Chapter 543： : Return

When Basong got off the car, he saw that the restaurant was surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside, and there were tourists pointing at the side.

It was nothing more than horror that a gunfight had taken place!

I heard that a lot of people died there.

Bassong came to the scene surrounded by several high-level officials.

Tsk tsk tsk... horrible!

There were at least 10 corpses inside. Ni Kun was lying on the table, bleeding from the corner of his mouth, full of disbelief. To the end of his life, he couldn't believe that Searle had betrayed him. Why? In the end is why!

And Mary is even worse, there are at least twenty bullets on her body, which are all dented!

"More than 200 shell casings were found at the scene, most of which were 9mm bullets. The preliminary prediction was that it was an Ingram light submachine gun." Someone nearby reported to him, "And the dead are Ni Kun and the main members of his group."

Bassong already knew who the deceased was, so don't the buyers and sellers know what they are selling?

It's just that other people don't know, so I have to pretend to be surprised, and frowned, "Rush against black people?"

"It's very likely so."

Bassong frowned, and cursed at the person in charge of the Chao Phraya River area next to him, "In your jurisdiction, you didn't respond at all. Could it be that you have a toilet on your head?"

The person in charge was sweating profusely, submissive.

"Find out for me why he came here, who he contacted before he came, and find out for me. How many times has this happened? If you don't want to do it, get the **** out of here." Basong scolded his mother with a black face, Turning around to leave, there happened to be a reporter outside who knew him, so he immediately knew that this was big news, and rushed to hand over the microphone.

"Mr. Bassoon, who is the deceased?"

"Mr. Bassong, what do you think about the successive shootings?"

"Basong..."

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Basong didn't say anything, just drove with a gloomy face, leaving everyone else in the car, only him and the driver in the car.

This time, as soon as the door was closed, oh shit, the air suddenly became much quieter, but the expression on his face was still stiff, and he couldn't laugh out loud!

Actors are not those stars, but politicians. The self-cultivation of actors is not just written by Stanislavsky. This industry began when human beings had classes.

Bassong hides his psychological excitement very well.

After driving out and rounding a bend, he raised his head and looked at himself reflected in the mirror. His face was flushed and confident. He took out his mobile phone and called Tang Dao.

As soon as the other party answered, Ba Song smiled and said, "Tang, thank you very much for your support of our work."

"I'm sorry." Tang Dao's voice was drawn out, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"?? Didn't you do it? Ni Kun and the others are dead." Ba Song asked.

Tang Dao said solemnly, "No, I don't know, but my staff should have seen him and called the police. You know, we remember criminals clearly, and obeying the law is the right way. But he is really dead? Impossible, is the law and order so bad now?"

Bassong's face darkened, this **** obviously wanted to clean up the behavior inside, and he didn't admit it!

Didn't you say that you want the other party to report it? How to play now? Could it be that it was reported by an insider? Damn it, this **** must have gotten more benefits in it, so he doesn't care about it anymore.

Bassong's guess was accurate.

Tang Dao received 270 million US dollars! This sum of money is too eye-catching, and this caring person can see clearly the tricks in it at a glance. He originally planned to exaggerate the plan, but he rejected it. He didn't plan to stay here for a long time, so there was not much need.

On the contrary, this money made Tang Dao's capital chain much more abundant at once.

Is there anything more reassuring than having money in your hands?

"Hey, hello..." Basong called a few times, but the other party had hung up the phone long ago, he was a little angry now, why did he seem to be a firefighter? And it was a one-off, which made Basong very tired, he smashed the mobile phone on the seat, and scolded Jufake.

Tang Dao, who was on the other end, threw the phone to Ma Zai smartly, holding a cigar in his right hand, and grabbed Serre, "You are the most tired this time, I won't let your hard work be in vain." With that said, snapped his fingers, Leacock put the black suitcase in his hand on the table, and opened his hands.

Inside are stacks of green coins.

"These are all yours." Tang Dao smiled with his legs crossed, "Here is 800,000 US dollars, your hard work."

He doesn't like to eat alone, but he can get 500,000 for 270 million US dollars. Of course, Tang has his own ideas. No one would dislike too much money, right? But if you let Searle know that he has so many, you may not have any other ideas, so the 500,000 is just right.

Sure enough, Searle's eyes were full of light, and he couldn't even move away.

Tang Dao likes people who have ideas about money. If you are not interested in money, what are you interested in? Is it ideal?

He patted Serre on the shoulder and stood up, "Okay, don't bother you, I'll go first."

"I...I'll see you off." Searle hurriedly retracted his eyes and said quickly.

"No, just watch them."

Tang Dao pointed at the suitcase, Naser blushed, but still sent the other party out, waved his hand reluctantly after getting into the car, and when the car ran away, he ran back screaming and couldn't help picking up the bag inside. He was very excited, but suddenly he seemed to hear some sound, the ticking sound was very clear and subtle, panting suspiciously, he looked around the box.

After Tang Dao got into the car, he asked the driver to find a location, drove for about forty or fifty meters, then stopped, opened the window, smoked a cigar, squinted his eyes, and looked at his watch. There was a sound, a burst of ground shaking, and then a mushroom cloud emerged from the place where Searle was not far away, and a group of flames burst into flames all of a sudden.

"Okay, it's over, let's go." Tang Dao threw the cigar out of the window and closed the window and said.

He had someone put a small bomb under the box in advance, about the size of a wire board, fixed it, and the timer on it would start as soon as someone touched the money.

This 270 million US dollars is too much, even if a little bit of people know it is not good, Tang Dao can be regarded as the most benevolent to him, sending him on the road with 500,000 yuan, this scene should be grand enough, even the cemetery may be saved.

"Boss, the flight ticket for tonight has been booked." The little angel sitting in the co-pilot said to Tang Dao.

Tang Dao nodded, "What about the others?"

"The flight has already been chartered This place can't stay for a long time. I originally came here to do business, but the business didn't work out, and the buyer was killed. Of course, it's not like I didn't get anything. At least the next working capital is earned.

Tang Dao responded, and picked up a copy of "Les Miserables" in the car. He liked the famous quotes on it.

"Human wisdom holds three keys, one to unlock numbers, one to unlock letters, and one to unlock musical notes. Knowledge, thought, and fantasy are among them." But Tang Dao always felt that there should be an additional sentence in it, which can open Money Mode! Krypton gold, recharge money, your life will be whatever you want. (Respect the law! Respect others!).

Or maybe another sentence: "You should believe that you are a strong person in life."

This should be said by a rich man.

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