Global wasteland: I am as good as a god with a machine

When Wu Mian saw that Jiang Mei'er had revealed his purpose, he did not pretend, but showed a smile: "You are a smart person. It is very comfortable to deal with you. At least I won't be tired."

Jiang Meier maintained a moderate smile, "I really want to know what the two of you want to talk to me about after spending such a high price of tickets to come here."

"Supply, I have a batch of high-purity goods in hand, which I can sell to you at a very low price."

Wu Mian sipped the whiskey in his glass and put his handbag on the coffee table: "I know that this kind of business is popular here in Jiangjunwei. I can sell it to you at a price that is 20% lower than the cost price. As for how to get rid of it, it is

It’s your own business.”

"Below cost?"

Jiang Meier generously picked up the handbag, saw the contents inside, poked it with a toothpick, and then tasted it in her mouth: "You should know that the reason why this thing is so profitable is because of its low cost and high price.

I'm curious, why did you choose to find me instead of dispersing the goods yourself?"

Wu Mian responded with a calm and unpretentious attitude: "Gangs are rampant in the capital. If you worship at the wrong temple or eat the incense of other gods, you will lose your head. We are just passing the God of Wealth, and in this

There are no friends on the road, even if you make less money, it is much better than dying on money."

"I've seen a lot of people who lick blood with the tip of a knife and take chestnuts from the fire. It's really rare for people to be sober like you."

Jiang Meier stared at Wu Mian's handsome face for a moment, then picked up the handbag on the table: "Do you mind if I take the sample away?"

Wu Mian made a please gesture: "Of course not, I still have a lot of this thing in my hand."

"You can order whatever you want to eat or drink, and the rest of the consumption is mine."

Jiang Meier left a word, then picked up her handbag, leaving behind a graceful figure.

Shen Jiahong picked up the wine glass: "Brother Ninth, do you think they will cooperate with us?"

"This wine is expensive, and pouring it into your body's reservoir is a waste."

Wu Mian snatched the wine glass from Shen Jiahong's hand: "A large part of the drug market in Kyoto is controlled by the Wolf King Society. If we suddenly come to the door with bulk goods, they will definitely be alert. As for cooperation or not, and

unimportant."

Before Wu Mian could finish his glass of wine, a burly man walked up to him and said, "Boy, Mr. Jiang said it's not convenient to talk here, so he wants to invite you two to talk upstairs. Is it possible for you two?"

"Of course, that's what we're here for."

Wu Mian put down his wine glass and, under the leadership of the strong man, quickly reached the second floor of the bar.

Jiang Meier's office is not luxuriously decorated, there are not too many electronic products, it just has a sofa and a desk, and it looks like it has a strong business atmosphere.

When the two parties met for the second time, Jiang Meier obviously lost her polite attitude just now. She sat behind the desk and tapped the handbag on the table with her fingers: "Two gentlemen, I just checked the quality of the goods. For your hands?

I'm very interested in this batch, but before we can continue talking, I need to find out where they come from."

"This doesn't seem to affect our deal, does it?"

Wu Mian sat on the sofa opposite his desk and responded lazily: "You receive the goods and I sell them. This is a very simple matter."

Jiang Meier smiled and picked up the cigarette case on the table: "Yes, it was originally a very simple thing, but I am very curious about what it means that you brought the goods of the Wolf King Club to Jiangjunwei to sell them.

"

"You said this batch of goods belongs to you?"

Shen Jiahong suddenly became interested: "How did you confirm it?"

Jiang Meier exhaled a puff of smoke: "You two, you are the ones who should answer the question now."

"Bang!"

The entrance to the office and the two doors in the room opened at the same time, and four strong men poured into the room with guns in their hands, pointing the guns at Wu Mian and Wu Mian on the sofa.

When Shen Jiahong saw the four people rushing into the house, a smile broke out on his face: "Hey, it's still a Hongmen Banquet."

Wu Mian also shook his head at Jiang Mei'er: "I advise you to calm down and let these people leave. Let's talk calmly, otherwise people will die here."

A strong man threatened: "Nonsense! If you don't answer the questions honestly, only corpses will come out!"

Shen Jiahong saw Jiang Meier staring at them with unkind eyes and scratched his nose: "Brother Ninth, do you need to leave two for you to recover?"

Wu Mian reached out and took it out in his arms: "Forget it."

A strong man mistakenly thought that Wu Mian was about to take out a gun and pointed his finger at the safety: "Hey! What the hell are you going to do..."

The roar of the strong man stopped suddenly.

Jiang Meier was sitting opposite, and for a moment she felt that she must have been dazzled, because Shen Jiahong beside Wu Mian seemed to have disappeared in an instant.

Before she could react to the sudden change, the sounds of corpses falling to the ground were heard one after another. The four strong men who looked so fierce just now all fell to the ground.

A touch of coldness touched Jiang Mei'er's neck. She looked at the mirror on the table and saw Shen Jiahong behind her, as well as a knife attached to her neck. Her red lips trembled: "You are synthetics, how could you pass through the door?"

Security check?!”

Shen Jiahong saw Jiang Meier's arm that was covered by the table tremble slightly, and a flash of ridicule flashed in his eyes: "Stop what you are doing, all communications here have been blocked, and your distress signal cannot be sent out of this room."

"Gulu!"

Jiang Mei'er swallowed, and beads of sweat appeared on her beautiful cheeks.

She has seen synthetics, but she has never seen synthetics like Shen Jiahong who have full-body combat modules and only exist for killing.

To ordinary people, Shen Jiahong is already an existence beyond cognition and an omnipotent god.

"I told you before that if you let them quit, we will have a happy ending."

Wu Mian took out the cigarette case from his pocket and lit it with a familiar gesture: "You just said that this batch of goods is in your hands?"

Jiang Meier's pretty face was already full of fear: "Can you please don't kill me!"

Shen Jiahong exerted force on his arm, and the blade cut Jiang Meier's fair skin: "You are not qualified to negotiate terms."

"This batch of goods is indeed produced by the Wolf King Society."

Jiang Meier glanced at a corpse on the ground: "When our security captain here inspected the goods, he tasted that this batch of goods contained our specially added ingredients."

Wu Mian nodded with satisfaction: "In other words, I can find the buyer's information from you."

"I'm just the manager of the Wild Wolf Bar. I'm not responsible for the drug business. I don't know much about it. Only Yan Weicheng, the delivery person, knows the buyer's information."

As a social butterfly, Jiang Meier is very good at observing people's emotions. Without waiting for Wu Mian to ask, she took the initiative and said: "Monday, Wednesday and Friday every week are the days when the Wolf King gathers bulk goods. He will take action tonight and leave."

It should be the road south of the surrounding village."

Wu Mian showed a smile: "Thank you."

Jiang Meier was horrified by Wu Mian's smile: "Can you... not kill me?"

"In order to reduce society's fear of synthetics and cause unnecessary trouble, we rarely reveal the identity of synthetics."

Shen Jiahong traced Jiang Meier's cheek with his fingers and brought his face to her ear: "Then what should we do now that our identities have been exposed?"