"It's not easy for you old guys to refund their business. I'm almost sleepy. Let me sleep for a while. If there's anything wrong, let's talk about it in the morning. Just hang up!"
Chongjiu didn't give Uncle Wu a chance to talk, so he hung up directly.
After hanging up, Chongjiu also turned on the flight mode of the mobile phone.
However, Chongjiu was unable to fall asleep at this time.
He got up and stood barefoot at the window.
Chongjiu's hotel is a five-star hotel in the city. He lives in a room with a very high floor. Standing in front of the window, he can not only see the scenery of the whole city, but also see the night of the city.
Chongjiu squints his eyes. There is a complicated light in his eyes.
This conversation with Uncle Wu made him basically sure that those old guys wanted to move him.
The so-called movement in their organization is death.
Chongjiu can't help but think of Rui. His front foot connects the cheap man in the elevator. In the evening, he receives a call from Uncle Wu.
Chongjiu doesn't believe it. There's no writing from Rui.
For Rui, Chongjiu thinks that if he can think more insidious, he must think more insidious. That's not a thing.
Maybe Rui used some means to make the old guys feel that he must be unable to stay and that he is going to follow the old way of Gu Zhige. Therefore, they have to solve him.
What's a big customer, what's a $50 million Commission, what's a 70% commission? I can't say it's just a cover. I just want to go back to him.
If he does go back, it is estimated that there will be no return.
Every killer has a keen intuition about danger. The more top-notch he is, the more sensitive his intuition will be. This is very helpful for them to avoid crises again and again.
Now, Chongjiu has this intuition. Go back It's a bottomless pit.
So he must not go back.
However, the reason he said is not an absolute one. If those old guys make up their mind to withdraw all the killers, they must go back.
The situation is not optimistic.
Suddenly, he saw that there seemed to be some white particles on the glass.
Heavy nine Leng for a while, then, open the window, cold air instantly drill in.
Chongjiu was wearing thin clothes, and the cool wind was like a knife, blowing his skin and flesh, but he didn't seem to feel it at all, and he put his hand out of the window.
A little cool in the palm, and then quickly melt.
Chongjiu's gloomy face suddenly showed a smile: "tut It's snowing... "
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Killer headquarters, fifth uncle put down the phone, looks kind face, gloomy and terrible.
He is very old with white hair. If he walks on the street, it is estimated that many people will regard him as the most common little old man.
Who would have thought that he was the boss in charge of the operation of the whole killer organization.
He's the biggest boss behind the scenes.
There is an old man who is a few years younger than fifth uncle. He asked, "he won't come back. Is he aware of something?"
The fifth uncle said darkly, "it's not surprising that he's aware of something. The important thing is that he's right If the organization is handed over to those people in the future, it will have to wait for its demise. "
Another humanitarian: "at present, the only one who can fight is Chongjiu. If he dies Isn't it even worse? "
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