"Have you renegotiated the matter? Are we going to continue to help Mr. G protect his delivery man?" Feng Zi found two bottles of Coke in the fridge and threw one of them to Zhang Heng.
"No, he won't believe me." Zhang Heng hung up the phone and took the Coke. "Just like I won't believe him. His purpose is to use me as bait."
"Ah? Then why did you email him? "
"To confirm something," Zhang Heng said. "Although he sounded angry when the call was first connected, I didn't hear any panic in his voice. Even though it seems that the emergency response team has cornered him, the interesting thing is that he doesn't seem to think so. The reason why he finally agreed to my proposal was not only because he wanted to continue using me as bait, but also because he didn't want me to be suspicious."
"Suspicious?"
"People say that Mr. G is the uncrowned king of this level. More than half of the forces and gangs on this level are related to him. However, his influence has always been limited to this level. Of course, this is because he is afraid of Shengtang Morgan Group, the actual ruler of New Shanghai 0297. I don't think someone like him will stay on this level forever," Zhang Heng said as he opened the can of Coke. "In the end, he didn't really pin his hopes on me from the beginning. He should still have other trump cards hidden here."
"What are you going to do next?" Feng Zi asked.
"I plan to help him unveil his trump card and see what's underneath," Zhang Heng said lightly.
…
At 10: 45, Zhang Heng came to a small pharmacy according to the address on the email. It was almost late at night, and there were very few people in the pharmacy. Except for a female cashier and a pharmacist who were playing with her mobile phone at the cashier counter, there were only five customers.
A young couple was picking out pregnancy test kits at the counter closest to the cashier. An old man who looked to be almost eighty years old was asking the pharmacist to prepare some Chinese medicine for him. Other than that, a man who looked like he had a bad cold was sitting on a chair with a mask on, looking through the drug instructions.
Zhang Heng looked around, and his eyes stopped on the man with the mask for a moment. However, he eventually looked away. At this time, the pharmacist on the other side had finished preparing the Chinese medicine for the old man. He then walked up to him and said, "Hello, do you need any help?"
"Oh, it's okay. I just want to buy some vitamins. You can check it yourself."
"Okay, no problem," the pharmacist said. "The vitamins are on the left hand side of the second shelf. Help yourself."
"Thank you." Zhang Heng walked over after thanking him.
About two minutes later, a man wearing a motorcycle helmet and a leather jacket walked into the shop. He looked around the shop and his eyes finally fell on the man wearing a mask.
The man wearing the motorcycle helmet walked up and sat down next to him. "Do you have a peach-flavored e-cigarette?"
The masked man snorted when he heard that and cursed, "Go away, you f * cking gay!"
The man in the helmet was stunned. He seemed a little surprised. The man in the mask saw that the man didn't respond, so he stood up, patted his pants, and walked out of the pharmacy.
Then, the helmet-wearing man saw an ordinary-looking man in work clothes, who seemed to be a resident of the second level, walking toward him. The helmet-wearing man straightened his back and put on a vigilant posture.
After that, he heard the man say, "I don't have a peach-flavored e-cigarette, but if you are willing to pay me 100 credits, I can get you a cocoa-flavored e-cigarette."
"That couldn't be better." The man wearing the motorcycle helmet was overjoyed when he heard that. He stood up and followed Zhang Heng out of the pharmacy. When they were out of the camera's range, the man wearing the motorcycle helmet stretched out his hand and said, "Hello, I am Maitreya, the courier in charge of this transaction. You are here to protect me, Zhang Heng, right?"
Maitreya's outstretched hand stopped in the air for two seconds. Seeing that Zhang Heng didn't move, he awkwardly retracted his hand. "Mr. G told me about you. I can understand your dissatisfaction, but the important thing now is to leave here and send the goods back to the first floor."
"Did you bring the goods?" Zhang Heng asked.
"Yes." Maitreya nodded and knocked on his helmet. "But the problem now is that the emergency response team has blocked the station. There are only three couriers left, so they only arranged three people to track our whereabouts outside. The rest of them are gathered at the station to prevent us from leaving."
"Let's go back to the safe house first, and then we can discuss how to leave," Zhang Heng said.
"Okay," Maitreya had no objection. "Mr. G said that you are the strongest clone he has ever seen. He asked me to listen to your arrangements. I believe you will definitely take me out of here."
Zhang Heng was noncommittal when he heard that. After that, he brought Maitreya back to the apartment on the 11th floor.
As soon as he opened the door, Maitreya was stunned to see the young man in the baseball cap tied up. However, he quickly reacted and praised, "This is the member of the emergency response team that you kidnapped. You are indeed as powerful as the rumors say. Even the most elite armed forces of Shengtang Morgan Group are no match for you. By the way, do you have a female companion? Isn't she here?"
"She's just a woman I met in a bar. I asked her to help me find this place to stay. After that, I killed her so that she wouldn't leak my location."
"If it were me, I would do the same." Maitreya nodded and sat down on the sofa.
"What do you want to drink?" Zhang Heng opened the refrigerator.
"Oh, whatever. We are still on the run, and I'm not a picky person," Maitreya said. "By the way, we are safe now. May I ask how we are going to get back to the first floor?"
"Use the hostage as an exchange," Zhang Heng said, kicking the boy in the baseball cap who was curled up.
However, Maitreya showed a hint of hesitation when he heard what Zhang Heng said. "Your idea is good, but I have to remind you that these guys in the emergency response team have been instilled with the spirit of mission supremacy. Compared to the safety of their companions, completing the mission is more important to them. I … I don't think they will let us go because of the safety of one of their members," Maitreya tried to be tactful.
"No, the hostage exchange is just a bait. We will use the hostage to lure their people away from the station. Only then can we get through their blockade there," Zhang Heng said. He then picked up the pistol on the table. "And if they send too few people, I don't mind helping them reduce their numbers."
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