Old Luo leisurely left the North Gate Commercial Street, entered a nearby alley, turned two corners, and walked into a dead end.
Standing in front of the old gray wall, his outstretched hand stopped on the wall, and he suddenly smiled.
"Come out, don't follow me."
A crisp clap sounded, and a man wearing a felt hat and an old black suit strolled into the alley.
"Tsk tsk, you do have some skills."
The five men standing behind him were all dressed in black suits.
Six automatic rifles were in their hands. Six men stood at the entrance of the dead end and blocked Old Luo's only escape route.
Looking at Old Luo who had no way to escape, the man smiled happily.
"When did you notice it?"
"Since you targeted me." Old Luo curled his lips. The shadow of the alley blocked the disdainful expression on his face.
"Oh?" The man raised his eyebrows with interest. "That's interesting. Anyone with a little bit of intelligence wouldn't be stupid enough to walk into a dead end … Or, are you lost? "
Old Luo laughed and didn't answer. Instead, he asked.
"Who sent you? The church? Manager Wan? Or the famous Ding Liuo? "
The man didn't answer. He only looked at Old Luo with a half-smile.
Seeing that the man didn't speak, Old Luo laughed.
"Wait … It wouldn't be the Tiger Clan, right?"
"Does it matter who it is?" The man said softly and snapped his fingers. "You only need to know that someone wants your life. That's enough."
The five gunmen behind the man all loaded their rifles and took half a step forward. The black muzzle pointed at Old Luo in the dead end and blocked all his escape routes.
"Good night." The man gently lowered the felt hat on his head and said with a hoarse voice. "Sweet dreams."
Old Luo smiled.
"Good night."
A dagger that was as thin as a scalpel slid down from his cuff and was caught between his fingers in a practiced manner.
Under the dim moonlight, the glimmer of a silver line was so imperceptible.
Like a light feather, or like the whisper of the Grim Reaper, that unfinished sentence was blown by the wind into the ears of the black-clothed man.
"You too, sweet dreams."
…
Pingan Street had fallen asleep, but the Pan-Asia Cooperation Building in the center was brightly lit.
In the dead silence of Shangjing, it was like a candle in the civilized world, flickering the last embers on the eve of the dark night.
In the conference room of the Pan-Asia Cooperation Building, where high-level Pan-Asia cabinet meetings were once held, the senior executives of the Shangjing Survivors Alliance once again held a meeting.
However, the nature of this meeting was somewhat different from the previous one. The number of people present was less than half of the previous one. They were all representatives of the forces working in the Pan-Asia Cooperation Building, such as Leader Ding, Manager Wan, etc.
Like Xu Tiannan, although he was the Archbishop of the Sect of the Tomb Guardians, the entire Sect of the Tomb Guardians migrated from Jiuquan after all. He could only be regarded as an outsider in Shangjing. Even if he was not weak, he still could not squeeze into the core circle of Pingan Street.
Mayor Liu sat at the conference table and sighed.
"The city gate tax of four crystals is still too high. The survivors have reacted strongly. The city hall received a thousand letters of complaint today."
Of all the people sitting here, as the mayor, he was probably the one with the least power.
The reason why he, a powerless person, was pushed to the position of mayor was probably the result of a mutual compromise between the leaders of the survivor forces. Otherwise, either Ding Liwei or Wan Peng could easily sit in this position, and they could sit better and more steadily than him.
"Too much?" Wan Peng snorted coldly, "I still think it's a bit too little."
Because of NAC's big mouth, he had recently lost a lot of money, and the amount in the warehouse had shrunk by a full one million. Even with the financial resources of his Sunday Club, one million crystals was not a small expense.
"We only pooled together five million," Ding Liwei said in a deep voice. "After all, our expenses are not small, and it is impossible to squeeze out ten million crystals at once to give to NAC. The city gate tax will continue to be four crystals. No matter how much resistance there is, we must continue to implement it. At least until next spring, this is our bottom line. "
Factories needed crystals, workers and soldiers also needed crystals, and the income from hunting was only a drop in the bucket. The capital chain and the supply chain were intertwined. Although they were rich, they had to be cautious on the issue of crystals and couldn't afford to be careless.
"I mean, at least make the news public —"
"Impossible," Wan Peng interrupted Mayor Liu's words, "Have you considered the consequences of making it public? Why do we have to block the news of the Badaling Military Outpost at all costs? Think about it, Mayor Liu, if the survivors of Pingan Street know that hundreds of CCCP tanks have arrived at the gate of Shangjing … "
"But the news will spread sooner or later." Mayor Liu smiled bitterly.
"We'll talk about it then." Wan Peng stared at him and said, "At that time, we will naturally make them believe that those tanks are not coming for us."
Mayor Liu still wanted to say something, but in the end, he swallowed the words and didn't say anything.
Wan Peng's opinion was naturally the consensus of the Shangjing Survivors Alliance after discussion. As a mayor, he didn't even have the qualification to make an opinion, let alone change the minds of so many leaders.
"Next question." Ding Liwei looked at the man with glasses at the conference table.
The man with glasses nodded. "Next question. The Guardian Sect plans to move to Pingan Street in three days. Xu Tiannan asked us to arrange a place for their people to live, preferably at the east gate of Pingan Street because their station is closer to the east gate. "
"Isn't he doing well in the stadium?" Ding Liwei frowned.
"Because of the Russians."
Russians.
No one knew who said that.
When this word appeared on the conference table, the entire room suddenly fell into silence.
After a long time.
"Approved." Ding Liwei slowly opened his mouth and looked at Mayor Liu. "You go and arrange to demolish part of the slums at the east gate and move it to the open space at the west gate."
"Okay." Mayor Liu nodded.
"Go now."
"Yes …"
Mayor Liu simply packed up the things on the table and got up to leave the conference table.
The door of the conference room closed.
After a while, someone broke the silence.
"The Russians are in the subway."
"DAMMIT!" Wan Peng slammed his fist on the table and gritted his teeth. "Those Russians could have gone anywhere, why did they choose the subway!"
Ding Liwei's expression didn't look too good either.
Obviously, he was also cursing the shamelessness of those Russians in his heart.
The man in the trench coat sighed. He didn't say a word since the beginning of the meeting, but he spoke for the first time.
"What should we do now?"
"Let's stop the project first and wait for the Russians and the NAC people to leave." Ding Liwei looked at the subway line on the holographic map and frowned slightly. "Fortunately, it's on Line 35 … I hope they won't find anything. As long as they don't go there, everything is fine. "
"Stop the work? Okay, I'll go to the construction site now. "The man in the trench coat stood up and walked to the door.
"Wait." Ding Liwei suddenly stopped him again.
"Is there anything else?" The man in the trench coat stopped at the door and turned around.
Ding Liwei stared at him seriously and said word by word.
"We must find that Old Luo."
The man in the trench coat nodded and whispered.
"Don't worry."
"He can't run away."
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