Chapter 112:

Bo Jinyan and Jian Yao left, and the courtyard seemed to be quiet all of a sudden. Zhao Kun stood up lightly: "No more, I'm going to smoke a cigarette." Qin Sheng looked up at the clock: "I should go to the account."
Zheng Chen had already gone with Song Yan. No matter who he sees, Zheng Chen will surely protect him from a close distance. Gu An chuckled softly, as if laughing at the sudden avoidance of these companions. He also went outside the courtyard.
Zhao Kun's house is a black detached house next to the inn. His nature is very quiet, so the house was not decorated much, he simply brushed the wall again. He loves planting, so the green plants have covered the entire yard, so this dark house looks pretty eye-catching.
However, his woman was emaciated and mad. At the age of thirty, he also committed an accident and followed Zhao Kun in an unexpected opportunity. I have been following until now. Although Zhao Kun sometimes fooled around, women didn't care. She lives in this house. She is one of the five arhats of the bergamot. How many people on the rivers and lakes want to call her a loud noise?
Zhao Kun returned home that day and heard the woman dancing in the room. He was probably still drinking. He didn't say hello and went straight to his room. This room is not accessible to women and is full of firearms. The brothers of the bergamot once went in to admire it and praised it.
Zhao Kun lit a cigarette and sat at the window. Over the years, the addiction to smoking has grown, and drugs have become involved. He felt his lungs were about to rot into a big hole. But today he pumped a little hurriedly, smoking one after another, keeping his eyes on the house next to him-the bergamot inn.
No gunshots were heard, and no figure of the two men appeared anywhere.
After Zhao Kun smoked and sat back in the boss chair behind the table, the taste of nicotine made him very relaxed. He put his hands behind his head and smiled. What came to mind was the first time I went outside Bo Jinyan's courtyard. Through the window, he saw the blurred silhouettes of the two men. Then he threw the cigarette butts into the mud, turning his opponents and saying, "They are 80% police. Report to the boss tomorrow and kill them."
But these two people have now become the hot newcomers to the Buddha.
Their lives are really long.
Zhao Kun smiled meaningfully.
At the same time, Qin Sheng really returned to the inn on the first floor of the inn, watching his accountants were calculating. Since he was a child, Qin Sheng has liked these numbers, and he also took the accounting certificate and CPA certificate. Later, following the bergamot, it made the bergamot feel more powerful. After working together for more than two years, the bergamot gave him all financial issues with confidence. If one of the five arhats had the most trust in bergamots, Qin Sheng considered himself the first. Oh ... the bergamot cannot be separated from him.
It can even be said that if he mastered the account, he would master a part of the lifeline of the bergamot.
Thinking of this, Qin Sheng smiled slightly.
Then he looked up and looked upstairs. The smiling snakes had gone in for a long time and hadn't come down yet.
He handed a wink to his confidant. His face was not as smiley as usual, but with a bit of coldness and indifference. As if this is the true nature of this man.
"Keep an eye on them," Qin Sheng whispered. "Any wind and grass move, report to me the first time. Report to me, understand?"

Gu An is probably the most extravagant of all. To the east of the inn, he occupied the tallest house. 20 younger brothers were specially renovated. Although the traffic in the town is not easy, it is necessary to get special approval from the bergamot and ship a batch of imported furniture. Of course, he also gave the bergamot a set of top-grade mahogany furniture, which was very much liked by the bergamot. So there is nothing for others to say.
There are three women in his family at the same time. His house is full of red wine. He likes fur, and often goes hunting on the hills next to him, peels fox and rabbit skins alive, and gives them to the women. Not to mention that he has good craftsmanship, and the fur made is extremely hairy and smooth.
He is also addicted to smoking and drugs. Everyone in the Buddha knows that if Gu An's drug addiction is offended, it will be the most scary. Maybe someone will cut it, so everyone is hiding away. Different from Zhao Kun's righteousness and domineering, Qin Sheng's first courtesy and later soldiers, he has a younger brother's style and is extremely strict and perverse. Whoever agrees with him, he even plays with his own woman and throws a lot of money. Whoever angered him, no matter how many functions he had set up, he also beat you decently. But in the past few years, he has the most meritorious deeds and the most powerful one. The bergamot seemed to be extremely tolerant of this man full of personality. So although Zhao Kun and Qin Sheng were not satisfied with Gu An's rise, gradually, they could only sit on an equal footing with him.
At this moment, when Gu An entered the house, he first picked up a bottle of wine and drank darkly. At this moment a woman tangled up, reached out and touched his crotch. Gu An slapped her aside, then sneered and said, "Get away without looking in the mirror. What do you look like!" The woman was so terrified that she hurried into the room, and the other two women were not. Dare to come out, knowing today that this grandfather did not know which fire was made.
Gu An stumbled and walked back upstairs, closed the door, lay down in the chair, and discarded the wine. Looking at the hazy sky outside the window, he sighed slowly.
He also stared at the inn. But there was always quiet, no movement.
Huh ... a smiling snake.
The smiling snake who was about to enter the bergamot and sit on an equal footing with him. Gu An laughed loudly. He suddenly grabbed a rifle from the table, acting like a cheetah, rushed to the window and aimed at the inn.
Keep aiming.
He passed without notice.
He was ignored by residents of the town.
Until ... a familiar figure appeared in sight.
Tall, short black hair, wearing a white coat, and carrying a medicine chest in his hand. The man walked calmly past the inn and probably went to the clinic again.
Gu An's most uncomfortable is that the doctor always looks good and polite. He smiled slyly and aimed down.
The muzzle is equipped with a muffler.
But when the bullet shot out of the window, through the branches, through the wind and across the street, and finally hit the ground at the foot of Wen Rong, he was still very surprised. He subconsciously put the medicine box on his head and hid under the eaves next to him.
Wen Rong's fair face was even paler, and he took a smooth breath, turning his head to look. I saw empty windows in the houses. Where is anyone? He froze and left quickly.
Zheng Chen leaned in the corridor. Carrying a gun, his look was calm.
When you pass by the end of the corridor and see what he looks like, you know that the bergamot is having something to talk to, and you dare not come to bother.
Zheng Chen is best at stillness. In order to help a bergamot kill a person, he squatted in the rain forest at the border for three days and three nights. Finally, the man was killed, and his head was cut off and brought back to the bergamot.
Everyone said he was the shadow of a bergamot. He is also willing to be a shadow. Because of the shadow, not everyone can take it. That is to say, the bergamot rests on your back with confidence, only to you alone. You learn all his secrets. You look like a shadow, but you see the most darkness and trickery.