"This is the information I have collected so far. These three are the lucky ones I have selected. Please take a look." Zhang Ziqiang threw a stack of photos on the table and picked up a glass of red wine and shook it gently for a few times. This is to let oxygen enter the wine and make the wine smell aroma, and release chemicals such as esters, ethers and acetaldehyde in the wine.

Aji took two photos and looked at them pretentiously, but the light from the corner of his eyes was always locked on Zhang Ziqiang.

After all, this guy’s series of behaviors just now are so...pretentious!

He can only use these two words to describe it.

In order to drink a glass of red wine, the wine was first frozen and taken out one hour before drinking. On TV, the waiter always pushed the red wine in the ice bucket directly onto the dining table and poured it out. In fact, this is wrong. Maybe the director himself doesn't understand it, or maybe it's other reasons.

But the optimal drinking temperature for red wine is 18-24°.

Turn on the red wine and pour it into the decanter. After the meeting here, I almost sobered up there. Then I poured a glass and put it next to me.

Although Zhang Ziqiang's series of behaviors looked elegant like the nobles mentioned on TV, he shook the wine, covered his nostrils with a cup of mask, closed his eyes slightly, and took a deep breath...

Madan, what are you pretending? Do you think I will envy you? Aji felt sorry for me, and I will drink red wine next time!

After glanced at Aji, Liu Huaqiang was too lazy to pay attention to this guy. He picked up the photos and looked at them one by one. Mahmoud Dun Techa, chairman of the Johor Bahru branch of the State Bank, the Green Sling family, the best among the indigenous families in Johor, and a member of the local government in Gudang, Brazil.

The Brazilian Gudang local government is one of the three major ruling institutions of Johor Bahru, and the other two institutions are the Johor Bahru Municipal Bureau and the Johor Bahru Central District Municipal Council.

Abdul Rah, an indigenous and Luslin family, is also a local rich family and a member of the city council.

Huang Fu, Chinese, entrepreneur, city councillor.

"Why are there Chinese people?" Liu Huaqiang asked with a frown.

"There must be Chinese." Zhang Ziqiang put down his wine glass and said solemnly: "I have understood the situation in Malaysia. Anti-Chinese ideas have always been there. If they are simply natives, it will inevitably cause some unnecessary speculations, cause big trouble, and may lead to some adverse situations."

"Of course, I said that ours is here to get gold, not to kill people, so I never thought about killing anyone, there is no need."

Liu Huaqiang instantly understood what he meant and did not say anything else.

"If you don't have any opinions, prepare for the action. This action must be clean and neat. There is a reason why these three people were selected. We must complete the kidnapping process at the same time and then arrive at the National Bank Building at the same time to lay the groundwork for the follow-up action. Do you understand?"

"I understand." Everyone said in unison.

"Okay, the general action plan is for you. My sister-in-law will provide us with information support. If there are any emergencies, I will communicate with you based on the actual situation. If there are no other problems, then let's go and take action on time at 6 pm!"

...

5:50, Johor Garden.

Mahmoud Dun Techa goes to the nearby Qingji Mosque at this time of every day. Of course, when there are no special circumstances, today is no exception.

There is a fixed process to get to Qingzhen Mosque. The car was parked in the parking lot. The bodyguard immediately got out of the co-pilot, reached out and opened the door in the back seat, and respectfully supported the door with his hands to prevent Mahmoud Dun Techa from touching his head when he got off the car.

Just as Mahmoud Dun Techa touched the ground with one foot, a white figure rushed towards him from the side, and the dagger holding his right hand flashed with a pale and cold light.

The monotonous life made the bodyguard lose its original vigilance. He raised his head in surprise when he heard the footsteps and looked at the source of the sound. But he didn't know that the head-raising action just exposed his neck to the edge of the blade. Aji, who rushed to the front, just waved his hand suddenly. The cold knife light cut half of the bodyguard's neck like butter. Blood gushed out like a broken water pipe, and dripping from the top of Mahmoud's head that had just poked his head out.

The hot blood shocked Mahmud. When he looked up, Aji's dagger was pressing against his chin. The tip of the knife pressed the flesh on his neck and sank slightly. The cold touch made Mahmud's whole body tense immediately, and his body kept moving from the car, not daring to move.

The bodyguard in the back seat and the driver in the driving position finally realized that one of them could not threaten Aji at all through Mahmoud's body, and the other was in the driving position. After getting out of the car in a hurry, he saw only a ghost face.

"Take the gun away." Aji said coldly, with a slight force in his hand, and the sharp dagger pierced the skin of Mahmoud's neck. He immediately frightened his breathing, fearing that his neck would move slightly and he would die.

"Put down the gun." Mahmud tried his best to keep his neck still, and his voice seemed a little deformed.

Although the bodyguard wanted to take out the gun and shoot the guy in front of him who killed his companions, the other party was a ruthless person who killed people without blinking. As long as they had a slight movement, it would be hard to tell whether the boss's neck could still be kept intact. After hearing Mahmoud's words, the two could only throw the gun to the ground honestly.

"Kick away!"

The two immediately kicked the gun away as required.

"Twist the phone over." He raised his foot and stomped the two phones, and then Aji looked at Mahmoud.

"Sit in." Aji ordered, and Mahmud immediately sat back. Aji also sat in the back seat at the same time, but the blade was still pressed against the other party's neck.

"Driver, come up, let's go." With the instructions, the driver immediately sat in, the car door closed and slowly started, leaving only the bodyguard staring at the stomped cell phone on the ground in a daze.

"Sir, you can ask any requests you have. Really, I believe I can fully meet your requirements. There is no need to use this method. Don't worry, I won't resist." Mahmoud changed his previous high tone. His tone was extremely gentle, making him look so approachable.

"You can resist, see if the gun is fast or my knife is fast. I have been looking for an opportunity to try it. As for now, go to the National Bank Building honestly!" A Ji sneered, but added a sentence in his heart, of course, not including Peng Yixing's pervert.

He has always been very confident in his sword. Within three meters, he believed that his sword was far more trusting in guns. But after seeing Peng Yixing's performance, he understood a truth: people have different physiques. When facing a head-on battle, he is... takeaway.

When that pervert is fine, he keeps the gun in his hand all day long... Who is serious and keeps the murder weapon in his hand and plays with it all day long?

A murderer!
Chapter completed!