My Little Mom is the Richest

The off-road vehicle was driving very hard just now, and it didn't stop until it was about to hit the boulder. There is a deep car mark behind the car.

Wang Fuqu, who stopped the car, took out another cigar from his arms. He always smoked a cigarette before and after every murder, and he always carried his beloved Huangting Tower with him, but he didn't bring it with him this time. , only a box of Cuban cigars given by others.

Reluctantly smoking a cigar whose taste is not suitable for me is just a matter of habit. The middle-aged head of household in the back seat looked around outside the window and saw that the scene outside was not the way he came in.

The cold wind stung his face. The middle-aged head of the household realized what was wrong and said with a trembling smile, "Mr. Wang, this doesn't seem to be the way to the airport. Let's get to the airport early."

"Otherwise, I'll be sorry if I delay your rest time." Pretending to be calm, Wang Fuqu turned her head to look at him with a sneer on her lips.

"After thinking about it, I still think I shouldn't take you to the airport. The power behind that girl is quite strong, and there is no guarantee that you will be found. Wouldn't it be bad if you couldn't control your mouth and revealed us."

The sneer was fixed in the eyes of the householder, and cold sweat broke out on his face. A silenced pistol was pressed against his forehead, and Wang Fuqu, who was holding a cigar in the other hand, took a deep drag on the cigar in his hand.

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

A soft sound came from the car, and the middle-aged head of the household was lying in a pool of blood. A slightly larger wound opened between his eyebrows, killing him with one blow. Perhaps the middle-aged head of the household had already lost consciousness before he even felt the pain.

The cigar in his hand has burned out, and the only sound on the cliff is the whistling of the wind and the roar of the Land Rover. A corpse was pushed to the bottom of the cliff, and it took a full seven or eight seconds before an echo was heard from below.

Wang Fuqu drove from the edge of the cliff back to downtown Suzhou. It was already two o'clock in the morning when she returned to the resort villa where she lived. The lights in the villa are all on. This is Wang Fuqu's habit. Every time he goes out, he will ask 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 no one was with him here. Wang Fuqu felt a little warm in his heart when he saw the light.

An old-fashioned computer in the room was still humming. It was hard to believe that there was such an old desktop computer in such a luxurious villa. The servants of the villa have no right to enter here, so naturally they don't know that there is such a thing inside.

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

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

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