Golden Greenery

"Give me your phone." There was no emotion in Zhuo Yang's tone, no anger or indifference.

Beverly Deng hurriedly took out her mobile phone from the Saint Laurent tassel crossbody bag and handed it to Zhuoyang without daring to ask anything.

Taking the phone, Zhuo Yang put on his customized Hugo Boss hooded windbreaker and picked up the keys on the table. "You stay here, don't do anything, don't move anything, and wait for me to come back."

Beverly nodded desperately, her tears never stopping from beginning to end. Until long after Zhuoyang left the room, she sat on the sofa without daring to move, maintaining a stiff body posture.

A long time passed before Beverly held her face and burst into tears. She had been shedding tears just now, but she didn't dare to cry out.

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Jeff Benoit was very proud. After putting on his jacket, he smoothed his messy hair in front of the dirty mirror in the bathroom, which made him look more energetic. Benoit was proud because he knew that he could always accurately control Beverly's pulse. He knew that although she sometimes looked aggressive, she was actually a weak woman on the inside.

No, within a few hours, she had the money ready and sent me a text message.

——I'm outside your hotel. I brought the money. Come out and get it.

Haha, this little girl knows that if she comes in and gives me money, I will definitely let me press her on the bed, haha. However, this little girl's body is really fascinating.

Oh, forget it, let's go our separate ways with Beverly after getting the money this time. After all, she is different from a mouse like me who was abandoned by both God and Satan. She will become one of those superior people. When I go back this time, I will go to the Sonic boss to beg for mercy and see if I can take care of a place or half a street for him. I don’t know if Boss Sonic still remembers me. Three years ago, I fought with him and the Turkish gang over territory...

Benoit pouted again and looked at his dark teeth, then walked out of the small hotel room with satisfaction and closed the door.

——As expected of a woman from the 17th arrondissement of Paris, she is very courageous and dares to go out alone so late at night.

Benoit said to himself as he walked out of the narrow door of the small hotel and looked at the dark and deserted small street at the door. The 17th arrondissement is an area where North African immigrants gather in the north of Paris. It is famous for having the worst public security in Paris. Beverly, Scar Ribery and Wasiba are all from the 17th arrondissement.

However, there was no Beverly or anyone on the street. Benoit looked left and right again. The cold wind swept across the street, picking up scraps of paper on the ground. The nearby street lights were dim. There was no one in sight, only a frightened black wild cat hurried past.

Apart from that, there is only Benoit himself.

There was also a black Opel parked on the roadside.

After waiting for a moment, Benoit took out his cell phone and dialed Beverly. Immediately, the cell phone ringtone of "ding ding ding" came from the black Opel. Benoit was stunned and hung up the phone hesitantly. The black Opel also became quiet.

Benoit picked up the phone again and dialed Beverly. The ringtone came from the Opel car again.

Benoit held up his mobile phone and slowly walked towards the car step by step, getting closer and closer. There were no lights in the car, and the situation inside the car could not be clearly seen through the windows, but... there seemed to be a mobile phone flashing above the dashboard.

Jeff Benoit came closer little by little and looked hard through the car window. He slowly, slowly approached the car window.

‘Bang! ! ’ The driver’s door suddenly opened violently, and Benoit was hit in the face by the door. He almost fell headlong with stars in his eyes. Struggling to stand up straight, Benoit looked at the tall man with a windbreaker and a hood covering his head who stepped out of the car. He couldn't see his face clearly in the darkness.

Just as Benoit was about to curse, Zhuoyang hit him in the stomach with an uppercut, knocking all the dirty words back to his stomach. Benoit couldn't help but bend down under the severe pain, and couldn't even continue breathing.

A subsequent palm cut into Benoit's carotid artery. His last thought before he fell into coma was: Beverly has sent a killer to kill me...

Binding Benoit's hands and feet with a wide tape prepared in advance, Zhuoyang lifted him up and stuffed him into the trunk of the car, then started the black Opel sedan and left. A black wild cat tiptoed back to the place where it had just stayed. The small street was still calm and dim, as if nothing had happened.

The car drove towards the suburbs, the black car in the dark night like a ghost of the night.

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"I am sure that I am the wolf in sheep's clothing, and you are my prey, the lamb in my mouth..." Zhuo Yang's cell phone rang, and it was a call from the fat Raiola.

"Zhuoyang, I won't disturb your sweet dreams. I really can't help but tell you the good news. You know, just now, Tony West from Pepsi-Cola personally called and they have agreed to our proposal. The amount of endorsements. Hahahaha, how can he be my opponent..."

"Fat man, I have something to do at the moment." Zhuo Yang interrupted Raiola's excitement, which was obviously drunk. "Let's talk about it later. I want to lend you the place in the abandoned factory for a while. That's it, we'll talk about it later."

On the empty and wide road late at night, the black Opel didn't even exceed the speed limit. Zhuo Yang drove the car in a hurry to the abandoned factory he had seen with Fatty in the afternoon. He had thought of this plan before he came out from Beverly's place. The old factory was inaccessible during the day, and even the ghosts must not have dared to go there at night.

Not long after, the car arrived. Zhuo Yang found a small mound to park the car, turned off the lights, and carried Benoit through the weeds as high as a person and walked into the dilapidated factory building.

In fact, Benoit had already woken up halfway, but Zhuoyang was very skillful in binding Su Qin with the tape. He buckled Su Qin's back sword style with his hands up and down. His feet were first wrapped around the ankles, then pressed on the buttocks, and then tied to the thighs. together, and finally wrapped the tape around the mouth three times. Not to mention trying to find a way to escape, Benoit couldn't even move or speak.

These are the methods used by the military to bind prisoners in the past, except that the People's Liberation Army used backpack straps and shoelaces, and Zhuo Yang used tape.

‘Boom! ’ Benoit was thrown to the ground, causing dust to fly on the ground. The full moonlight shines into the factory through the half-collapsed roof and the remaining steel beams on the roof. Tiny dust particles fill the moonlight path, forming a passage that seems to lead to another world.

After touching his body, he didn't bring a knife. Zhuo Yang seemed to remember something. He fumbled in the pocket of Benoit's zongzi-like jacket, and sure enough there was a folding switchblade. It's just right, and it's just right to use it to cut through the bundled tape.

When Zhuoyang straightened up again and looked at the switchblade made in Switzerland with quite good quality in his hand with interest, Benoit, who had removed his restraints, also stood up from the ground. The lack of blood circulation made his legs a little numb. I had to tremble.

Zhuoyang slowly took off his hat and put it back behind his back. Benoit finally saw his attacker clearly. He knew Zhuoyang.

"Haha~haha~" Benoit actually laughed.