This protagonist is really good

Zhu Jian's anger and disbelief immediately made the lackey who was in charge of leading the way show a flattering smile on his face.

He took a step forward, followed closely behind Zhu Jian, and explained, "Brother Jian, you know, these killers are all covert, and killing can be a crime, so they must hide in uninhabited places, right?"

Zhu Jian heard the lackey's explanation and thought about it. It was indeed the truth. The killers in the movies either lived in the basement or in the countryside, and looked like empty-nest youth.

After Zhu Jian figured it out, he laughed, "Yes, professional killers should live in such places."

The five of them soon arrived at an old machine tool factory.

The machine tools in the factory had been dismantled and moved away, and only the power outlet and wires were left on the ceiling fan. The walls were still painted green under the classic white putty. Some parts were thrown on the ground. In the hidden places, there were spider webs everywhere. At first glance, it looked like a haunted house.

Zhu Jian's impatience and hot temper came up again, and he yelled at the lackey beside him, "How dare you lie to me? Are you looking for death!"

The lackey waved his hands quickly, and his facial features seemed to be twisted together, "No, I really didn't lie to you, Brother Jian, the master is here!"

"Is this a place where people live? Even dogs don't live here!" Zhu Jian pointed to the empty factory and said.

However, at this moment, a burst of "whoosh" sounded through the air, and then the sound of a sharp blade cutting through the skin, cutting bones, and penetrating into the concrete was heard.

"Ah!"

A scream like a pig being slaughtered sounded, echoing back and forth in the empty factory.

Only to see a very thin young man in his thirties wearing a black eye mask, a deep scar on his face, and a black sweater and overalls appeared in the middle of the empty factory.

The young man's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he was very dissatisfied with the people who came here.

At this time, a lackey standing next to Zhu Jian immediately walked towards the young man, also nodding and bowing, very respectfully, "Brother Chen, I am Wang Qing, we are high school classmates, and we worked together during the summer vacation. How come you don't remember it in a month? Brother Chen, what's wrong with your eyes?"

The young man named Brother Chen glanced at Wang Qing and suddenly remembered that this person was indeed his high school classmate, but for Brother Chen, that was a long time ago.

Brother Chen did not show any joy on his face when he heard Wang Qing's words. On the contrary, he was still very indifferent, with a cold tone, "Didn't I say that you should never come to me again? Are you looking for death?"

Wang Qing pointed at Zhu Jian, who was nailed to the wall by a kunai and said, "Brother Chen, no, no, no, it's like this, this is Mr. Zhu, I want you to help kill someone."

"Murder?" Brother Chen glanced at Zhu Jian coldly, walked to the concrete pillar and stretched out his hand to pull out the kunai in Zhu Jian's hand.

Brother Chen pulled out the kunai from Zhu Jian's hand, and the kunai that was originally blocking the wound disappeared. The wound on Zhu Jian's hand was bleeding profusely, and the screams became louder and more miserable.

However, Brother Chen did not listen to the painful screams at all. He took out a red and black handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the blood on the kunai, and said coldly, "Killing is fine, but how much money can you pay?"

Several lackeys on Zhu Jian's side quickly tore their shirts into strips to help Zhu Jian temporarily stop the wound.

Zhu Jian also grew up fighting everywhere since he was a child. Although the wound on his hand was serious, it was not to the point of being unbearable.

Although Zhu Jian's head was covered in cold sweat and he was constantly gasping for air, he still did not dare to resist when he saw Brother Chen's ferocious eyes. He said very honestly, "The person I want to kill is called Song Qitong. I will send you her information later and give you a deposit of 500,000 yuan. What do you think?" Brother Chen glanced at Zhu Jian and sneered, "The target you want to get rid of is not worth only one million yuan. If I kill her, I estimate that you can make a profit of at least several hundred million yuan. You'd better offer a more honest price, otherwise no one will do this business." Zhu Jian thought about it. If he got rid of Song Qitong, he could legitimately inherit the Song family's property, which is a 100 billion yuan enterprise. Although Zhu Jian is now arrogant, arrogant, and dandy, he still has basic wisdom. He looked at Brother Chen and asked, "Brother Chen, how much do you want!" Brother Chen stretched out a finger. Zhu Jian asked tentatively, "Ten million?" Brother Chen shook his head. Zhu Jian was shocked. "You don't want 100 million, do you?"

Brother Chen nodded. "Yes, 100 million!"

Zhu Jian hurriedlyShaking his head, "Impossible, one hundred million is too much."

Even if he is the chairman of a company with a billion-dollar group, it is not easy to come up with one hundred million, not to mention that in a short period of time, he is just Song Zhengren's adopted son.

Of course, if after Song Qitong's death, the chief witness immediately regards Zhu Jian as the heir, Zhu Jian does not mind hiring another killer to kill Song Zhengren.

"Then how much can you pay?" Brother Chen scratched his ears.

"Twenty million!" Zhu Jian said.

"Eighty million!"

"Thirty million!"

"Seventy million!"

"Forty million!"

"Sixty million!"

"Fifty million!"

"Deal!" Brother Chen put away the kunai and "transferred fifty million to my account, and send me the information later."

Brother Chen took out his mobile phone and opened the QR code, "Add a friend first."

"Okay!" Zhu Jian took out his mobile phone from his pocket with difficulty and added Brother Chen's friend.

"Still, 50% deposit, pay first, then take action, after success, give me the remaining 50%, if not, return half of the deposit." Brother Chen had a businesslike expression on his face.

"Ah! Return half of the deposit?" Zhu Jian was shocked when he heard what Brother Chen said.

"This is the rule of all major organizations, even if you kill the shadow of the ninja village, you will only return half. Prepare the money and send it to me before 3 pm tomorrow, otherwise you will be in trouble!" After saying that, Brother Chen glared at him and a murderous aura rushed over him, oppressing Zhu Jian so much that he couldn't breathe.

Zhu Jian was almost frightened by this look and lost control on the spot, and quickly avoided Brother Chen's eyes, "Yes, yes, I know, I know, I promise to get 25 million before tomorrow afternoon!"

"That's good to know!" After saying that, Brother Chen disappeared on the spot.

After a while, one of Zhu Jian's lackeys whispered, "Yes, Ninja Village, what shadow? Wang Qing, you have a middle school syndrome!"

Wang Qing glared at the man fiercely, "Are you looking for death? Be careful that Brother Chen will come back and kill you!"

The lackey covered his mouth when he heard this and dared not say a word.