Chapter 1989 Trust

coffin?

When Natasha heard Zhou Buqun's sudden and gloomy words, she frowned slightly, then sneered: "Fifth Young Master, what does it mean? The coffin? Do you want to transport my body back to the United States? Not bad, this way, you can really leave this dog-good capital city with peace of mind."

A sharp light burst out from her eyes instantly, and she pulled out a silver pistol with her backhand and shouted: "But, what capital do you have to die? Zhou Buqun, if you want to use my head to achieve your capital, this is a very good idea, but it also depends on whether you have the ability to get it!"

As this sentence fell, the elite mafia soldiers seemed to be electrocuted, and in an extremely neat manner, he raised the weapon in his hand and pointed directly at Zhou Buqun and the black-armed man. There were at least four guns. If there was a volley, Zhou Buqun's body would definitely turn into a sieve in an instant.

That formation seemed to cut Zhou Buqun and the others into pieces.

Natasha also became fierce, looking down on her face, like a spear that had just been pulled out of the scabbard with a terrible light, which made people shudder. The muzzle pointed directly at Zhou Buqun's head. As long as the latter had any misunderstandings, she would shoot without hesitation.

"Take my life and show your skills!"

Obviously, Natasha thought that Zhou Buqun left the capital with a corpse. It was a joke. If everyone died, he would naturally leave the capital easily. No matter how bad Zhao Heng was, he would not be able to whip the corpse abnormally. So she mistakenly believed that Zhou Buqun was hostile tonight, and maybe the surroundings were surrounded by Zhao Heng and the others.

"Don't be impulsive!"

In front of everyone, Zhou Buqun may be the most relaxed and calm person. He first sucked two unlit jade pipes with a casual expression, tidied up his clothes, and then said lightly: "Is this the mafia's way of treating guests? I came with sincerity!"

He also waved his hand to stop the black man from coming to protect himself, and still maintained a hint of confidence and calmness: "I have absolutely no intention of killing Miss Natasha. As I said when I met just now, I am no match for Miss Natasha at all. Trying to you is like I'm going to destroy myself."

During Zhou Buqun's calm and explanation, the murderous aura on Natasha's face dissipated a lot, but she still held a gun to his head, waiting for Zhou Buqun to convince her oral explanation: "The coffin I mentioned is not to take your life, but to say that you can hide in the coffin and transport it out of the capital."

"Please believe my sincerity!"

Natasha snorted coldly: "Hide in the coffin? Do you think a coffin can transport me out? Do you regard the military and police as fools, or do you regard yourself as an omnipotent God? Do you believe it or not, as long as the coffin suddenly appears at various levels, you will definitely be surrounded by heavy troops."

"Also, don't treat Zhao Heng as a waste!"

Her hands holding the gun were still as steady as Mount Tai, and her eyes looked at Zhou Buqun coldly: "The Zhao intelligence agency is quite powerful. I have to change places almost every day now, and even use phone cards alternately. At least three times, they were blocked by the military and police. The major entrances and exits were even more strictly investigated."

Since the failure of the assassination of Zhao Heng in the hospital, Natasha has tried every means to leave the capital without any gap. There are military and police checkouts at every entrance and exit, and behind it is a team of Hengmen masters biting and chasing. There is no slack gap in the entire capital that can make her run away.

It was because she was desperate that Natasha agreed to meet with Zhou Buqun, wanting to see if the latter had any way to get herself away. If she had not reached a helpless desperate situation, she would not have met Zhou Buqun in secret. She knew that this was a ruthless and unrighteous master.

It’s a pity that a dead horse is a living horse, but it ends up being a dead horse.

Natasha's fingers pressed against the trigger: "You said, carry a coffin and transport it back to the United States. Do you think Zhao Heng will give you face without checking it? Maybe in the United States, your fifth young master's face is very useful and can make all forces respectfully give three points, but in the capital, Zhao Heng really won't give you face."

"What you said makes sense!"

Zhou Buqun took out his pipe from his mouth and took over the topic with a smile: "Ordinary coffins are indeed saddened by all major checkpoints, and Zhao Heng does not really give me face, but having a coffin will not only give Zhao Heng a face, but also let Zhao Heng make every effort to announce the release of major checkpoints without any obstacles!"

Natasha was slightly stunned: "What coffin?"

Zhou Buqun let out a long breath, and the air was filled with a faint tobacco smell. He did not directly answer Natasha's words, but just used his pipe to click on the guns and daggers around him. Natasha hesitated for a while, feeling that Zhou Buqun had no malice, so he waved his hand to ask his confidant to back off.

The silver gun in her hand was also lowered, but she did not put it back on the gun bag, and she still held it in her hand just in case. People are unpredictable these days, and everything is still the best priority. Then she looked at Zhou Buqun and asked again: "Tell me clearly, what coffin is it for Zhao Heng to give face?"

Zhou Buqun waved his hand gently to let his subordinates retreat a few meters, and then he was gentle and gentle as a gentleman, with the quietness of the scholarly temperament, retreated like a tide, and became calm and wise: "King of Zhou Guang's coffin! One of my missions to the capital this time is to take King Zhou Guang back for a grand funeral."

Natasha sneered slightly: "I'm going to make a show again?"

Zhou Buqun ignored Natasha's incisive comments and lowered his voice to continue speaking: "King Zhou Guang has been buried by my seventh sister and Zhao Heng. They refused to let me get out of the coffin and went back. For this reason, they set up traps and arranged manual care in the cemetery to prevent me from taking people to dig graves."

Natasha narrowed her eyes slightly and said lightly: "I didn't expect that Zhao Heng respects King Guang of Zhou, but that's right. King Guang of Zhou took out his life to deal with the mafia elites for Zhao Heng. It's also appropriate for Zhao Heng to let him be buried, otherwise he would die if he closed the door."

Except for the remaining Julia and the others know the truth, the rest of the coffin shop incident did not know the essence of the coffin shop incident. Natasha only thought that Zhao Heng was going to see King Guang that night. The mafia elite who was ambushed was accidentally discovered by the latter, so a big fire broke out on the spot.

The result of the battle was that two hundred elite mafia soldiers who were going to attack Zhao Heng were almost killed by King Guang of Zhou and Zhao Heng who rushed to the scene later. King Guang of Zhou also died under the swords and guns of the brave mafia. Natasha was a little sorry for Zhao Heng not to die, but she was proud that the mafia killed the Zhou family worship.

She never expected to make a wedding dress for Zhao Heng.

"That's right, Zhao Heng and Qiqi both respect King Zhou Guang!"

Zhou Buqun took a step forward to bring him closer to Natasha: "They have always been worried that I would dig a grave, so I told Zhou Qiqi at dusk that as long as they did not announce the cemetery of King Guang of Zhou, I could carry a coffin back to the United States to serve the old man."

When Natasha felt a little moved, Zhou Buqun added with a smile: "This suggestion is relieved by Zhou Qiqi and Zhao Heng. In order to make King Guang of Zhou safe, they will definitely cooperate with my actions. Zhao Heng will spare no effort to get me to transport a coffin back to the United States."

Zhou Buqun showed a sense of enthusiasm and bit his jade pipe and said: "And in order to avoid the emergence of troubles, Zhao Heng will undoubtedly give the green light. With Zhao Heng's name, who dares to intercept us halfway? Who dares to ask for the coffin to be opened for inspection? It is no difficulty to leave the capital."

"You mean, I'm hiding in the coffin?"

Natasha said a word with a tactile touch. After getting Zhou Buqun's nod, she understood Li Jing's method and curled a faint curve in the corner of her mouth: "I have to say that this is a good method. I also believe that the coffin can leave the capital easily, but what should I use to believe you?"

Natasha's eyes flashed with light, adding word by word: "What if I lie in the coffin and you shoot me to death? What if you tie me to the coffin and transport it back to Zhou? Wouldn't I die in a frustration, wouldn't it be too satisfying for you? I can't judge whether you will step on me as a superior capital."

"If you want me to lie in the coffin, you should let me lie down with peace of mind."

She put the silver pistol back into the gun bag, and then quietly raised her worries: "If you can't let me lie down with peace of mind, I would rather be trapped in the capital and deal with Zhao Heng. If I don't help, I can live for two or three months or even go out with a miracle. It's better than being trapped in a coffin and becoming your superior bone!"

"Your worries make sense!"

Zhou Buqun obviously expected that Natasha would have this problem, so there was not much emotional ups and downs on his face, but he did not provide any method to Natasha, but instead asked casually: "I have already said the method of leaving Beijing. How can I rest assured to express your opinion?"

Natasha's distrust is naturally understandable, and he would be wary of him.

"It's very simple, you hide in the coffin with me."

Natasha said lightly: "I'll feel relieved!"

Lying in the coffin together?

Zhou Buqun laughed when he heard her suggestion, and then a joke appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Natasha, you are so polite. I will give you a way out of the capital, but you asked me to lie in the coffin with you. I feel very disappointed when you don't trust me so much!"

Compared to other methods to guarantee each other's trust, sleeping in the same coffin is completely equivalent to hijacking Zhou Buqun from the capital, which has to make the latter say anger: "I will shine on my heart, but the bright moon shines on the ditch! Natasha, it seems that you don't trust me at all."

Zhou Buqun lit the other party’s chest: “How to cooperate with this?”
Chapter completed!