My Little Mom Is The Richest Man

The off-road vehicle drove a lot of horsepower just now, and it stopped when it was about to hit the boulder. Pull out a darker car mark from the back of the car.

When Wang Fuqu stopped the car, he took out another cigar from his arms. He always used to smoke a cigarette every time before and after killing, and he always carried his favorite Huangting Tower with him, but this time he didn’t bring it with him. , There is only one box of Cuban cigars given by others.

Reluctantly smoking this cigar which tastes unsuitable for oneself is also due to habit. The middle-aged head of the household in the back seat looked around and looked out the window, and saw that the outside scene was not the way to the time when he came in.

The cold wind blew a bit on his face, and realized that the middle-aged head of household was not good, his mouth tremblingly smiled, "Mr. Wang, this doesn't seem to be the way to the airport, let's go to the airport early."

"Otherwise, if you delay your rest time, I'll be upset." He pretended to be calm and knew it, Wang Fuqu turned his head to look at him, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

"I thought about it and I still feel that I won't send you to the airport. The power behind the girl is a little too big, and it is impossible to guarantee that she will find you. If you can't help but reveal us, wouldn't it be bad."

The sneer face freezes in the eyes of the head of the household, and cold sweat seeps out on his face. A silencer pistol was placed on his forehead, and Wang Fuqu, who was holding a cigar in the other hand, took a deep breath of the cigar in his hand.

The head of the household in front of him hurriedly said, "President Wang, you have to believe me! I will never betray you! I swear, I swear!" The head of the household, who has been soaked with sweat behind his back, just wanted to let Wang Fuqu let him go. Life.

A soft noise came from the car, and the middle-aged head of the household was lying in a pool of blood. A slightly larger wound exploded between his eyebrows, killing him with one blow. Maybe the middle-aged head of the household has lost consciousness before he feels the pain.

The cigar in his hand was burned out, and there was only a whirring sound on the cliff and the roar of the Land Rover. A corpse was pushed under the cliff, and it took a full seven or eight seconds to hear an echo from below.

Wang Fuqu drove from the edge of the cliff back to downtown Suzhou, and it was already two o'clock in the morning when he returned to the resort villa where he lived. The lights in the villa are all on. This is Wang Fuqu's habit. Every time he goes out, he asks the servant to turn on the lights in the room.

He didn't want to see a lifeless house when he came back, even if there was no one to accompany him, Wang Fuqu felt a little warm when he saw the light.

An old-fashioned computer in the room is still buzzing and humming. It's hard to be like an old desktop computer in such a luxurious villa. The servants of the villa have no right to enter here, and naturally they don't know that there is such a thing in it.

Only Wang Fuqu knew of its existence, and there was something like a mailbox on the lower right corner of the computer screen flashing. Wang Fuqu, who returned to the room, clicked on the thing, and then an interface popped up.

There is nothing above just a series of error codes. In the eyes of others, this should be because the computer is too old and there is a reading failure, but Wang Fuqu stared at the error code on it and looked at it carefully.

After that, he took the pen from his chest and took out a piece of paper from the drawer, and copied the wrong code somewhere on it. In three minutes, a line of words was written under the wrong code, "The mission has changed. Send the target to the Taiwang Temple in the Tibetan city."

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