Chapter 387

It's not surprising that Fang Jian couldn't find the ambushes along the way, because these ambushes are everywhere. The pedestrians on the street, the vendors who buy things, and even the teenagers who are humming songs are staring at them secretly.

This is a huge net. Once he comes in, there is no way out.

"You brought us in on purpose." Fang Jian is green with a face. He grits his teeth again. He is negligent. He thinks that the young man wants to escape from the crowded places when he goes downtown, but he doesn't expect that the other side does it on purpose.

"We can talk about it. I think we can talk about it." Song ye turned the muzzle of the gun and put the pistol back into his pocket.

Fang Jian looked at the hundreds of guns in the dark, so he had to wave to the people under his hand to stop. Even if song Ye was killed, they would have to be beaten into a beehive.

Now they have become prisoners. They are not familiar with the place of life in Shishi, and they are helpless at all.

But Fang Jian was not willing to admit defeat, so he was still calm at the moment, and his tone was not good. "Who are you?"

Song Ye looked back, satisfied with each other's gall color, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and his cold voice sounded slowly, "welcome to the headquarters of the night gang. I am song ye, the master here."

As if welcome guests to his home, song Ye's polite words can not find a trace of fault.

But the content of the words was like a thunderbolt, which roared in the ears of Fang Jian and others, which almost destroyed their souls and spirits.

What did she just say? This is the night Gang headquarters? She's the owner of the night Gang? She's the boss of the night Gang?

Fang Jian wants to laugh loudly at this moment. Is this little white face crazy? Is he playing family wine?

But looking around at the cold muzzle of the gun, all the people were silent and tacit. The corner of Fangjian's mouth pulled, but the smile was even worse than crying.

God's joke on him is too big.

It was not until Fang Jian was brought to the base not far away, where there was a unique design, and the guns and ammunition hung on the wall were called small ammunition depots. At this time, he had a deeper understanding of the strength of the night gang.

"Sit, don't be nervous, just drink tea to reminisce about the past." Song Ye sits behind a desk with his legs up and a friendly look.

square sword sits down, but the heart is Tucao, they only meet on the first day, make complaints about old love, and let alone talk about the old guns.

"The wise people don't speak in secret, but they are planted in the hands of your night gang. Since you don't want to kill me, you can tell me what conditions you have." Fang Jian is a smart man. He also sees that song Ye has no intention of killing him, so he goes straight to the point.

"Good. I like smart people very much. It's easy to talk." Song Ye knocked on the desktop and threw a document in his hand in the past. "I want to know how much do you know about the people on the list, how much goods do they have in their hands, and where do they come from?"

Fang Jian took the document and opened it. The first thing he saw was a familiar face, lesyu.

Turn back again, the characters on the materials let him see more and more frightened.

With a bang, he re overlapped the information. His face calmed down and began to disintegrate. "What's your purpose?" Originally, he thought song ye and lesyu had a cooperative relationship, but now it seems that things are not as simple as he imagined.

The young man's ambition is obviously much greater than he imagined.

"Fang Lao Da seems to have no knowledge of the rules. Now I has the final say. What you can do is I ask and you answer. " Song Ye's fingertip taps the table top, sends out a few crisp sounds, when talking, the complexion is light, but the murderous spirit in the eyes is surging out.

Fang Jian can be sure that the blood on his hands is no less than that of him.

At present, it's man-made who has no right to choose.

"Ha ha, what a reminiscence." Fang Jian showed a wry smile, took a deep breath, or tried to fight for it, "I told you, you let my brother go?"

Hearing this, song Ye picked up her eyebrows and appreciated his responsibility. "I don't need to move you. I just need you to help me finish this thing. When it's done, you will be released."

She said politely, but Fang Jian's face was not relaxed at all. "OK, I'll tell you all. I hope you can keep your word."

In fact, he knew that once the gap was opened, he would lose his credibility in the road, and there would be no more business coming to him. But now that the knife is on his neck, he can't help but say that he chooses the latter between money and life.

When I came out from the base, it was already 10:30 at night. The night wind in early autumn was cool, dry and pleasant.

Wang Tiechuan came out after Song Ye. When no one saw him, he narrowed his eyes into a slit. "Boss, it seems that this time I can follow you to do a good job." In order to stabilize the foundation of the stone market, they have been living in a snail's nest for too long. Wang Tiechuan is full of blood, waiting for song ye to make a move, and wants to fight in the front line again.

Song Ye looked at his excited appearance and said, "if you are too energetic, please help me to greet more than a dozen people in these days."greet? Wang Tiechuan eyes a bright, "boss, do you mean not to let people go?"

Song Ye nodded and looked back at Wang Tiechuan. He said meaningfully: "they are good at shooting. The night Gang needs talents in this field. The task of leaving them is to you. No matter what means, I only look at the final result."

With song ye for such a long time, Wang Tiechuan did not have this eyesight. He immediately nodded his head, such as pounding garlic, with a smile to guarantee, "don't worry, I will greet you well." Since the boss has given power to others, it is to do it casually, either by coercion or by inducement.

Song Ye is a person who makes the best use of everything. In the business of mixing black with black, it is a common thing to eat black. It is not her style to hold a high hand and let people go.

It's a pity that Fang Jian is a stranger. After eating the way of unfamiliar terrain tonight, song Ye Keng has no bones left.

Back home in the middle of the night, Yunhua is still holding the computer to work overtime. Seeing song ye back, she subconsciously looks up at the time.

"Why is it so late? Next time it's too late, let someone pick it up. It's not peaceful outside." Although she knows song Ye is powerful, Yunhua still subconsciously takes her as a child.

"Well, the company is very busy recently?" Song Ye walks over and pours a glass of water and a cup to Yunhua. After going to school, Yunhua let her concentrate on her studies and deal with many affairs by herself.

Yunhua in front of the computer frowned and rubbed his forehead. "Recently, I don't know who attacked our firewall every three days. Their upgrade reports are more and more day by day. I'm checking my opponent, I'm afraid that someone will take advantage of it."

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