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Chapter 710, I fired 100 bullets(2/4)

"That's where the Party Affairs Investigation Department wants to arrest you."

"you……"

The fisherman felt incredible.

Is Zhang Yong saying that he already knows his identity?

How can it be?

He's new. A whole new line.

Because of the original traitor in Hangcheng, the organization decided to open a new line.

This line has no intersection with Hangzhou, Shanghai, or Jinling. The superiors who lead this line are also transferred from other places.

They have no assignments at the moment. They are completely on standby and have no specific work.

Who knew that Zhang Yong would come to your door?

In just a few seconds, the fisherman went through all the activities on his line. No loopholes were found!

How did Zhang Yong figure out his identity?

It’s really evil...

Fortunately this guy is not an enemy.

Although this guy has nothing to do with the organization, he does not mean any harm.

Otherwise, the underground party may be uprooted.

This feeling was very bad. He didn't want something like this to happen. But he had to take precautions in everything.

The issue is……

I don’t know where the vulnerability is at all. How to prevent it?

"you misunderstood."

"I don't care who you are. In short, you have to help with this matter. I will pay and you will contribute."

"Who else knows besides you?"

"She knows it now. You can kill her to silence her..."

"Nonsense."

The fisherman couldn't help but become serious.

Killing people and silencing them is just nonsense.

"Look, you are anxious. Your identity has been exposed."

"Zhang Yong, what is going on?"

"Anyway, just think of it as doing me a favor. I'll give you money and a radio station..."

"We don't make deals."

"Then I have to go find the Crocodile Gang."

"As you please."

"Okay. Get off the car!"

Zhang Yong was also a little angry and felt that the other party was unkind.

Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. How can you not help? However, he couldn't tell the other party the real reason.

The other party also belongs to the Big Brother camp. It is very taboo to question Big Brother.

After thinking about it, Zhang Yong thought it would be better to ask the Crocodile Gang to come forward.

The fisherman got out of the car, thought for a while, and then turned back. "I can help you rescue you. But, I don't know anything. I'm just saving people."

"Okay." Zhang Yong nodded. He felt that this fisherman was still humane.

"How do you want to do it?"

"Get in the car and go to the riverside."

"That's all."

"Understood. I won't ask you to do anything that violates organizational disciplines. No money talk. No transactions. You just save people. You met by chance. It has nothing to do with anyone."

Zhang Yong spread his arms and said.

The fisherman then got back into the car and remained silent.

Natasha was silent the whole way. She didn't know what she was thinking. Maybe she wasn't thinking about anything, she was just a walking zombie.

"Shanbei Village..."

"right."

"Where to go?"

"east……"

Under the guidance of the fisherman, Zhang Yong arrived at Shanbei Village.

He ordered everyone to get out of the car and sealed off the surrounding areas. Then, Zhang Yong personally pushed Natasha to the riverside and found a ridge.

Below the ridge is the surface of the river. If you fall down, you will find the river water.

Downstream, the fishermen have prepared a small fishing boat. It is actually a small sampan.

Displacement...

Forget it, I can’t afford this word.

Anyway, it is just a small fishing boat. It can only accommodate a few people. If there are too many, it will sink.

Why not hand Natasha directly to the fisherman? No. There is a sense of ceremony in the middle. At least the gunshot must be fired and she must fall into the water. Let Natasha know that she has passed through the palace of hell. She is dead. Her life

You can start over.

so……

This ceremony should be grand.

"Give me!"

Zhang Yong especially took a Thompson submachine gun.

A 100-round drum magazine was specially installed and prepared to "give" Natasha a ride.

If anyone asks in the future:

"Is Natasha dead?"

"I fired 100 rounds of ammunition..."

"Then is she dead?"

"I fired 100 rounds of ammunition..."

"I'm asking you, is she dead?"

"I fired 100 rounds of ammunition..."

This is his answer.

No matter what you ask, this is the answer.

What?

Don’t want to give up? Do you want to continue to struggle?

Those 100 rounds of bullets will hit you. Zhang Yong has so many soul rings, a few more are nothing.

Natasha stood on the ridge like a log.

Who knows what she was thinking.

But it's good.

This posture is good.

Raise the gun.

Prepare to be reborn.

Pull the trigger.

"Ta-ta-ta..."

"Ta-ta-ta..."

The bullet passed by Natasha.

The sound of gunfire caused insects on the shore to fly around. The water surface seemed to ripple.

There were also unknown silver-white river fish that came to join in the fun. They seemed to be alarmed and jumped out of the water, drawing beautiful arcs in the air.
To be continued...
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