Chapter 1081 The Greedy Second Generation

Jack actually hates noisy nightclubs. Although excessive noise can be shielded by actively reducing perception, this will cause the sixth sense to be less sensitive to danger.

However, it must be admitted that having a beautiful female companion who can make all the men and women in the audience look at him with envy and jealousy can greatly satisfy a man's vanity.

The men present did not understand the rules of this nightclub very well. They leaned against the bar and drank quietly while waiting for the ladies to complete their investigation.

Anna and Park Minrong spent nearly an hour, like a butterfly flying through the boxes on the second floor, and then returned to the bar on the first floor.

"I didn't find Zhang Mingjun, nor did I see the Korean named Michael Joe. I heard that there is a VIP suite dedicated to the president on the top floor. He should be in it."

Anna leaned into Jack's arms, took the initiative to grab his left hand and put it around her slender waist, and whispered with her chin on his shoulder.

Her pretty face was slightly red, and she seemed to have drunk a lot. A faint smell of alcohol could be smelled between her breaths.

"Are you okay?" Jack was a little unsure about the girl's alcohol tolerance. Generally speaking, young girls should be able to drink a lot.

"Don't worry, with my skills, no one can easily touch me." Anna hugged Jack's neck and chuckled in his ear, "Sure enough, the stronger the man, the stronger the jealousy."

"Don't worry, although it's unpleasant to share you with other women, I won't cuckold you. Hehe, the metaphor of the Seres is really interesting. Do they have any prejudice against the Irish?"

"I'm just afraid that you will drink too much and make trouble." Jack awkwardly grabbed the girl's somewhat restless hand.

Although he has lived in the open-minded Europe and the United States for so many years, it is the first time for him to be teased in public.

Fortunately, Anna also knows that business is important. She put some lipstick on Jack's lips and separated them immediately. She reached out to the female bartender at the bar and asked for a glass of ice water to cool herself down.

"There are no suspicious people in the booths around the dance floor. Zhang Mingjun either hasn't arrived yet or he went out the back door." Ma Xidao walked around the central dance floor several times and then walked back to the bar.

"Let Jiang Zhentai pretend to be a waiter delivering something to the top floor to scout the way?" Jack took out his mobile phone and was about to send a message, but he didn't expect that several people's mobile phones rang at the same time.

"Top floor box! Zhang Mingjun!"

Jiang Zhentai probably set it up in advance and directly chose to send a group text message.

Then came the second text message, "Help!"

Unexpectedly, he was the first to find the target among the few people. Jack winked at everyone, "Minrong went out first and went back to the car to find Stanley. Xidao guarded the safe passage and must not let Zhang Mingjun run away."

After that, he and Lin Zheling walked quickly towards the stairs one after the other, and Anna picked up her small bag and followed behind them.

The structure of the "Chroma" nightclub is very simple. The first and second floors are connected. Standing in the corridor on the second floor, you can look down at the large dance floor in the center of the first floor.

The third floor is the top floor, a separate large flat of 300 to 400 square meters. After passing through the private room area on the second floor and walking up the stairs, you can see the closed private room door.

Here, the roar of the subwoofer downstairs can still be heard through the resonance of the floor, but it can't cover up the fierce gunshots in the private room like frying beans.

"Can you give me a gun this time?" For some reason, Jack felt that he could hear a hint of resentment in Lin Zheling's tone?

He pulled out his SIG Sauer pistol and the spare magazine and handed it to him with a smile, and then pulled out his usual FK7.5 from his waist.

It stands to reason that there should be at least two bodyguards or security guards standing outside the door of this kind of private room, but now there is no one. The anxious Lin Zheling rushed up the stairs and looked down to see the dark red blood oozing from the carpet.

He pushed the door and found that it couldn't be pushed open. The door seemed to be blocked by something. He stepped back half a step and kicked it directly.

A body half lying inside the door was forcibly taken away. As soon as Lin Zheling leaned his head inside, he was forced back by several bullets shot at the door frame.

"Come again." Anna took out a stun bomb from her small handbag and pulled out the safety pin. Lin Zheling pushed the door for the second time.

"Bang!"

There was a loud noise in the box accompanied by the rustling of dust, and Lin Zheling rushed in first.

"Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?" Jiang Zhentai, who was hiding under the round bar in the middle of the hall, shook his dizzy head and asked himself three soul questions.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The deafening gunshots rang in his ears, and then a body fell in front of him. He subconsciously rushed over and snatched the pistol that fell to the ground.

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Time went back to ten minutes ago. Jiang Zhentai, dressed as a nightclub waiter, carried a fruit plate and followed three "colleagues" to get into the top-floor box very smoothly.

As expected, he saw Zhang Mingjun and Michael Joe who were negotiating on two sofas facing each other, but it was obvious that the communication between the two sides was not smooth, and the atmosphere on the scene was tense.

Michael Joe is a Korean-American, but as the youngest son of a chaebol, American nationality is just an identity that makes it convenient for him to act.

He mostly manages his own business in South Korea, and conducts various money laundering activities in the name of investment.

More than a month ago, Zhang Mingjun, his largest partner, led someone to break into the place. He threatened the lives of his wife and children and demanded that all the billions of dollars that had been remitted in the name of investment over the years should be reflected.

Over the years, Michael Joe had made a lot of money by borrowing money from chickens and eggs, so he was naturally unhappy. Although he was forced to agree due to the situation at the time, it was worth a billion dollars.

If his wife is gone, he can find another one, and if his children are gone, he can have another one. But without the income brought by this billion dollars, he can only go back in despair and kneel down to his chaebol father, and then hope to inherit more money. Finished.

After having a charming eye for money and recruiting a group of gunmen as bodyguards, Michael Joe suddenly felt that he was capable again.

Especially after seeing that Zhang Mingjun was so big that he dared to come again with only three people, and was searched at gunpoint by his bodyguard at the door and disarmed, Michael Qiao felt that he seemed to be better. .

He knew very well the origin of the money, and he knew even more clearly that if he could kill Zhang Mingjun

"I originally wanted to let you go, but you really have no self-awareness at all." Zhang Mingjun leaned lazily on the sofa, seemingly not minding that the conversation between them was interrupted by several people who came in to serve wine and fruit plates. students heard.

"What kind of self-knowledge? Isn't it important to assess the situation? You idiot." Michael Qiao looked at the three people standing behind Zhang Mingjun with their bare hands, and then looked at the more than ten bodyguards standing behind him with Glocks on their waists. , I just feel a little more courageous.

"You really think of me as your wage earner!" He flashed a bank electronic key that looked like a USB flash drive towards the other party.

"I have indeed prepared the money, but I think you have another option."

Michael Joe winked at a younger brother, and a travel bag filled with US dollar cash was thrown to the ground.

"Here is five million US dollars in cash. You can take this money and go to Vietnam or the Philippines. Isn't what you should be worried about most now how to survive the pursuit in the north? What a hopeless idiot. ”

After saying that, he suddenly stood up from the sofa, pulled out a pistol from his waist and pointed it at Zhang Mingjun's head.