Rampaging Through the Heavens: Starting by sending Chan Ho-nam to Stanley

Chapter 199 Meng Bo's doing?

After driving Chen Dawen away, McDonald took a deep breath and quickly wrote a line on a piece of cardboard.

Call Jimmy to see me.

The characters were written very large and with great force, leaving marks on the cardboard.

The young bald man nodded and turned to look for someone.

As soon as I turned around, I ran into Jimmy walking towards me in a nonchalant manner.

Jimmy walked casually, with his hands in his pockets, his shoulders bouncing, and something chewing in his mouth.

His expression made him look like he was on vacation, not like he was carrying out a hijacking mission.

The young bald man paused for a moment, then immediately turned back, pointed behind him, and stepped aside to make room for Jimmy.

McDonald looked up and saw Jimmy walking towards them; his face immediately darkened.

Why are all my things missing?

He wasn't unaware that Jimmy was ambitious.

On the contrary, they believe that having ambition is not a bad thing.

At least this person has drive and isn't like those aimless good-for-nothings who just drift through life.

But tonight's events have crossed his line.

Those valuable items are the ultimate goal of tonight's operation.

If the item is lost, then what were they doing all night?

He killed the captain, took hostages, risked being wanted by the Hong Kong police, and ended up empty-handed.

Are you kidding me?

Jimmy looked puzzled after seeing those words.

He looked at the cardboard, then at McDonald's, and then picked up a cardboard sign and wrote on it.

What is it?

He genuinely didn't know.

He had been maintaining order in the queue, watching the wealthy businessmen line up, get tied up, and be searched.

I'm so busy I barely have time to breathe, I have no time to care about anything else.

We've come here to see what happened, why the group suddenly stopped moving.

Where did all the looted stuff go?

McDonald looked at him and sneered.

Jimmy's reaction was unexpected.

I never expected this guy to be such a good actor; he's nothing like his usual impulsive personality.

Jimmy usually wears his heart on his sleeve; he's either happy or unhappy, he can't hide it.

Now look at them, pretending to be so real.

McDonald looked at the young bald man and gestured for him to come over and write.

Young bald man:

"6

He looked at the cardboard and felt completely overwhelmed.

He has already written a lot!

I've never written so many words in my entire life!

My hands are almost broken!

But he dared not disobey McDonald's orders.

The boss is clearly furious right now; anyone who disobeys will be in trouble.

He had no choice but to obediently walk over, pick up a piece of cardboard, and write on it.

Jimmy, I gave you everything back then.

Jimmy: ? ?

He stared at the line of text, his brows furrowed.

Then he picked up the cardboard and tapped it, making a "bang" sound.

What is it?

What exactly is it?

The young bald man had no choice but to continue writing.

[The valuable items seized from those wealthy businessmen.]

After he finished writing, he looked up at Jimmy.

After reading it, Jimmy wrote something else.

What's wrong with these things?

Young bald man: [Lost.]

He paused, then added.

You told me you lost it.

Jimmy finished reading those lines with an incredulous expression on his face.

His eyes widened, his mouth slightly open, and he stood there stunned.

【impossible!】

He wrote that the strokes were heavy.

[I've been maintaining order in the queue the whole time! I've never left!]

McDonald looked at this and then at that, a look of suspicion on his face.

His gaze swept back and forth between the two men, as if trying to determine who was lying.

Then he wrote on the cardboard.

Write down the whole story from beginning to end.

The young bald man took a deep breath and began to write.

He wrote very slowly, stroke by stroke, like a primary school student doing homework.

He was writing while simultaneously flicking his wrist.

too tired.

But I had no choice but to write.

In the group, Japanese policewoman Yako was staring intently at the gambling table.

She was dressed casually and blended into the crowd, but her eyes were sharp, constantly observing her surroundings.

Her voluptuous female companion, Pingzi, leaned closer and asked in a low voice.

"Yako, what are they saying?"

Yako crossed her arms, her gaze never leaving that direction.

"The valuables they just took from us are gone."

"It's gone?"

Pingzi looked regretful and muttered to herself.

"My limited edition LV bag is in there too... and my newly bought Chanel..."

Ya Zi looked speechless and turned to look at her.

"What are you regretting? Is your life more important or your bag?"

Pingzi chuckled and stuck out her tongue.

"Just kidding."

Then she asked curiously.

"Do you think it might be Meng Bo's doing?"

Today, they saw the legendary city hunter Meng Bo board the Fugui Maru.

The guy was wearing a white suit, looking nonchalant, and he was accompanied by several beautiful women.

Ya Zi stroked her chin, deep in thought.

"That's possible."

Although Meng Bo seems unreliable, he is said to be quite capable.

If he's the one behind this, then maybe we can get these things back.

Inside the cabin of the Fuki Maru.

The corridor was dimly lit, and the carpet was covered with intricate patterns.

Meng Bo was leading Kiyoko Imamura to evade Chen Dawen's pursuit.

"Over here, over here!"

Meng Bo held Qingzi's hand and led her through the corridor, turning left and right.

I heard hurried footsteps behind me, along with the silent roars of the bandits.

Chen Dawen and several men gave chase, their guns held high.

"stop!"

He opened his mouth and shouted, but no sound came out.

"Oh shit!"

He cursed again, but there was still no sound.

He was so angry he stomped his feet, but he could only keep chasing.

At the corner of the corridor, a figure wearing a red uniform and a mask stood there.

Chen Yuan.

He watched Meng Bo and Qingzi run past him, and then watched Chen Dawen lead his men to catch up.

The red-clad bandits ran past him, and no one noticed him.

As the last bandit in red ran past him, he suddenly paused and stopped.

The bandit turned around, looked at Chen Yuan, and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

He pointed at Chen Yuan, then at himself, and then made a gesture: Why aren't you leaving?

Chen Yuan pointed to himself and then asked.

"What did you say?"

The bandit:

'

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He ripped off his mask, revealing a dark-skinned Nigerian face.

Then he pointed to his mouth and waved his hand, indicating that he couldn't speak.

Chen Yuan also took off his mask, revealing a look of sudden realization.

"Oh, so you've been muted by me too."

The guy was wondering why there was a second Asian in the group.

Then everything went black and I lost consciousness.

Chen Yuan put away the Golden Desert Eagle and glanced at Meng Bo, who was being chased and leaped around by the red-clad bandits.

The guy was running up the stairs with Kiyoko, followed by a string of pursuers; the scene was as lively as a movie.

Chen Yuan shook his head and turned to leave.

Anyway, this guy has the protagonist's halo, nothing will happen to him.