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Artyom's telescope was placed between two flower pots. The lens was locked on the window of Tong Yu's bedroom. He could tell that Zhu Yi was kneeling on the bed, seemingly busy with something. As for Tong Yu and the infusion catheter, he could not see it at all.

"This should be cleaning Tongyu." Artyom murmured.

Then he moved the lens to the window next to him, and his whole body suddenly tensed up. Why was Fei'er the only one left?

"Where's Zang Hong?"

Artyom felt bad and prepared to retreat.

But at this moment, he suddenly noticed that Feier began to take off her clothes.

Artyom froze slightly. Zang Hong was on the bed?

The telescope was locked on Fei'er, and Fei'er faced the window and slowly took off her clothes one by one.

She took off one piece and smiled and turned around, as if talking to the person on the bed, until she had no more to take off. Five minutes had passed. She slowly walked to the window again, rubbing her chest and closing the curtains.

"Damn it, why did you draw the curtains when we are so far away? If you didn't draw the curtains earlier, you would have wasted my time."

Artyom cursed and suddenly heard the sound of opening the door. His hair stood on end and he suddenly turned around.

Just as he saw, Zang Hong's sword-like figure was rapidly enlarging.

Hunter and prey have been interchanged!

The moment Artyom's thoughts flashed across his mind, his neck was strangled, and his feet left the ground. Veins popped up on his forehead and his face turned purple.

At this moment, Zang Hong had already taken away the gun from his body. He glanced around with sharp eyes. The room was extremely simple, including a bed, table, chairs, and telephone.

As expected, all the listening and receiving equipment was removed.

Only one person was left to continue surveillance.

Zang Hong let go of his hand, and Artyom coughed violently for a long time before his expression gradually calmed down, but he could not hide the fear in his eyes.

Artyom felt an extremely strong depression, a huge gap that could crush him thousands of times.

"Where are the others."

Zang Hong didn't look like he was asking questions, he seemed to be looking for a reason to kill, just waiting for him to say he didn't know.

Artyom swallowed and said with difficulty: "Although I don't know, I can tell you who I am."

Zang Hong showed a trace of sarcasm: "You want to say you are from the security department?"

Unexpectedly, Artyom said: "No, we are from the goose planter."

Zang Hong's eyes narrowed, and Shopkeeper Goose made sense. Among the financial oligarchs, he was the one who was most enthusiastic about building a media group. With the media, he had the right to govern. He once wanted to acquire Pravda, a subsidiary of Far East Media.Of course, Tong Yu could not be sold to him.

But the problem is that the goose planter is exposed too easily.

Now that the monitoring equipment has been removed, there is still an insider left, waiting to reveal the mastermind?

The only thing Zang Hong couldn't figure out was why the blame was not placed on Mr. Ye and drunk driving, but on Mr. Goose?

But he only thought about it for a moment before he came to his senses.

This cannot rule out Ye's involvement in drunk driving at all, but he just drags in the goose shopkeeper. Even though Xia Chuan has extraordinary abilities, he is not an opponent of the three parties. The other financial oligarchs will naturally side with the stronger side, and the general trend will be achieved.

Including the Huo family, they will all fall into trouble.

Survival determines the direction, interests determine the stance, and morality determines how many shots to fire.

In the end, Xia Chuan had no choice but to escape from Hungry Ross if he wanted to survive, and all his wealth was divided up by the financial oligarchs.

But for this frame-up to succeed, Artyom is the key. He must really be a goosefoot.

Zang Hong figured it out and said calmly:

"Are you sure you don't know where the others are?"

"I really don't know." Artyom felt something was wrong, as if he was just a pawn to be discarded.

Zang Hong sighed: "I believe you are from Mr. Goose. But the real mastermind behind the scenes is the CIA. You stay here just to give up your chips to frame the blame. I only wonder how you fell into the trap, or maybe Mr. Goose Don’t know at all?”

Artyom was in a daze and murmured: "Bringing the blame? Why don't we seem to be talking about the same thing?"

"Then how did you get here?" Zang Hong asked.

"Tong Yu purchased the 'Voice of Moscow' radio station but was snatched away by Manager Goose. Tong Yu sent the Far East Mafia to assassinate Manager Goose, but failed. Manager Goose sent us to the Far East. I am only responsible for monitoring Tong Yu. Specific actions I don’t know the plan, I only know that I have obtained Tong Yu’s video tape.”

Artyom felt that it was better to make it clear. The water here was too deep, and it was easy for him to get rid of it by himself.

Zang Hong's heart sank, Gai Ci's skill was far beyond Fei'er's imagination!

There is no doubt that Tong Yu's video will be played in the media owned by Goose Spreader!

He took a deep breath and said calmly:

"Didn't you find out when you were spying on Tong Yu? Tong Yu never did anything dirty?"

Artyom said in confusion: "Even if Jinfeng sent someone to do it, is it Tong Yu's intention? Is the reason also the media competition?"

Zang Hong was a little impatient: "Xiaofeng didn't do it either. It's useless to tell you. I just want to ask you one question. If it was Tong Yu who instigated it, why didn't Shopkeeper Goose directly send someone to kill Tong Yu instead of going through all the trouble? Want Tong Yu’s videotape? Isn’t this the plan of Shopkeeper Goose Palms?”

"I don't know who planned it, but isn't this more cruel than killing someone?" Artyom asked.

Zang Hong shook his head slightly: "It's the need to frame the blame. You are all being used by others to take the blame for others. What I can be sure of is that if I let you go now, you will definitely be silenced by the CIA and then planted on my head. Understand?"

Artem's eyes widened and his lips felt a little dry, "Will you let me go?"

"Of course. But why don't you make a phone call and explain things before you leave? Do you know how you died if you just left?" Zang Hong said patiently.

Artyom hesitated for a moment and asked, "What if you kill me after I make the call?"

"Fuck, do you think you are a financial oligarch? What threats do you have that make me have to kill you? And in such a painstaking way? Just make a phone call, and Mr. Goose Spreader will tell the truth from the lies."

Artyom thought it right, picked up the phone, and was stunned: "There is no sound, the phone line has been cut off."

Zang Hong narrowed his eyes: "Then do you still doubt it?"

Artyom looked around and said blankly: "Maybe it's really a frame-up."

"Made is mentally retarded, let me ask you, do you doubt that you will die?"

"Oh, oh, no doubt." Artyom said quickly.

"Okay, come back and call me. I don't believe they dare to cut off Far East Media's phone number." Zang Hong motioned for him to go ahead.

Artyom turned around and walked to the door. As soon as he opened the door, Zang Hong felt something bad: "Get out of the way!"

chug chug...

A barrage of bullets ripped into Artyom's chest and the body fell.

At the moment when the bullets stopped, Zang Hong reached out and fired a shot like lightning. He just listened to the sound to identify the location, and his honed intuition did not show up at all.

But there was a bang outside, which was the sound of an assault rifle hitting the ground in the corridor.

Then there was the sound of rolling down the stairs.

Zang Hong rushed to the stairs like a fleeting glimpse.

As long as the speed is fast, no one can react.

But there is really no one alive outside.

There was a body at the corner of the stairs, lying on its back, with the bullet hitting the center of the eyebrow.