"Keep driving, my old driver."

Zhong Wenze shrugged indifferently and looked at Mark Li: "What you pay attention to when you come out is a morality. When you were there, Brother Ma once took care of me and gave me money to buy medicine. I have no reason not to help with this."

After saying that.

Zhong Wenze tilted his head and looked at Mark Lee.

He asked for this reason casually.

He just bets that Mark Li can't remember what happened before. Mark Li is a man who is kind and generous, and has a very good reputation. He shouldn't remember the younger brother below.

"Good brother!"

Mark Lee reached out and pressed his shoulder and grabbed it hard, without saying a word.

"You think about it again."

Song Zihao did not continue to ask more questions and nodded: "I will introduce you to Uncle Jian to drive first. As for when to start, wait until the news of this matter passes a little, Tan Cheng will relax his defense."

"Thank you, Brother Hao."

Zhong Wenze nodded.

In the mind.

System prompt sound.

"Congratulations to the host for completing the task and obtaining one hundred experience points."

"System upgrade, gain entry-level gun mastery."

"Attribute Enhancement Point 1."

"Note: The reinforcement point can be used to strengthen any part of the body."

The system upgrade reward was automatically distributed, and suddenly something strange suddenly seemed to be in my mind.

Zhong Wenze concentrates his attention.

oh...

It turned out to be about firearms.

As for the attribute enhancement point, he was not in a hurry to use it.

Song Zihao looked at Zhong Wenze's back and whispered to Mark Li: "Check Aze's information to see if there is any problem."

"Um."

Mark Lee tightened his windbreaker and squinted his eyes at the night view in the distance.

Song Zihao was also very efficient in his work. He mentioned this matter to Uncle Jian that night. It happened that Uncle Jian was short of people, so he asked Zhong Wenze to report it tomorrow.

Zhong Wenze, who was a man of two lives, soon became a prosperous career in United Taxi Company. His personal reputation was also very good, and he was deeply loved by everyone. He quickly narrowed the distance between him and Song Zihao.

That night.

An old building in Saigon

Zhong Wenze returned to the small rental house.

In Hong Kong Island, there is a big gap between the rich and the poor. The most obvious comparison is the living environment.

It is their luxury for ordinary people to have a big residence.

The house was found by Mo SIr for him. It was about ten square meters and was very simple and in line with his current identity setting, but he specially called him in the room.

This is to facilitate their contact.

Zhong Wenze took off his clothes, entered the bathroom and rinsed it briefly, looking at himself in the mirror.

Zhong Wenze, who is 1.82 meters tall, has strong chest muscles, and has obvious tendons and strong arms.

With a 30-minute hairstyle, the black hair on the forehead is naturally drooping, the eyebrows are straight, the face is deep, and there is a sense of heroic spirit between the eyebrows. The whole person is full of energy and a bit of ruffian.

"Oh, it's really a waste of talent to make me a handsome man like an undercover agent."

Zhong Wenze withdrew his gaze and smacked his tongue: "If you have the same conditions as me, you should make Hong Kong-style roast duck."

But, if this duck is serious or not, you won't know

Zhong Wenze, who knows that he does not know the softness of his young age and plants his youth incorrectly, feels a little regretful about his current situation.

After taking a shower.

Zhong Wenze was wearing big shorts and lay lazily on the bed, pressing the radio boredly listening to the radio. At this time, there was no smart phone and nothing could pass the time. As a senior night watch champion in his previous life, he seemed very bored during the period before going to bed.

Some troubleshooting.

Zhong Wenze was a little indifferent and was about to go to bed.

"Ding Ding Ding..."

The landline phone on the side rang.

"Hello..."

Zhong Wenze answered the phone.

Only Mo Sir knows this call.

Mo SIr's voice sounded: "Zhong Wenze, come out to fish at night?"

Zhong Wenze returned: "I'm picking you up, what fish are you fishing in the middle of the night!"

This is their contact code.

"I'll be waiting for you at the dock shore."

After saying that, Mo SIr hung up the phone.

"I'll lose."

Zhong Wenze hung up the phone and complained again: "What are you doing? What are you thinking about when you make an appointment to meet in the middle of the night?"

Although he complained, he still went out with his coat.

When Zhong Wenze arrived, Mo SIr had already arrived. He sat on the railing and wrapped himself in cigarettes. The wind blew his hairstyle a little messy.

The sea rheumatism is salty.

Zhong Wenze sat down next to Mo SIr.

"Come."

Mo SIr took out a Marlboro and threw it to Zhong Wenze: "What's the situation?"

"They and Tan Cheng have already started a fight."

Zhong Wenze gave the answer: "Song Zihao and the others are ready to take action. There is no conclusion yet."

"very good!"

Mo SIr wrapped his cigarette and told me: "Then please follow up and report the situation to me at any time. This time, be sure to catch them all when they are killing each other."

"There is also that Ma Lame. He was involved in a shooting case in Taiwan Province a few years ago, and this time he took it together."

Mo SIr didn't notice it.

When he said this, Zhong Wenze couldn't help but frowned.

"Don't call him Ma Crazy, he has a name: Mark Lee."

"Are you defending him?"

"No!"

"What you said just now is very dangerous. You have to understand one truth: thieves are thieves, and you are different from them."

Mo SIr turned to Zhong Wenze: "Do you know why I have never let Song Zijie investigate this case? Because he and Song Zihao are brothers, he needs to avoid suspicion."

"Okay, that's it."

Zhong Wenze did not answer him, and blew up the ash and stood up: "I will contact you as soon as possible if there is any progress."

"be safe!"

Mo SIr patted his shoulder, looked at Zhong Wenze's tall back, lowered his tone a little, and repeated again: "When this case is solved, you will be back. With this case, I can also bring you up with justice, and my superiors will not say much."

"good."

Zhong Wenze nodded and looked at the waves hitting the dam in the distance with deep eyes.

...

At the same time.

Henglian Finance (Group) Co., Ltd.

Tan Cheng sat relaxed on the boss's chair, closing his eyes to rest, and the cigar burning at his fingertips was emitting blue smoke.

Dashacheng, wearing a suit and tie, stood aside.

Tan Cheng opened his eyes, glanced at the quartz wall clock on the wall, then looked at the quiet phone call beside him, and then looked at Dashacheng: "Song Zihao still didn't contact me. It seems that my knocking was not enough to remind him."

Dasha Cheng glared at his eyes and said viciously: "Do I want to arrange someone now and make his younger brother Song Zijie? It just so happens that Song Zijie is like a mad dog these days, biting us every day, looking for death!"

"Reckless man! If you make his brother, that's what makes Song Zihao completely annoyed. How could he still work with us?"
Chapter completed!