Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 134 Gift (Whether Ding Qing kills him or not, forget it, just write it according to my idea, so as to fulfill their brotherhood)

Author: Zhu Bajie who pursues dreams

Chapter 134 Gift (Whether Ding Qing kills him or not, forget it, just write it according to my idea, so as to fulfill their brotherhood)

"Gifts? What! You all have learned to bring me gifts now!"

Long Island, New York, on the roof of a high-rise mansion near the beach,

A penthouse duplex worth tens of millions of dollars, comes with a large top-floor infinity swimming pool.

From above, the water in the swimming pool seems to merge with the sea and sky.

Tang Song was wrapped in a bath towel, lying lazily on the beach chair, drinking freshly squeezed ice-cold orange juice, and watching the two women playing in the swimming pool.

In the swimming pool, Fox and Skye, who had not seen each other for a long time, were soaking in the swimming pool wearing three-point swimsuits, doing backstroke and butterfly stroke from time to time, playing and fighting in various ways.

By the swimming pool, Zheng Da En was wearing a black and white Gothic maid outfit, and she was arrogantly using a juicer to squeeze fresh orange juice for Boss Tang.

"Boss, now the chairman, vice chairman and several directors of Kinmen Group have been dealt with!

But Ding Qingren, the third person in the Kinmen Group, is in prison..."

In a safe house of the Assassin Brotherhood in Seoul, Sloan held a satellite phone in his hand and paced the room.

"Why, can't we deal with it if we are in prison?"

Listening to Tang Song's voice on the other end of the phone, Sloan replied to the phone:

"Boss, Ding Qing is an overseas Chinese, I consider you...

Now that all the top executives of the Kinmen Group are dead, can we consider finding an agent in South Korea?"

There was no sound on the other end of the phone. Sloan put the satellite phone to his ear, held his breath, and waited quietly for Boss Tang's reply.

Beside the infinity pool, Tang Song put the satellite phone aside and reached out to hug Zheng Daoen, who was putting ice cubes in freshly squeezed orange juice.

Holding Zheng Daen in a Gothic maid outfit, and holding her with one hand, Boss Tang took out a simple-looking gold coin with the other hand.

Throwing it up casually, the gold coin rolled in the air and fell into the palm of his hand. Tang Song clenched his fists.

"On one side are flowers and on the other side are heads!

Guess, there will be a reward if you guess right!"

"What reward?" Zheng Daoen, dressed as a Gothic maid, squirmed in Tang Song's arms and stared curiously at Tang Song's clenched fists.

"You guess first, and I'll tell you after you guess!"

Tang and Song held Zheng Daen's hand and wandered around, exploring the secrets of the Gothic maid in steampunk.

"flower!"

Zheng Daen's face turned red, and he pursed his lips and hummed.

"What a pity, it's a human head!" Tang Song smiled, spread his hands, and in the palm of his hand, there was a gold coin in excellent condition.

The head of a king wearing a crown looks upward.

"Ugh!"

Because of the evil hands of some people, Zheng Duoen couldn't care less about any reward or not, and collapsed into the arms of Tang and Song Dynasty.

"Hey!" Tang Song stood up, picked up Zheng Duoen, and picked up the satellite phone beside him:

"Send the message to Ding Qing and ask him to come to New York to meet me. If he doesn't agree, kill him directly!"

Throwing away the satellite phone, Boss Tang carried Zheng Daoen directly into the room.

In the swimming pool, Skye and Fox, who were playing, saw this scene and exchanged glances with each other.

Soon I went ashore and entered the house...

……………

Dongbu Detention Center, Songpa-gu, Seoul.

During the break time, Ding Qing, who was wearing an orange prison uniform, held a newspaper and sat quietly on a bench reading the newspaper in the sun.

Around him, seven or eight tall prisoners were vigilantly guarding their surroundings.

As the leading Yakuza organization in South Korea, the director of the Kinmen Group is, not surprisingly, also the next president of the Kinmen Group.

Ding Qing's treatment in the detention center was naturally different from that of ordinary prisoners, even when he first entered the detention center.

The warden of the Eastern Detention Center personally went to his single cell to visit him.

"Hey Xiba! It's time to crack down on gangsters again. Do those bastards at the Blue House have nothing to do?"

Looking at the contents of the newspaper, Ding Qing threw the newspaper to the ground and stomped on it.

"stop!"

At this time, a thin man wearing an orange prison uniform walked from the side to the bench where Ding Qing was sitting.

Several people from the Kinmen Group on the periphery quickly stopped him.

During this period, senior executives of the Kinmen Group were killed one after another, so Li Zicheng specially arranged for a group of the most capable people from the Kinmen Group to enter the detention center to protect his eldest brother.

If it weren't for the device in the prison that detects mutants,

Ding Qing also insisted that he would spend a lot of money to arrange for a group of mutant bodyguards to come in.

"伱! Come here!"

Ding Qing waved, and several thugs from the Kinmen Group placed the thin man in front of Ding Qing's bench.

Several people kept their eyes on him, and if he made any dangerous move, they would immediately pounce on him.

"Ha!" Ding Qing took off his glasses, breathed in front of the mirror, took out a glasses cloth from his pocket and wiped the lenses.

"Nai, what's the matter?"

The thin man kept bowing and nodding towards Ding Qing.

"Someone asked me to give you a message. If you are not involved in that matter, go to New York. If you are involved,... just..."

The thin man hesitated for a long time without saying the next words.

"That's it?" Ding Qing finished wiping his glasses and looked at the spotless lenses under the sun. His eyes stared straight at the thin man.

The thin man's legs weakened when he looked at him with ferocious eyes, "He, they asked you to prepare the coffin, boss, this, this is not what I said, it is what they asked me to pass on..."

"Ah Xiba!"

When several thugs from the Kinmen Group heard what the thin man said, they all rolled up their sleeves and prepared to teach this guy a lesson.

"Okay, here's a messenger, don't make things difficult for him!"

Ding Qing stood up and stretched out towards the sun.

"Yeah, it's finally over! Inform the people in the legal department of the group that I will be released from prison tomorrow and ask them to go through the bail procedures!"

"Yes! Boss!"

……………

Early the next morning, at the gate of the Eastern Detention Center in Seoul, a row of black Hyundai cars parked on the roadside of the prison.

A group of bodyguards in black suits greeted him at the door.

clang!

The prison door opened, and after two prison guards sent Ding Qing out,

Seeing dozens of people standing outside, the door slammed shut again with a clang.

“The weather is nice today!”

Ding Qing stretched out his hand, wanting to hug someone familiar. He glanced around, but couldn't find the familiar figure.

"Where is that guy Zicheng? What are you busy with? He has to be absent from such an important event as eldest brother's release from prison!"

Ding Qing said half-jokingly, but when he saw a group of subordinates from the Kinmen Group in black suits in front of him lowered their heads.

His expression suddenly changed!

"Where is Zicheng!?"

Ding Qing looked at a group of subordinates who bowed their heads and said nothing. He stepped forward and grabbed one of them, grabbing him by the collar and asking.

"Director Lee was killed! Also with him was Section Chief Jiang from the Seoul Metropolitan Police Department!"

Ding Qing's face was ashen, he gritted his teeth, loosened his collar, and patted his shoulder.

"clang!"

He turned around and kicked the door of the car next to him. The door of the black Hyundai car was instantly dented.

"Let's go! Go back to the group building!"

Ding Qing took the suit jacket from his subordinate and put it on him.

The men on the side quickly opened the car door for him.

…………

"Wen Xi, what happened? Who killed Zicheng, and why did he die together with Jiang?"

In the car, Ding Qing finally couldn't hold back the anger in his heart and punched the seat in front of him.

Sitting next to Ding Qing is his Chinese lawyer,

It was also his confidant Yang Wenxi who waited quietly for Ding Qing to vent his emotions before adjusting his glasses and telling him the whole story.

"Zicheng was shot dead together with the chief of the Seoul Metropolitan Police Department's Investigation Planning Section in an abandoned factory in the southern suburbs of Seoul.

The Metropolitan Police wanted to hide the news, but our insider found out and passed the news to us!"

"I hired hackers to attack the Seoul Metropolitan Police Department's database,"

Yang Wenxi glanced at Ding Qing hesitantly.

As Ding Qing's confidant, he was well aware of the friendship between Ding Qing and Li Zicheng, but there was certainly no way he could hide this matter from Ding Qing.

"Zicheng is an undercover agent of the Metropolitan Police Department!"

After Yang Wenxi said this, he carefully observed Ding Qing's expression.

Undercover!?

Ding Qing's expression was a little astonished, and then his expression was complicated. Suspicion, resentment, surprise, relief, and mixed emotions flashed across his face.

"Who killed Zicheng?"

"Judging from the police bullet mark analysis report, it is the same person who killed President Zhang!"

Yang Wenxi paused for a moment: "In addition to Li Zicheng, his deputy Shi Wu is also an undercover agent of the Metropolitan Police Department. I have already put people under control. What do you think should be done?"

"Old rule, throw it into the sea and plant lotus flowers!"

Ding Qing looked out the window without blinking...

Yang Wenxi nodded and called someone directly to handle it.

The so-called planting of lotus is to put people into gasoline barrels, fill them with cement, and throw them into the sea.

This is a method often used by the Kinmen Group's handlers, leaving the Metropolitan Police Department with no place to look.

……………

Cheongdam-dong, a famous wealthy area in Seoul, is also a famous commercial center in Seoul.

Countless upper-class tycoons, businessmen and film and television stars live here, symbolizing wealth and power.

There are many fashionable shopping malls, bars, and cafes here, and many South Korean celebrities have purchased homes near Cheongdam-dong.

The combination of fashion and wealth has made Cheongdam-dong the premier prime real estate location in Seoul and even South Korea.

No one would have imagined that a killer's safe house would be set up in a place like this.

Ju Ziyun sat on the sofa with a pale face, looking at the brightly lit night scene outside.

"Uncle, it seems you are very afraid of your boss!"

Goo Ja-yoon's originally rosy lips turned pale and chapped, and her voice became hoarse.

The poison of the skeleton demon has spread to her whole body,

Even if Sloan has used the methods taught in the Tang and Song Dynasties to suppress the spread of poison.

However, her body was so weak that it was difficult to stand up.

Ju Ziyun's eyes were still bright, and he looked back at Sloan with mocking eyes.

"You can't guess the boss!" Sloan wore a scarf and carried various foods from the kitchen to the dining table.

But most of them are Western food such as sandwiches, burgers, and fried steaks.

After putting all the food on the table, Sloan pushed Ju Ziyun in a wheelchair to the table.

"Uncle, are you planning to give me as a gift to your boss?

Tell me, does he want to use me as an experiment or is he just a pornographic woman?"

Looking at the madness revealed in Goo Ja Yoon’s innocent big eyes,

Sloan nodded to her gently and said, "I think the boss will like your personality!

Cherish it, if the boss is satisfied with you, for you, it will be like a mortal getting the key to the kingdom of God!"

Ju Ziyun looked at the enthusiastic Sloan and shuddered inexplicably.

At this time, the doorbell rang.

Sloan walked over, listened to the three long and one short ringing sounds of the doorbell, and opened the door.

"Take care of this little girl and eat. Make some medicine in the bathtub. After eating, give her a bath..."

Sloan opened the door, and what came in was an ordinary-looking South Korean aunt.

She nodded towards Sloan, walked over, skillfully put a napkin around Ju Ziyun's neck, and started feeding her!

Sloan looked at it for a while, then turned and left the room, walked to the door, took out the key, and opened the door.

…………

In a large apartment with four bedrooms and two living rooms, Sloan did not turn on the lights and went directly to the study room with the light coming from the window.

In front of the bookshelf, Sloan took out a copy of "The Count of Monte Cristo" and pressed the switch inside. The entire row of bookshelves slid to both sides, revealing a dazzling array of weapons inside.

Various types of pistols, submachine guns, and sniper rifles were hung on the shelves.

There are daggers and fire axes hanging on both sides, cold weapons like this

This weapons rack even has less popular weapons like crossbows.

Sloan skillfully began to check the maintenance level of these things on the weapon rack and the loading status...

This is a habit he has developed over the years. Whenever he arrives at a safe house, the first thing he does is check the escape route and the weapons stored in the safe house.

"Dingle bell!"

Just as Sloan pushed out the bullets in the magazine of a pistol to check, his mobile phone suddenly rang.

Sloan took out his cell phone and looked at the unfamiliar South Korean number on it! He answered the call.

"Aniha Sai! Are you from Boss Tang? I am Ding Qing!"

"President Ding! Hello! It seems you have made up your mind!"

Sloan put the pistol back into the rack and walked out of the study with his cell phone.

"I don't know why Boss Tang is free. I want to visit him in New York!"

In front of the Obstetrics and Gynecology Department of Asan Hospital in Seoul, Ding Qing was walking in the corridor with his mobile phone.

Several computer experts from the Golden Gate Group in black suits were constantly tracking his mobile phone signal on their laptops.

"Our boss means that he will welcome President Ding at any time these two days!"

At night, several men came out of the ward to fetch water and accompany them,

When the nurses on duty saw these strong men in black suits, they were so scared that they all wanted to run against the wall!

"Then I will definitely prepare a big gift for Boss Tang. After all, without you, I wouldn't have been able to take the position of president so easily!

By the way, thanks to you helping me to unplug the hidden thread of the police station around me!"

"President Ding is too polite, it's just the right time!"

After hanging up the phone and walking to the window at the end of the hospital corridor, Ding Qing looked through the glass at his indescribable face reflected in the glass, and suddenly grinned.

"Have you found his location?"

Ding Qing turned around and looked at several computer experts in the group.

Each of them shook their heads, and one of them bravely replied: "The call time is too short, and the other party's mobile phone has a signal encryption program, so it is difficult to locate!"

"Forget it!" Ding Qing waved his hand: "You go back first, I will be alone for a while!"

In the silent hospital corridor, Ding Qing was alone, sitting a little decadently on the floor of the corridor with his collar open.

Da da da…

The sound of footsteps made Ding Qing, whose eyes were bloodshot, raise his head.

At the end of the corridor, Yang Wenxi opened the corridor door and walked in with his briefcase.

"Brother, we have made arrangements. We have passports and tickets for tomorrow. We can transfer to the hospital and go to *country early tomorrow morning!"

Ding Qing took off a gold Rolex watch from his wrist and threw it to Yang Wenxi

"Wen Xi, you also follow her back to China, give this to her, and say it is my gift to my future nephew!"

Yang Wenxi reached out to catch the gold watch and said with some hesitation: "Brother, is it worth it?"

"Axi, there's so much nonsense, get out of here tomorrow and take good care of Zicheng's wife and children!"

"I'm not bound to die. Are you ready?"

Yang Wenxi nodded: "I got it on the black market! But I'm afraid this thing won't pass the security check!"

"Then take the money and pack it up with the chess teacher Zicheng. I promised to give Boss Tang a big gift!"

(End of chapter)