He called his wife and children, and he couldn't help but take the things from home and put them in the trunk of the car.
At this time, Manager Zhang¡¯s first thought was that someone would definitely die in Hailar tonight, many people.
He wants to escape from here.
But now that night is falling and the city gates of Hyrule are about to be closed, where will he go?
"Husband, what's wrong? Are you so anxious?"
His wife said, holding her jewelry box in confusion.
In his daughter¡¯s hands, she was also holding a rag doll, which Hu San gave to her.
Manager Zhang took a deep breath, controlled his emotions and said: "It's nothing, I just have to go to the cargo terminal tonight. You can follow me there, otherwise I will be bored by myself."
"Then what do you do with the money?"
His wife asked.
Manager Zhang lowered his voice at this time and said: "You haven't heard of any thieves nearby in the past two days. Can you rest assured if you keep these things at home?"
His wife had no opinion. When she heard this, she subconsciously hugged the jewelry box in her hand.
"Youdon't scare me."
Manager Zhang said: "Why are you lying to me? We have started arresting you in the past two days, but we haven't caught you yet. I don't feel comfortable letting you stay at home."
After saying that, he sat in the driver's seat, started the car, and drove towards the cargo station.
Along the way, he felt very anxious. When he came to the gate of the cargo station, Manager Zhang's beating heart barely calmed down his panic.
Hu San and others walked out of the cargo station. They talked and laughed loudly and walked to the tavern in the city.
This is their daily pastime, but tonight, Manager Zhang knows that something big will happen.
When he walked to Manager Zhang¡¯s checkout, Hu San took out a bunch of keys, put them in front of him and said, ¡°You¡¯re quite punctual. Take good care of your wife and children, and then have a good sleep.¡±
After saying that, he put the tool in Manager Zhang¡¯s hands.
Manager Zhang lowered his head and saw that the bunch of keys were the keys to the cargo station office.
"I¡¤¡¤¡¤¡¤¡¤"
Manager Zhang¡¯s words were stuck in his throat. He wanted to say something, but nothing came out.
Hu San chuckled lightly and said, "Okay, don't say anything anymore, live a good life from now on, don't be a fucking traitor, you know?"
"II understand, Third Master."
Manager Zhang said.
"Uncle Hu, when will you give me another gift? This time I want a toy car, but my father won't buy it for me."
At this time, Duoduo, who was sitting in the back seat of the car, said.
Her daughter often comes to the goods station to play, so she is relatively familiar with Hu San and the others.
Hu San said with a smile: "When you open your eyes tomorrow morning, you will see a big car parked in front of your yard."
"A big car? Bigger than my dad's car?"
Duoduo asked with her eyes wide open.
Hu Sandao: "Yes, it's bigger than your father's."
After saying that, he reached out his hand lovingly and touched Duoduo's head.
Manager Zhang said at this time: "Third Master, what are you"
Hu San chuckled lightly, and then said: "Don't call me Third Master, my name is Hu San."
After saying that, he took his people and walked outside.
Manager Zhang looked at the key and walked into the cargo station.
He is here, with a room of his own.
After Manager Zhang arranged for his wife and children, he took the string of gifts Hu San gave him and walked to Saito's office.
As he walked, he wondered, how could Saito give the belongings of his office to Hu San?
This old devil is a money addict, and he will not leave the office's belongings to Hu San's hands casually.
With this thought in mind, he took a flashlight and came to the door of Saito's office.
He took out the key, turned the door lock, and opened the door.
The moment the flashlight shined in, he saw a person lying on Saito's desk.
Just from the way this man was dressed, he could tell that it was Saito.
Is this old devil asleep? How???Sleep here?
Manager Zhang thought this way and said tentatively: "Mr. Saito, why are you sleeping here?"
No one responded.
Manager Zhang boldly walked forward, then stretched out his hand and boldly pushed Saito.
With such a push, Saito's body slipped from the chair and collapsed to the ground.
Manager Zhang jumped back, shocked as the light of the flashlight shone on Saito's pale cheeks.
This man is actually dead! !
He screamed subconsciously and rushed out of Saito's room.
His wife heard the sound and asked from a distance: "What's wrong?"
"Nonothing, there is a mouse."
Manager Zhang shouted.
"Look at your courage, even a mouse can scare you. Our family is not afraid of mice."
As his wife spoke, she poured Duoduo¡¯s foot-washing water outside the door.
"Yes, Dad, Duoduo is not afraid of mice anymore."
Wearing cotton slippers, Duoduo stood at the door and made a face to him.
Manager Zhang also made a face in response, then turned around and entered the house again.
He has gradually calmed down now, and he finally understands what Hu San means by handing this if into his own hands.
"This is dragging me into the water."
Manager Zhang said this, covering his head.
However, he soon realized that everything might not be so bad after all.
"At least, there may be some changes in Hyrule tonight, no big changes.
Outside Hailar City, soldiers with guns and live ammunition were waiting for the signal flares on the city tower to rise.
This is a member of the special operations brigade of Qiu Guoping's independent division. Each of their infantry divisions also has its own special operations brigade.
In terms of technology and tactics, there may still be some gaps between them and the direct guard regiment, but their overall combat capabilities are definitely better than ordinary soldiers.
There are more than 500 people in this special operations brigade. Next to them are motorcycles, jeeps, armored vehicles, and tanks.
Their armored units are also on standby here.
At this time, in an empty warehouse in Hailar City, Hu San and dozens of his soldiers had taken off their coarse cotton clothes and put on black combat uniforms.
They were fully armed, loaded with live ammunition, and were inspecting the weapons and equipment in their hands.
No one spoke, only the sound of the gun being pulled open, and the sound of bullets being inserted into the magazine.
The sound was extremely crisp, as if a machete had broken a person's bones. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com