Chapter 991

The SUV had a lot of horsepower just now. It didn't stop until it was about to hit the huge stone. Pull out a deep impression on the back of the car.

Wang Fuqu, who stopped the car, took out another cigar from his arms. Before and after each killing, he was always used to smoking a cigarette, and he always carried his favorite imperial palace building with him, but this time he didn't bring it, only a box of Cuban cigars from others.

It's also because of habit that I reluctantly smoke a cigar that doesn't suit my taste. The middle-aged householder in the back seat looks around and looks out of the window. He sees that the scene outside is not the way to enter.

The cold wind was stinging on his face. He realized the bad middle-aged householder and said with a trembling smile, "Mr. Wang, it seems that this is not the way to the airport. Let's go to the airport earlier."

"Otherwise, I'm sorry to have delayed your rest." Pretending to be calm, Wang Fu Qu turned to look at him with a sneer.

"After thinking about it, I still don't think I will send you to the airport. The girl has a lot of power behind her. It's hard to find you. If you can't keep your mouth shut and let us out, isn't that bad? "

The sneer's face is fixed in the householder's eyes, and the cold sweat seeps out on his face. A muffled pistol was on his forehead, and Wang Fuqu, with a cigar in his other hand, took a deep breath of his cigar.

The householder in front of him said hastily, "Mr. Wang, you have to believe me! I will never betray you! I swear, I swear The householder who has been drenched in sweat just wants to ask Wang Fuqu to let him die.

A light sound came from the car, and the middle-aged householder was lying in a pool of blood. There was a slightly larger wound in the middle of the eyebrow, which killed him. Maybe the middle-aged householder has lost consciousness before he feels pain.

The cigar in my hand has been burnt out. There is only the wind whirring on the cliff and the roar of the Land Rover. A corpse was pushed to the bottom of the cliff. Seven or eight seconds later, an echo was heard from below.

It was already two o'clock in the morning when Wang Fuqu drove back to Suzhou City from the edge of the cliff. The lights in the villa are on, which is Wang Fuqu's habit. Every time he goes out, he will ask the servant to turn on the lights in the room.

He didn't want to see a dead house as soon as he came back, even if there was no one to accompany him. Wang Fuqu felt a little warm when he saw the light.

An old computer in the room is still humming. It's hard to see such an old desktop computer in such a luxurious villa. The servants of the villa didn't have the right to enter here. Naturally, they didn't know that there were such things in it.

Only Wang Fuqu knows its existence. There is a flash like a mailbox on the lower right corner of the computer screen. Go back to wangfuqu in the room and click on it, then an interface will pop up.

There's nothing on it, just a series of wrong codes. In other people's opinion, it should be that the computer is too old and there is a reading fault, but Wang Fuqu stares at the error code above and looks at it carefully.

Then he took the pen from his chest, took out a piece of paper from the drawer, and copied down the error code in one of the above places. In three minutes, a line of words was written under the wrong code, "the task has changed. Send the target to the Taiwang temple in the Tibetan city."