Beijing, it is like the candlelight of the civilized world, swaying the last embers on the night of darkness.
In the conference room of the Pan Asia Building, where the Pan Asia high-level leaders once held a cabinet meeting, the Beijing Survivors Alliance held another meeting.
However, the nature of this meeting is somewhat different from the last meeting. The number of attendees is less than half of the previous ones. They are representatives of the forces who work in this Pan Asia building, such as Head Ding, Manager Wan, etc.
For example, Xu Tiannan, although he is the archbishop of the Tombkeeper Sect, the entire Tombkeeper Sect migrated from Jiuquan after all, and can only be considered an outsider in Beijing. Even if he is not weak in his own strength, he still cannot squeeze into the core circle of Ping'an Street.
Sitting at the conference table, Mayor Liu sighed.
The city gate tax of Sidou Yajing was still too high, and the survivors reacted greatly. The city hall received a thousand complaint letters a day today.
Among all the people sitting here, as the mayor, he is probably the one with the least rights.
The reason why he, a powerless person, was probably the result of mutual compromise between the surviving forces.
Otherwise, Ding Liwei or Wan Peng could easily sit in this position, and he could sit better and more steadily than him.
many?Wan Peng snorted coldly, and I still felt that it was a little less.
Because of NAC's bloody mouth, he had been bleeding recently, and the warehouse shrank by a million.
Even with his Sunday club's financial resources, this million-point Asian crystal is a considerable expense.
We only raised five million.Ding Liwei said in a deep voice, after all, our expenses are not small, and it is impossible to squeeze out ten million sub-crystals at once to give them to NAC.The city gate tax continues to maintain the four-point sub-crystal bar, no matter how much resistance it is, it must be implemented.At least it will last until the beginning of next spring, which is our bottom line.
Factory needs a crystal, and workers and soldiers also need a crystal. The little profit of hunting is just a drop in the bucket.
The capital chain and the supply chain are mixed together. Although they are very rich, they have to be very cautious when it comes to Yajing's issue and cannot tolerate any carelessness.
I mean, at least make the news public
impossible.Wan Peng interrupted Mayor Liu, have you considered the consequences of public disclosure?Why should we block the news of Badaling military outpost at all costs?Think about it carefully, Mayor Liu, if the survivors of Ping'an Street knew that hundreds of CCCP tanks had already reached the entrance of Beijing.
But sooner or later, the news will spread.Mayor Liu said with a wry smile.
Let’s talk about it then.Wan Peng stared at him and said, "At that time, we will naturally make them believe that those tanks were not for us."
Mayor Liu wanted to say something, but in the end he held back his words and said nothing.
Wan Peng's opinion is naturally the consensus reached after discussion by the Beijing Survivors Alliance.
With him as a mere mayor, he is not even qualified to give advice, let alone change the ideas of so many big shots.
Let's have the next question.Ding Liwei looked at the man wearing glasses at the conference table.
The man wearing glasses nodded, next question.The gravekeeper sect plans to move to Ping'an Street within three days. Xu Tiannan asked us to arrange a place for their people to live, preferably at the east gate of Ping'an Street, because their base is closer to the east gate.
Didn’t he stay in the gym?Ding Liwei frowned.
Because of the Russians.
Russian.
I don't know who said this.
When the word appeared on the conference table, the whole room suddenly fell into silence.
After a long time.
approve.Ding Liwei spoke slowly and looked at Mayor Liu, you go and arrange it, demolish part of the slum at the east gate and move it to the open space at the west gate.
OKMayor Liu nodded.
Go now.
yes……
Mayor Liu simply packed up his things from the table and got up and left the conference table.
The door to the conference room was closed.
After a while, someone spoke up and broke the silence.
Russians are in the subway.
Damn it!Wan Peng punched the table hard and said, "Where are the bad things for those Russians to go?" Why did they choose the subway?"
Ding Liwei's face was not very good either.
Obviously, he was also cursing the Russians in his heart.
The man in the windbreaker sighed, and he spoke for the first time without saying a word since the beginning of the meeting.
What should we do now?
Let’s stop the project first and wait until the Russians and NAC people leave.Looking at the subway line on the hologram, Ding Liwei frowned slightly. Fortunately, it was on Line 35... I hope they won't find anything.As long as they don't go there, everything will be easy.
Is the work stopped?OK, I'll go to the construction site now.The man in the windbreaker stood up and walked towards the door.
Wait.Ding Liwei suddenly stopped him again.
What else is there?The steps stopped at the door, and the man in the windbreaker turned around.
Staring at him seriously, Ding Liwei said word by word.
I must find that Lao Luo.
The man in the windbreaker nodded slightly and said softly.
rest assured.
He can't escape.
Standing in front of the dilapidated dust wall, he stretched out his hand and stopped on the wall and suddenly smiled.
Come out and don't follow.
A crisp applause rang out, and a man wearing a felt hat and an old black suit walked into the entrance of the alley in vain.
Tsk, it's really a little trick.
The five men standing behind him were all in black suits.
With six automatic rifles in hand, six men stood at the intersection of the dead end, blocking Lao Luo’s only retreat.
Looking at Lao Luo who had nowhere to escape, the man smiled happily.
When did you notice it?
Start with you staring at me.Lao Luo curled his lips, and the shadow of the alley blocked the disdainful expression on his face.
oh?The man raised his eyebrows with interest, and that would be interesting.Anyone with a little IQ should not be so stupid as to fall into a dead end... Or are you lost?
Lao Luo laughed and asked without answering.
Who sent you here?church?Manager Wan?Or the famous Captain Ding?
The man did not answer, but just looked at Lao Luo with a smile.
Seeing that the man was not talking, Lao Luo laughed.
Wait... Could it be that Tiger Gang?
Is it important who it is?The man whispered, snapping his fingers, you just need to know that someone is going to take your life, that's enough.
The five gunmen following the man loaded the rifle together, stepped forward half a step, and aimed the black muzzle at Lao Luo in the dead end, blocking all his life.
Good night.Gently lowered the brim of the felt hat on his head, and the man said in a hoarse voice, " Have a good dream."
Lao Luo smiled.
Good night.
The slender dagger as a scalpel slid faintly from his cuffs and was skillfully clamped to his fingertips.
Under the dim moonlight, the silver thread seemed to be glimmering, so imperceptible.
Like a light feather, like the low moan of death, the unfinished words blew into the ears of the man in black along the wind.
You are the same, dreamy.
……
Ping'an Street has fallen asleep, but the Pan Asia Building located in the center is brightly lit at this moment.
In the dead city of Beijing, it is like the candlelight of the civilized world, swaying the last embers on the night of darkness.
In the conference room of the Pan Asia Building, where the Pan Asia high-level leaders once held a cabinet meeting, the Beijing Survivors Alliance held another meeting.
However, the nature of this meeting is somewhat different from the last meeting. The number of attendees is less than half of the previous ones. They are representatives of the forces who work in this Pan Asia building, such as Head Ding, Manager Wan, etc.
For example, Xu Tiannan, although he is the archbishop of the Tombkeeper Sect, the entire Tombkeeper Sect migrated from Jiuquan after all, and can only be considered an outsider in Beijing. Even if he is not weak in his own strength, he still cannot squeeze into the core circle of Ping'an Street.
Sitting at the conference table, Mayor Liu sighed.
The city gate tax of Sidou Yajing was still too high, and the survivors reacted greatly. The city hall received a thousand complaint letters a day today.
Among all the people sitting here, as the mayor, he is probably the one with the least rights.
The reason why he, a powerless person, was probably the result of mutual compromise between the surviving forces.
Otherwise, Ding Liwei or Wan Peng could easily sit in this position, and he could sit better and more steadily than him.
many?Wan Peng snorted coldly, and I still felt that it was a little less.
Because of NAC's bloody mouth, he had been bleeding recently, and the warehouse shrank by a million.
Even with his Sunday club's financial resources, this million-point Asian crystal is a considerable expense.
We only raised five million.Ding Liwei said in a deep voice, after all, our expenses are not small, and it is impossible to squeeze out ten million sub-crystals at once to give them to NAC.The city gate tax continues to maintain the four-point sub-crystal bar, no matter how much resistance it is, it must be implemented.At least it will last until the beginning of next spring, which is our bottom line.
Factory needs a crystal, and workers and soldiers also need a crystal. The little profit of hunting is just a drop in the bucket.
The capital chain and the supply chain are mixed together. Although they are very rich, they have to be very cautious when it comes to Yajing's issue and cannot tolerate any carelessness.
I mean, at least make the news public
impossible.Wan Peng interrupted Mayor Liu, have you considered the consequences of public disclosure?Why should we block the news of Badaling military outpost at all costs?Think about it carefully, Mayor Liu, if the survivors of Ping'an Street knew that hundreds of CCCP tanks had already reached the entrance of Beijing.
But sooner or later, the news will spread.Mayor Liu said with a wry smile.
Let’s talk about it then.Wan Peng stared at him and said, "At that time, we will naturally make them believe that those tanks were not for us."
Mayor Liu wanted to say something, but in the end he held back his words and said nothing.
Wan Peng's opinion is naturally the consensus reached after discussion by the Beijing Survivors Alliance.
With him as a mere mayor, he is not even qualified to give advice, let alone change the ideas of so many big shots.
Let's have the next question.Ding Liwei looked at the man wearing glasses at the conference table.
The man wearing glasses nodded, next question.The gravekeeper sect plans to move to Ping'an Street within three days. Xu Tiannan asked us to arrange a place for their people to live, preferably at the east gate of Ping'an Street, because their base is closer to the east gate.
Didn’t he stay in the gym?Ding Liwei frowned.
Because of the Russians.
Russian.
I don't know who said this.
When the word appeared on the conference table, the whole room suddenly fell into silence.
After a long time.
approve.Ding Liwei spoke slowly and looked at Mayor Liu, you go and arrange it, demolish part of the slum at the east gate and move it to the open space at the west gate.
OKMayor Liu nodded.
Go now.
yes……
Mayor Liu simply packed up his things from the table and got up and left the conference table.
The door to the conference room was closed.
After a while, someone spoke up and broke the silence.
Russians are in the subway.
Damn it!Wan Peng punched the table hard and said, "Where are the bad things for those Russians to go?" Why did they choose the subway?"
Ding Liwei's face was not very good either.
Obviously, he was also cursing the Russians in his heart.
The man in the windbreaker sighed, and he spoke for the first time without saying a word since the beginning of the meeting.
What should we do now?
Let’s stop the project first and wait until the Russians and NAC people leave.Looking at the subway line on the hologram, Ding Liwei frowned slightly. Fortunately, it was on Line 35... I hope they won't find anything.As long as they don't go there, everything will be easy.
Is the work stopped?OK, I'll go to the construction site now.The man in the windbreaker stood up and walked towards the door.
Wait.Ding Liwei suddenly stopped him again.
What else is there?The steps stopped at the door, and the man in the windbreaker turned around.
Staring at him seriously, Ding Liwei said word by word.
I must find that Lao Luo.
The man in the windbreaker nodded slightly and said softly.
rest assured.
He can't escape.
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