Zhang Heng's words silenced the entire garden.
The polite look on Mr. G's face faded a little. He did not answer Zhang Heng immediately. Instead, he looked at the traitor bodyguard at his feet and said to the latter, "You have been with me for three years.
"You've been with me for three years. You know that I hate traitors the most, but you still did such a thing. I'm very disappointed in you."
"I know that I made a mistake, and I don't expect your forgiveness. I just want you to give me another chance to make up for the mistakes I made before," the traitor bodyguard pleaded.
"But the mistake you made is not a small one," Mr. G said faintly, "You were here that day, right? You saw Mr. Zhang overcome all the obstacles and defeated all the masters I found. In the end, he brought the croissant back in advance and completed the test. However, because of you, even if Mr. Zhang performed so well, I still couldn't give him the task of being the courier. In the end, there were so many misunderstandings, and now we don't trust each other."
"I …" The traitor bodyguard was speechless.
"It's not that I don't want to give you another chance, but you should know very well how important it is to get back the goods for our follow-up plan. In fact, without the goods, there is no follow-up plan. How can I give you another chance?" Mr. G put down the teacup in his hand.
The traitor bodyguard looked terrified.
"Also, I would like to remind you that you are begging the wrong person. Mr. Zhang is the key to our business. Instead of begging me, you might as well beg him."
The traitor bodyguard looked at Zhang Heng expectantly as if he had found a straw.
However, Zhang Heng had already spoken one step ahead of him. He calmly said, "I like a sentence I heard on the way here. In the end, we all have to pay for what we have done."
After speaking, Zhang Heng made a gesture of invitation.
Mr. G's eyes narrowed, and without saying anything, he suddenly pulled out the pistol from Director Zheng's waist. Before anyone could react, he shot the traitor bodyguard's head.
The latter's body fell to the ground powerlessly. When his head exploded, blood even splashed on the corner of Zhang Heng's clothes. After that, Mr. G turned his gun to Feng Zi on the other side.
"Mr. Zhang, you're more hard-hearted than I thought. What about her? I heard that she helped you a lot tonight?"
"If you touch her, you will never get the memory encoder again." Zhang Heng's tone was still calm, and there was no threatening tone. However, everyone could hear the threat in his words, and no one doubted that he would do it.
"I hate this development too," Mr. G said. "Believe it or not, I hate violence. Sometimes, when the path of peace doesn't work, we have to resort to violence."
"When you say the path of peace doesn't work, do you mean your unilateral request is rejected?" Zhang Heng asked rhetorically.
Mr. G said coldly, "Do you want me to remind you? You sent me an email saying that you wanted to talk about the memory encoder. I agreed to it, and I asked someone to invite you here at the station. I agreed to whatever you asked me to do, and I showed you enough sincerity. However, you don't have any manners or attitude for negotiation. Maybe I should remind you whose territory this is."
"Well, you have put in a lot of effort." Zhang Heng acted as if he didn't see the gun in Mr. G's hand. He picked up the teapot on the table and poured a cup for Feng Zi and himself.
"You were worried that I would hide the memory encoder somewhere when I returned to the first level, so you asked someone to wait for me at the station entrance to make sure that I didn't have time to play any tricks. After that, you turned to the residence of the bodyguard who betrayed you and killed his family to warn me of the consequences of going against you. Then, you pushed the responsibility of unilaterally tearing up the agreement on your bodyguard, using him to play the sympathy card. After realizing that it didn't work, you decided to kill him and threaten my companions to threaten me more directly. That's about it."
Zhang Heng paused. "But unfortunately, the memory encoder is not with me. To be more precise, I will not bring it back to the first level before you complete my three requirements."
"You left the memory encoder on the second level?" This was the first time Mr. G had lost his composure tonight. He didn't even realize that he had knocked over his teacup.
He didn't expect Zhang Heng to take such a big risk and kill so many enemies in exchange for the opportunity to bring the memory encoder back. In the end, Zhang Heng gave it up just like that.
"You are right about one thing. This is indeed your territory. So I thought about it, and it's safer to leave the memory encoder on the second level," Zhang Heng said lightly. "It turns out that my decision is indeed very predictable."
"You shouldn't have done this. Where did you put the memory encoder on the second level? Is that place safe? Does anyone else know … "Mr. G spoke as fast as a machine gun, throwing out a series of questions.
"Don't worry. The federal police thought I had died in the fire."
"But once you remove the shielding device on your hand, the locator under your cerebral cortex will tell Shengtang Morgan that you are still alive."
"Indeed. This is why you'd better arrange the surgery for me as soon as possible," Zhang Heng said.
Mr. G was amused by Zhang Heng's words. "You didn't bring anything back, and you still want me to operate on you to remove the locator?!"
"Yes, if you still want the memory encoder," Zhang Heng said.
Before Mr. G could answer, the roar of an engine suddenly came from outside. A red motorcycle sped all the way from the distant street, and it did not slow down even when it approached the garden.
The two bodyguards outside the door wanted to stop it, but when they saw who was on the motorcycle, they stopped at the same time. In the end, the motorcycle smashed the glass door of the garden, rushed in, and did not stop until it was about to hit Mr. G's dining table. At the last moment, the rider of the motorcycle released the accelerator and pulled the brake lever. The motorcycle drew a semicircle on the ground and finally stopped.
Miss F then used her mechanical prosthetic arm to take off the helmet on her head and threw it in front of Mr. G.
"I'll explain it to you later," Mr. G said.
However, Miss F ignored his words and said in an emotionless tone, "Code F has completed tonight's task, Mr. G."
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