Chapter 334: Cruel artist (one more)

If this conjecture is true, then it can be seen that this time the Huahui did not seem to plan to shoot her directly, but rather take her away.
What is the purpose?
Of course, it is not ruled out that criminals want to commit the crime, which has to wait for the police to investigate.
At this time, Cui Xian pulled Wei Sheng aside, frowned and said, "When we entered the hotel, I noticed two men on the corner of the street were paying attention to us. It was a bit abnormal."
Wei Sheng raised her eyebrows. If she guessed right, the two men mentioned by Cui Xian were not the gang who kidnapped Tang Yuling, but the people responsible for protecting her.
Right now, there are two people around Wei Sheng who are on duty to protect her at any time. This is also to prevent another attack on the riverside that night. When she was in school, the bodyguards arranged by themselves outside the school, or stayed for rest, or It's eating and wandering, everything is reimbursed by the company, and when Wei Sheng leaves the school, they will keep up with the protection.
For example, Wei Sheng ate at the Chinese restaurant of the Weston Hotel today. Two bodyguards waited in the hotel lobby. Wei Sheng and others went back to school. The two bodyguards accompanied on the street. Because the school gate was closed, Wei Sheng and others had to return. To the hotel, then the two bodyguards might be on standby in a room next to Wei Sheng.
This group of men had always protected Li Xianzong at the beginning, and Wei Sheng did not need to bother with the experience, but according to Wei Sheng's request, they would secretly protect her without disturbing her normal life.
Of course, she couldn't explain this to Cui Xian, so she pursed her lips and said, "Let's see what the police say first."
When the words fell, she was also a little surprised. If the two men Cui Xian noticed were really his own bodyguards, would his observation skills be very keen.
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Lin Xiao likes to write some memoirs when he is fine, like a personal biography. From the time he was forced to live at the age of fifteen, he traveled to the Philippines with the villagers to join the Philippine Hongmen Bamboo Forest Association Headquarters. The Uyghur Party, and how he became the proud protégé of Jiang Wanwan, a flower club boss, to take over this huge organization, and even every woman he played with.
He thinks these things are very commemorative, and it can be regarded as a record of the life of a gangster in the 1980s and 1990s. Yes, it is a gangster. Because of the inaction and lingering life of the Uyghur Party, he feels that his time is about to Become a thing of the past.
He knows what the general trend is, but he thinks he knows how to make use of the current situation to create his own brilliance. He claims to be a cruel artist, intending to grasp the tail before the turn of the times and release his passion and passion.
So he is willing to record his life, and even hopes to have the opportunity to be published as a reading journal.
The person Lin Xiao admired most in his life and who has always regarded him as his life goal is Situ Xian, the founder of the Z State Zhiwei Party. Although this old man has passed away, his life should be worshipped.
And Situ Xian's early experience is very similar to him. The former was born in a poor peasant family in Chikan Town, Kaiping City, Guangdong Province. At the age of 12, he traveled across the oceans to make a living in Country M and worked as a handyman in a restaurant in Chinatown.
At that time, in order to protect their own interests, many overseas Chinese joined Hongmen Zhiwei Party and other organizations. The Hongmen Zhiwei Party was the largest non-governmental organization of the lower class of overseas Chinese in North America at that time.
It takes "loyalty, unity and mutual assistance" as its creed and "anti-Qing and Ming" as its banner.
In 1885, the 17-year-old Situ Xian vowed to join the Hongmen Zhiwei Party and embarked on a path that affected his life. Not only did he set up the Z State Zhiwei Party, but also took the lead in responding to the call to change the party from the church. More than 30 countries in Asia, America, etc. have also begun to change the party from the church. It is conceivable that in the era under the leadership of Situ Xian, the state of Z and the Uyghur party were so beautiful.
But now, in Yu Linxiao's view, neither Huang Gezhang nor Cao Zuojin are too far apart. Because of their inaction, the Uyghur Party is lingering in the country Z, which looks like it was in the stage of an underground organization that year. Not only does it have no blood. , And there is even an increasing trend from black to white, but this trend has increasingly forced the entire organization to retreat step by step until there is no retreat.
Although he is a vice-party faction, it is clear that the benefits he brings to the vice-party are greater than the benefits that the vice-party brings to him, which breeds his dissatisfaction and ambition.
In the brightly lit luxurious guest room, Lin Xiao sat before committing the crime and slowly wrote down, looking at his passionate writing, smiling with satisfaction.
At this time, the door of the room was knocked, Lin Xiao raised his hand and slapped himself gracefully, the door opened, and a young man in a suit and leather shoes stepped into the room, "Brother Lin, Mr. Fujimoto has arrived in S Sea, do you want tonight? see?"
Lin Xiaomei raised his eyebrows lightly, and on his thin face like an inverted triangle, a pair of peach blossom eyes flashed a little savvy, "First arrange him to stay here and tell Mr. Fujimoto that I look forward to meeting him tomorrow morning. Eat together."
"Yes." The man underneath slowly lowered his head in response. Even if he talked with Lin Xiao every day, he still felt a little harsh and unbearable for his hoarse voice with three-point sharpness.
They all talk about strange people and strange appearances, and this sentence has been perfectly interpreted by Lin Xiao, the head of the Huahui.
"Brother Lin, Director Zhao is done tonight."
"Go down."
After Lin Xiao finished speaking, he closed his biography book, got up and locked it in the safe behind the mural, then picked up the whiskey glass on the table and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking up at the 17-story tall building. The hotel suite overlooks the city under construction. I heard that the Zhiwei Party of various countries has begun to organize groups to return to the motherland for sightseeing and inspection, with the intention of investing in the establishment of industries.
It seems that this huge Chinese organization scattered in various countries has set its sights on the fertile soil of Country Z, trying to get a share of the pie in the early stages of economic transformation.
In addition, some foreign forces also want to participate. In fact, as the landlord, Lin Xiao has become a sweet pastry for everyone to cooperate.
He gently stepped on the marble floor under his feet, with a smile on the corners of his lips. The Keller Hotel was invested and built by him. It has 17 floors. In addition to the guest rooms, the two-story casino is also for him. Here comes a huge income.
Looking at the large area of ​​low-rise houses outside the window, Lin Xiao only felt that he was stepping on the sky above the city, and a wave of pride rose in his chest. He raised his head and drank the dragon tongue with ice scum in his hand. Blue wine.
The spicy entrance leads directly to the intestines and stomach, and just then, a few figures walked into the door again, "Brother Lin, we have captured Wei Sheng."