Chapter 913： Restless

"I'm not sure, it may be the reflection of the glass curtain wall." Craig didn't say anything to death because he didn't want to take responsibility. In addition, after being away from the battlefield for 5 years, although his skills have not deteriorated too much, his sensitivity There will be a decline in all aspects.

When Hansen heard the words, he insisted, "Craig, have you forgotten what era it is now? Even with today's technology, it is difficult to completely block light reflection, but the effect has been greatly enhanced, whether it is the material of the light shielding tube or the sight. , Can hinder light reflection to the greatest extent, it is difficult to reproduce the obvious light reflection during World War II."

Of course Craig knew this, and was silent for a while, "Yes, the light flashed by just now, very faint, it can't be the reflection of the glass curtain wall, sorry, I~"

Hansen waved his hand, "Craig, there is no need to blame yourself. You can find that this has helped me a lot. Now I will arrange for you to go back to the castle to rest. I will be busy next."

The two returned to the castle. Hansen informed Yang Cheng of Craig's discovery. Sure enough, Yang Cheng was furious and smashed the poor crystal cup with a bang.

He had a chance before, and hoped that this threatening email was the same as before. It was just a threat but no actual action, but now it seems that he is whimsical. The scumbag really wants to kill himself, thanks to Hansen. Craig invited over, otherwise he might die unclearly.

Holding Craig's hand excitedly said, "Thank you so much, no matter what, you indirectly saved my life. When this matter is resolved, I will have a good return."

Craig withdrew his hand unnaturally, "This is what I should do, Mr. Yang does not have to be too polite."

Let Carson take Craig to rest in person, Yang Cheng's face was gloomy, and a wave of anger came out of her throat, "Hanson, no matter what, I have a death feud with this **** clown organization. Now, when this matter is resolved, I will smash them and uproot them no matter what method you use, don't even think about living any of them!"

Hansen was equally angry, this is a provocation to his work, "Yes boss, I will definitely find their lair, and personally drain the blood of these scum!"

When the murderous master and servant wanted to avenge the ‘Joker’, in the building where Craig had just noticed the reflection, two plainly dressed people who looked close to Eastern European faces were talking in secret in a room.

One of the enthusiastic young people bit the bread fiercely, and said happily, "Sure enough, that stupid monkey was so scared that he hid at home and motionless. It is estimated that he was almost scared by us."

Another thin but powerful man was holding a soft cloth, gently wiping the dismantled parts of the gun, and said blankly, "Don’t underestimate these rich people. , You just saw that the manor was surrounded by his bodyguards. If we had to break through, there is only one dead end, maybe his bodyguards are planning how to find us."

The young man didn't care, "You think too much, that's why I said he was stupid. He only knew to guard his side. How could we know that we would choose long-range sniper? Hahaha~"

Laughing wildly. . .

The man with the gun threw the soft cloth on the young man's face, "Don't laugh, it's really ugly, I warn you, you must act according to my command throughout the operation, if you still want to be promoted!"

The young man took out his ears impatiently, "Knowing that this is the organization's rules, I remember it very clearly, damn, can you not be so long-winded? To deal with a monkey, you have to dispatch you, the trump card killer, our organization is really good More and more timid."

Regarding the young man’s feelings, the gunman did not answer. His eyes were filled with the same enthusiasm, except that the enthusiasm was very dim, like a fire covered by a glass cover. It was obviously very hot, but the outside world was almost Can't feel the scorching heat.

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Yang Cheng, who didn’t know anything about them, was making a phone call in the study at this time. He had made an appointment with Recosta to meet with the "Pirate King" John Frederickson in Liverpool, but because of such things now, Yang Cheng didn't dare to go out easily, for fear of being attacked halfway.

No, Recosta is still counting on Yang Cheng to help him hold the ground. Yang Cheng doesn't go if he can't, what should he do alone?

"Mr. Yang, Mr. John Frederickson only stayed in Liverpool for half a day. The real conversation time may not be enough for an hour. Can Mr. Yang really squeeze an hour?"

Yang Cheng was in a bad mood at first, but she was completely annoyed by Recosta's questioning attitude, "What? I have to report to you about my schedule? Would you like to decide where I go in the future?"

Recosta was a little dumbfounded, and did not utter a whole sentence for a long time. Obviously, he was caught off guard by Yang Cheng's sudden anger, and his throat was a bit dry. He babbled and explained, "Yang~Mr. Yang, I~I That’s not what I meant. I just want to say that this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Mr. Frederickson is very low-key and it is very difficult to meet each other. If this cooperation can be promoted, Mr. Yang will definitely make a fortune. "

After waiting patiently to listen to Recosta's explanation, Yang Cheng said, "Forget it, I really have something to do without it, and convey my apologies to Mr. Frederickson, that's it~"

Without giving Recosta a chance to talk nonsense, he hung up the phone, sighed and fell back, the soft boss chair shook, closed his eyes and wondered what he was thinking about, the kind that was secretly watched by a poisonous snake but could not be found. The feeling of the trail made him irritable, and it took a long time before he reopened and called Eiffel.

Once the phone was connected, Yang Cheng didn't talk nonsense, and asked Huang Long, "What did you find?"

Eiffel didn’t know what he was doing, and said with a heavy gasp, “Boss, the only useful information I have found so far is that this clown organization is likely to have a close relationship with the former head of the 3~K~ party, David. In the 3~K~, the party trumpeted the words of'killing~light~hei~people', and had conflicts with the high level of the party many times, and then suddenly announced that he would withdraw from the organization, and then the person disappeared without a trace until recent years. He just jumped out to be active on social occasions again, it should be to win funds for the event."

Yang Cheng narrowed his eyes, and finally got some useful information, "Did you find out where this David is?"

Eiffel said apologetically, "I'm sorry boss, the basis is too little, but give me some time and I will be able to find it!"

Yang Cheng tapped his finger on the desktop. He couldn't wait, and immediately ordered, "In this way, I will give you the phone number of a senior official of F~B~I. His name is Kari. Tell me what you know. He, let him try to investigate through the F~B~I channel."

"Good boss."

Hanging up the phone, sending Cary's number to Eiffel, Yang Cheng kept muttering the name of ‘David, David’ in his mouth, and pressed the pager to call Hansen.

A quick and concise negative number went over the information from Eiffel's investigation and asked, "Do you think we should take the initiative?"

Hansen asked back, "Does the boss want to find and take this David first, and use him to threaten the clown organization?"

Yang Orange shook his head, "No, no, no, I want to extract useful information from him, and completely wipe out this **** organization. I know this kind of extremist organization is very hard to be threatened."

Hansen agreed, "Yes, but if this David is really a member of the clown organization, I am afraid he is also a fanatic. It is difficult for such a person to open his mouth."

Yang Cheng gave him a dissatisfied look, "I believe you can pry anyone's mouth open."

Hansen touched the back of his head embarrassedly, "But right now we still have to find the killer. After all, he is threatening the life of the boss. After the danger is removed, is it better for us to consider David's affairs?"

Yang Cheng was finally not disturbed by anger. Knowing that Hansen's suggestion was the best choice, he would naturally not refuse, "Do as you say~"

Things are going in a good direction Yang Cheng's nervous mood also eased, took a few big mouthfuls of the water glass, and just saw the TV hanging on the wall, playing news about Xiaobei. Quickly pick up the remote control and turn up the volume.

This is a BBC news review section. At this time, I am commenting on a news item in The Sun. The target is Beckham, the former national icon of the United Kingdom. The host said to the guests and audience in a mocking tone, "God, "The Sun" The newspaper’s attack on Beckham escalated again. The newspaper directly used the word “shameless” to describe David Beckham. Let’s take a look at what happened:

It turned out to be criticizing Beckham for refusing to use his money for public welfare, and participating in some charitable activities just to gain praise for the jazz title. After missing the jazz title, he used swear words to scold the jury and other scandals.

Now, the "Sun" has begun to portray David Beckham as a stubborn person who flattered Queen Elizabeth. "

Yang Cheng watched for a while before she figured out what was going on. At the same time, she felt speechless for Xiaobei's public relations team. She had to stop flattering, right? The trouble has just been smoothed out on the front foot, and the heat has not completely dissipated, and now it has jumped out to do something. Is this because the nationality of Xiaobei is too high?

In fact, it doesn't matter in normal times. Isn't it just a few more tweets to congratulate the Queen’s birthday and congratulate Elizabeth on becoming the longest ruler of the United Kingdom? It's no big deal, but under the deliberate interpretation of "The Sun", the more you look at it, the more it looks like flattering.

Moreover, based on Yang Cheng's understanding of Xiaobei, he was really capable of doing this, but it had nothing to do with him. Anyway, he had already helped, so he didn't care if he continued to die.

After losing interest, Yang Cheng was about to turn off the TV and go to sleep to replenish energy. As a result, the next news aroused his great attention.