Sister-in-law comes for treatment

along the way.

Mr. Hu cursed all the way until foam came out of his mouth.

We arrived at a villa in the suburbs.

Stop the car.

He found it ridiculous. As a powerful figure in both the black and white worlds of Dongjiang County, anyone who offended him would have been killed long ago.

Today she was cursing like a shrew.

What made him even more angry was that he rushed to Wang Tiezhu's house like a reckless man and wanted to beat him up.

He was actually beaten.

The more I think about it, the more I feel my behavior is degrading.

He lit a cigarette in the car, took two deep puffs, exhaled the thick smoke, and watched the smoke floating in front of his eyes. His eyes gradually became blurred.

My mood gradually relaxed.

After finishing the cigarette, the expression on his face became calm, as if nothing had happened. He was now completely calm.

Then he entered the house.

He seldom lives in this villa.

Even his men didn't know that this was his house and the owner used someone else's name.

Only a few close people knew that this was his residence.

This is a secret base and a meeting room where subordinates are gathered to plot important events.

He sent a text message, and twenty minutes later, a black Volkswagen entered the villa.

A thin man with long hair got out of the car, tied behind his head simply and casually with a rubber band.

His face was clean-shaven.

Looks like an artist.

When Mr. Hu saw the visitor, his face showed enthusiasm: "It's been a long time since I saw you, calligrapher."

The man was called Wang Laike, a calligrapher and also his adviser.

Whenever I encounter something important, I will consult him for solutions.

Wang Laike looked solemn. Seeing Mr. Hu, he asked worriedly, "What happened? Why are you so anxious?"

Mr. Hu led Wang Laike into the room and sat him on the sofa. Then he spoke: "I want to kill someone."

When Wang Laike heard about the murder, he heaved a sigh of relief: “Don’t be so hasty about such trivial matters in the future.

Scared me. "

He thought that it was Mr. Hu’s business that was discovered by the police.

That would cause many deaths.

Even he himself might not be able to escape the bad luck.

After thinking about it carefully, Mr. Hu felt that what Wang Laike said made sense. Killing a person was not a big deal.

But when he thought of the person he wanted to kill, he became emotional again: "I want to kill someone, and I want him to die miserably."

Wang Laike leaned back on the sofa, and when he felt comfortable, he spoke: “There are many ways to kill people.

Generally speaking, there are conspiracies and overt plots.

The conspiracy is relatively simple. They fake an accident with a car, use a woman as bait, secretly give the other party an overdose of drugs, or even knock the person unconscious, and then inject the virus.

If it were simpler, I would just shoot and kill him.

You can also use overt strategy, which is more complicated. It is to let him know that you are going to kill him, but he is helpless and can only walk towards death step by step.

How do you want to kill someone?"

Mr. Hu was a little surprised: "You didn't have so many explanations when you killed someone before."

Wang Laike smiled and said, “In the past, your men always wanted to kill people, and they only needed a method.

This is the first time you told me you wanted to kill someone.

I have to take this seriously.”

Mr. Hu nodded with satisfaction, then fell into deep thought. He originally wanted to kill Wang Tiezhu directly.

When killing people, be a little more cruel so that Wang Tiezhu will suffer more.

Now he suddenly felt that that method still could not satisfy his hatred.

He suddenly became interested in the method of secretly murdering someone: "Tell me how to secretly murder someone?"

Wang Laike smiled and said, “To murder someone, first tell him that you want to kill him.

Then use legitimate means to force him towards death little by little.

He knew that you were going to kill him, but he had no choice but to cooperate, and then watch himself walk towards death step by step.

This kind of death is frustrating, helpless, regretful, painful, terrifying... extremely painful.

They will even kneel down and beg for mercy.

But no matter how he struggles, he will eventually die!"

Mr. Hu was very excited when he heard this: "I just want Wang Tiezhu to die like this.

I want him to die in agony and pain.

Make him kneel before me and apologize, make him regret going against me!"

Wang Tiezhu?

Wang Laike frowned: "Which Wang Tiezhu are you talking about?"

Mr. Hu said casually, "It's Wang Tiezhu from Shuijing Village. How come you know him?"

Wang Laike showed a serious expression on his face: "Wang Tiezhu, who just made 100 million yuan by growing tomatoes?"

One hundred million?

Mr. Hu was a little surprised: "With such a cowardly look on his face, he still made 100 million?"

Wang Laike didn’t expect that Mr. Hu didn’t know anything about the person he wanted to kill: “I wrote to a few leaders, and those leaders mentioned developing the pillar industries of the county.

Develop the economy.

I have said a lot, but it all comes down to one sentence.

It is to promote Wang Tiezhu's tomato planting technology. As long as this technology is popularized, Dongjiang County's economy will surely leap into the forefront of the country."

Uncle Hu recalled the time when the county leader Liu Yuan came to his home.

He showed a fear in his heart: "Otherwise, let's plot.

By conspiracy and assassination."

Wang Laike shook his head slightly: “If we investigate the conspiracy to kill, there will be more problems.

Yang murdered him.

It's aboveboard, the police can't do anything about it!"

Hu Ye told Wang that the visitor was full of confidence, and he also began to get excited: "Then let's make an open plan. What should we do first?"

Wang Laike pondered for a moment and said, "I want his personal information, including his work, property, family, love life, friends... the more detailed the better."

Mr. Hu thought for a moment and said, "Tomorrow, I'll send the information to you tomorrow."

the next day.

Inside a studio.

Wang Laike was practicing calligraphy when he received a document.

Opening the document, it contains detailed records of Wang Tiezhu's personal information.

A farmer from Shuijing Village, he returned to the village to open a clinic after graduating from university. There is a clinic in Muyang Town.

Grow high-quality tomatoes and sell them for ten dollars each.

Assets worth hundreds of millions.

My mother opened a restaurant in Muyang Town, investing probably tens of thousands of dollars.

Dad…a farmer.

All my relatives are farmers.

My girlfriend and I broke up more than a month ago.

Looking at the information, Wang Laike's hand holding the phone trembled slightly.

A farmer with no background, but with a fortune of over 100 million yuan.

This is almost like a naughty boy carrying gold bars through a busy street. What's the difference?

If his king refuses to accept the guests, he will be punished by God!

There is also the technology of growing tomatoes. If we can master it, our descendants will be able to rely on this technology in the future.

Very rich and powerful.

The more I thought about it, the more excited I became.

I opened a bottle of red wine, had a glass, sat on the sofa and stared at the list, then lit another cigarette.

After finishing the cigarette, he had another glass of wine.

Just when I finished a bottle of wine and there was only one cigarette left in a pack.

He picked up the pen and wrote two words on the paper.

Zhang Xia!

After a moment of silence, he wrote four more words: food poisoning.

He then wrote that participating in drug trafficking was punishable by death.

Wang Lai-fu committed murder and was sentenced to death.

Wang Tiezhu, hand over your assets and tomato cultivation secret recipe.

He pondered for a moment and continued writing: medical negligence resulting in death, prescribing exorbitantly priced drugs to healthy people for money, organ trafficking, public opinion, and death!

Looking at the sentences that didn't make sense and couldn't even be connected, a grim smile appeared on his face.

Others may not understand it, but he has already planned a series of layouts through just a few words.

After thinking it over and feeling that it was a perfect plan, he took out his dedicated mobile phone and sent a message to Mr. Hu: "Arrange personnel and implement the plan tomorrow."

Another new day.

The market in Muyang Town is crowded with people.

Zhang Xia was sorting vegetables when a man suddenly came into the store and started ordering food: "Give me a lobster. I'm hungry. Serve it faster!"

Zhang Xia was a little surprised. It was only around ten o'clock and the breakfast shop in the market was still open.

She sells lunch and dinner.

There was actually a customer coming, so she quickly stood up and said, “Garlic, spicy, slightly spicy.

Which one do you choose? "

The man waved his hand: "It doesn't matter, just come up quickly."

This was the first time Zhang Xia met this kind of customer. Most customers would make a choice based on flavor, and some were even hesitant.

This person actually asked her to choose. She smiled and said, "I can't make the decision for you. You should decide what flavor you want yourself."

The man said impatiently: "Spicy!"

Zhang Xia said wait a moment, poured a glass of water for the guest, and then went into the kitchen ten minutes later.

Dry pot spicy crayfish was placed on the guests' table.

"It's just out of the pot, it's a little hot, be careful when eating it."

The man didn't say anything. He put on gloves and started peeling shrimps. He looked like a starving ghost who hadn't eaten for three years.

He stuffed the food into his mouth while grimacing in pain and finished the meal in a hurry.

Suddenly, he covered his stomach and started yelling, "Ah, my stomach hurts, hurry up, call 120, I can't stand it anymore.

Help! "