Chapter 1472
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The few of them were shivering from the cold. "Master Zuo …"
Ji Zuo narrowed his eyes. With a flick of his wrist, a bullet entered one of the men's knees.
The man who was shot instantly knelt on the ground.
The others paled instantly.
Ji Zuo glanced at them, his voice cold. "I hate traitors the most in this life. Don't worry, I won't let you die immediately. I'll take care of you one by one."
One of them wanted to commit suicide, but before he could pull out his gun, Mo Bei shot him.
Ji Zuo watched from the side. He pinched the man's cheekbone. "Commit suicide? Dream on. "
As soon as he said that, he shot him in both knees.
The man who was shot broke out in sweat from the pain. He knelt on the ground, trembling. The pain intensified, becoming more and more intense. It was as if his bones were being scraped. It was a hot summer day, but he was drenched in cold sweat.
Ji Zuo looked at the third man. "You, do you have anything to say?"
The third man's knees gave way and he knelt on the ground. "Master Zuo, I was wrong!"
Ji Zuo closed his eyes and pulled the trigger. "Speak."
The man who knelt on the ground trembled. "You asked us to kidnap the little princess and find out more about Professor Sen."
Ji Zuo chuckled, his thin lips filled with boundless coldness. "With just the three of you?"
The three men's voices changed. "Master Zuo, we were wrong, we were wrong!"
The three of them knelt on the ground and kowtowed.
Ji Zuo's gaze fell on the three of them. "How dare you accept this kind of job? You think too highly of yourselves."
One of them was so scared that he peed his pants. There was a puddle of water on the ground.
Ji Zuo asked, "How did the person who sent the baby in?"
Hearing this, one of them fainted.
Mo Bei glanced at the man beside him.
The man beside him was splashed with a bucket of cold water.
Ji Zuo said, "You, tell us."
The man who was splashed woke up. "That morning, I … I … I was on … duty. Didn't Master Zuo … you …"
Ji Zuo stared at him. "Continue!"
The man who was splashed awake trembled. "Didn't Master Zuo?"
Ji Zuo replied, "What do you think?"
The man who was awoken looked at Mo Bei and grabbed his leg. "Master Bei, it's really Master Zuo, please believe me!"
Mo Bei kicked him away. "Go f * ck yourself."
Ji Zuo asked, "Do you have a video?"
The person who was awoken by the splash: "Yes, yes, yes, yes …"
He had the duty recorder in his hand. He showed it to Ji Zuo and Mo Bei.
The car that passed was indeed Ji Zuo's!
Ji Zuo glanced at it. This car, which he had parked at the Emperor Garden Hotel, had been taken by someone else.
How ingenious!
The recording device showed that person's face. He had disguised himself to look like him. He was carrying Little Cherry with one hand and driving with the other.
No wonder he couldn't find anything for a long time.
That was quite brilliant!
He glanced at the recorder before putting it away. He glanced at the three people who were bribed. Each of them had a bullet in their forehead. He turned to Mo Bei. "Spread the word. This is what happens to them when they betray their master. Think about it."
…
When they returned to the flower garden, he leaned over to Mochen's ear and reported in a low voice.
Mochen replied, "Mm."
Ji Zuo said, "I've already gotten someone to retrieve the surveillance cameras along the way. I've also asked Nie Rong to investigate."
Mochen pursed his thin lips.
He had to admit that although this method was radical and risky, it was very effective. They managed to escape all the interrogations along the way.
Ji You looked over.
Ji Zuo leaned over to Ji You and explained in a low voice.
Ji You glanced at Ji Zuo. It looked like the other party was very good at playing dirty tricks.
If that was the case, was the disappearance of Si and Tang Dynasty also a part of this?
It looked like they had to check the surveillance cameras again!
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