In fact, he didn't have much money in his hands. He has been greedy for many years, but he also spent a lot of money to maintain connections.

He now only has about one thousand US dollars in cash left.

But no matter how small the flies are, they are still meat. This money is enough to update the equipment for everyone in Umbrella.

Staring at the needle, trembling hands, entering the transfer password on the keyboard, looking at the emptied account and then crying. His years of hard work.

"Who are you?"

But no one paid attention to him at all. He didn't even dare to speak loudly. It was less than a day since he was caught here, but he lived like a year.

These foreigners made him realize what life is worse than death. The continuous electric shock caused his muscles to spasm, and he couldn't stand it in less than ten minutes.

In addition, there is an unindividual guy who has been tortured by his side. He regrets escaping every moment. Now he just wants to go back to China to go to jail.

"Can you shut up?"

Sanborn pointed to the crying guy.

Parker waved his hand and told him to casually. After a stitch of his mouth, he immediately added a pair of socks and was wrapped with tape.

"Woooooo~~"

The world has become much quieter.

"Bell said that someone has come to pick him up these two days, so let us look forward to it, just don't let someone die."

"I got it, this guy looks fat enough, he shouldn't have to eat."

Parker shrugged, saying that you are whatever you want, as long as you don’t die, it doesn’t matter.

Then he stared at the needle that was dragged into the corner and stayed alone without anyone asking about it.

Afterwards, Parker and others looked at the killer, hoping to dig out something useful from each other because the kid also took orders on the dark web.

"Brother, think about what else to say. If you can give any valuable information, we can make you die a little more happy."

This tone of negotiation made the stare who was thrown in the corner pee directly on his pants, and then the odor was thrown out of the tent to feed mosquitoes outside.

The killer raised his head slightly and looked at everyone present with despair, "I really don't know. We are just taking orders on the website and have no idea who the employer is."

Several Umbrella's men looked at each other, and they could tell that the other party was not lying, and there was no clue about this matter again.

Sanborn, who was quite thoughtful, thought for a while, "Why do you believe in this website? How did they guarantee you?"

Parker immediately understood the other party's idea. Since he could not find the person who sent the mission, he would probably have the information about the publisher in his hands when he found the operator of the dark web.

Even if the other party uses an anonymous digital currency in the account, it can still be traced. For example, these digital currencies always need to be exchanged for legal currency, while the exchange needs real-name authentication.

Although there are still ways to bypass these processes, there will always be traces to follow.

And since the website can provide guarantees, the publisher is at least trusted by the website operator.

No matter how this kind of credit comes from, operators must always know that the other party has the ability to pay.

But the killer shook his head, "I really don't know. I just heard that the Han Guo people behind this website may be."

Parker crossed his hands behind his head and put his legs on the table. "Bell seemed to have killed a Korean killer in New York. This guy was too quick to get a look."

Then he glanced at Albert, and the other party immediately walked behind the killer, and his right arm stuck to the other party's neck, "Are you ready? Don't worry, soon."

As he said that, he pushed his left hand hard on the back of his head, his arm was slightly pressed in the opposite direction, and a sour sound made the killer's head turn at least 120 degrees, and the killer's body instantly softened.

The body was put down from the chair and carried out of the tent.

“What should I do now?”

"What else can I do? Tell Bell to let him decide." Parker sent the entire interrogation video to Xu Chuan.

He also told Berkhoff about the situation that the website might be related to Han Guoren, and asked the other party to see if he could dig out something along this line.

...

At this time, Xu Chuan was staying in the hotel to pick up scripts. Fortunately, the Internet is now developed, so it is not impossible to just hold a video conference.

"Big Boss, we discussed it. We can do this script for at least three seasons."

Zhou Hao's face in the video looked very big, and his excited expression seemed quite funny.

Xu Chuan thought for a moment, then shook his head, "The whole plot cannot last for three seasons."

Although it is easy to pour water into the form of a unit drama, it is fine to shoot 1,000 or more episodes for more than ten years, over-water injection will seriously affect the compactness of the main plot and make people feel very loose. Journey to the West dare not shoot like this.

"We can divide the main line into several paragraphs according to the growth line of the protagonist, with about 25 episodes per season, so that we can make spin-off movies between seasons."

Xu Chuan was speechless, "Do you think this is an animation, and it's a theater version?"

"no."

He thought it was pretty, but in fact he couldn't do it at all. On the premise of requiring the quality of shooting, the production cycle of a TV series will take at least four to six months, so how do the schedules of those actors be arranged?

Unlike in my name, the characters in the first season are almost dead, and in the second season, we can open up new stories and find new actors.

This is not filming American dramas. There is no way to do this here in China, and people will not sign such a long contract with you. Unlike Love Apartment, those people have just graduated and have no jobs at all. Of course, they can sign more.

If the actors can't get all together, maybe the second season will be in a mess.

"Hey, man, don't be so mean. I've discussed it with the screenwriter and production department, and they all think it's okay."

Zhou Hao was even more speechless about this guy. This man was simply pushing the money out.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Xu Chuan held his hands in front of his chest and leaned on the sofa. It is not a problem with the drama itself, but whether to give Zhou Hao this face.

He thought about it, and finally nodded, "At most two seasons, the production cycle and the schedule of the actors must be controlled well."

This is already the limit, and no matter how much it is, it will definitely affect the quality.

Zhou Hao is already very satisfied with the result because this is a project initiated by Xu Chuan, and the other party’s decision is very important. If Xu Chuan firmly opposes it, he has no choice.

"Okay, don't worry, I understand what you mean. We must pay attention to quality and not let Gao Wen be so busy that he has no time to rest."

"Ha", Xu Chuan smiled, OK, this guy really knows him.

Turning off the video, Xu Chuan glanced at the email sent by Parker in the email. Han Guo, tsk, let Burkhoff dig out information first.

After stretching, Xu Chuan fell head-on on Wu Wei's thigh sitting beside him, "Ah, I'm finally finished."

Wu Wei smiled, reached out and poked his forehead, and handed the apples cut into small pieces to his mouth.

"All the people from the foundation have left?" Xu Chuan asked vaguely while eating fruit.

"Well, Yingzi took them back to Shencheng." Wu Wei replied, then her eyes turned, "Hmph, I know to let Xiaowen rest, don't you want me to rest too?"

Xu Chuan reached out helplessly and pinched her nose, "Okay, let you rest tonight."

"Hmph, I'm not talking about this." Wu Wei slapped the other party's hand away, then looked unhappy.

Xu Chuan smiled all over his face, "Then what you mean is, can you not rest at night?"

Wu Wei reached out to cover his mouth, "Shut up."

Xu Chuan stretched out his hand and put it around her waist and turned over. Both of them rolled onto the carpet.

With both hands, hem of the other party's clothes was stretched in. Wu Wei immediately trembled and stopped moving.

She turned her head nervously and looked at the door, but fortunately it was closed.

Xu Chuan smiled and lowered his head and got closer to the other party's lips. Wu Wei just looked at him with her eyes flashing.

Then, the door was knocked.

Xu Chuan did not move.

"Don't you ignore them?"

Wu Wei clasped her fists and placed them on her chest, murmured with an inaudible sound.

Looking at the other party Ren Jun Cai Ji, Xu Chuan really didn't want to open the door, but the people outside the door didn't seem to be planning to give up.

Finally, Xu Chuan stood up, and Wu Wei smiled and pulled herself up with her arms and neck.

Looking at Xu Chuan's depressed expression, Wu Wei held his face and kissed her twice, "Go and open the door."

Wu Liuyi was standing outside the door, and another person was following him, Wu Dutou, haha, Zhao Donglai.

"You are Mr. Xu, right? Thank you so much."

Zhao Donglai came today to coordinate the work of the pursuit team.

He can't just let someone go to Nanshu Dan like this. When he arrives, he will contact someone and watch the current situation of a needle. These all need to be communicated in advance. By the way, it's best to get the killer back together.

All of these require local cooperation. Whether to contact the local government or contact relevant departments, they all need to decide what to do after obtaining the specific situation.

"That killer, he seems to have died because he is not adapted to the environment. The climate in that place is not very friendly, you know."

Xu Chuan said he was helpless. Humans were so fragile. Although they could not help them hide it as they said before, they still survived well after watching a needle. Fortunately.

Zhao Donglai's expression at that time was as surprised as after killing Ximen Qing, and then he found that Wu Dalang was not dead.

Damn, Zhao Donglai decided not to care about anything else and immediately let his people control the stare in their hands as soon as possible.

Damn he died because he was not accustomed to the local environment, so he really dared to say that.

However, this is not Zhao Donglai's business. He doesn't even ask questions, and of course he won't make any trouble.
To be continued...