Chapter 512

Zhang Ziqiang sat on the sofa casually:

"Your son is a cash cow in our eyes; as long as the money is obtained, we will obediently release people, but you shouldn't have called the police, right?"

Zhang Ziqiang asked tentatively, full of vigilance.

Wei Jiacheng smiled: "If I wanted to call the police, didn't I have a great opportunity yesterday? What's more, my son is in your hands, and you are tied with a bomb, and you can die with me at any time."

Wei Jiacheng paused: "Is there a better way for me? What's more, my family members are all here."

Zhang Ziqiang saw that Wei Jiacheng was watertight, and he was also quite confident; he had robbed many rich people, seeking money and fame, and would not show his true face openly.

He wanted the prestige of Hong Kong and wanted everyone to know his title of big rich man.

Zhang Ziqiang did not talk nonsense:

"Tonight I will notify our brothers to let him take the money; you had better not play any tricks."

"If we find anyone following us, consequences at your own risk!"

Zhang Ziqiang was an evil wolf after all, showing his fangs, looking at Wei Jiacheng fiercely.

Wei Jiacheng sighed and put down the bowl and chopsticks:

"Don't worry, not a penny will be less."

It was just that he was sneering in his heart; do you have a life to spend this money? I'm afraid you don't have a life to spend it.

……

At night, half past twelve.

There was no one on the street; this was not a city that never sleeps, and bars and KTVs were pitifully few.

Vehicles and pedestrians disappeared, and occasionally there were drunkards wandering on the street, but they soon disappeared at the street corner.

This was also a place Zhang Ziqiang had inquired about in advance; if they encountered tracking or suspicious personnel, they could also find it in the first time.

I have to say, as a thief king, the caution that should be had is still there; otherwise, he would not have succeeded repeatedly.

A Red Flag car stopped at the entrance of the newspaper office; soon, a man dressed as a housekeeper got off the car, carrying a snakeskin bag in his hand.

This person was from the Wei family; he did not look around, just threw the snakeskin bag here, and then got in the car and left.

The whole process did not drag its feet; after throwing down the snakeskin bag, it drove away, not even turning its head.

Zhang Sun, who was in the dark, saw that this Red Flag car had been out of his field of vision, and then put on a headgear and rushed over on a motorcycle.

The fewer people who take money, the better; the fewer targets, the less likely they are to be stared at.

PS: The new book sets sail, kneeling and begging the masters to cast some flowers, evaluation tickets, and monthly tickets!... Three.