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Chapter 240 Hidden Dragon Emerges from the Abyss

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    "What will happen to us? Mr. Chief doesn't need to worry about it at all. After all, after this afternoon, you will no longer be the Chief, General." Qiao smiled coldly and said, "We will have new leadership, new ways of doing things, new  mentality and new friends. Morningstar will see unprecedented growth that would never have been possible in the hands of your generation."

    "Then what are you going to do with me, shoot me?" The general smiled slightly and said, "Compared to death from illness, I prefer this more manly way of death."

    "Of course not. Killing you will cause too many repercussions. You have been in charge of Morningstar Company for more than ten years and have had too much influence. No one will take such a risk to execute you. Especially if we haven't caught Silver Wolf yet, you will  It's the best bait, and even if it doesn't work, it can also be used as a bargaining chip in negotiations." Qiao smiled slightly and said, "I am a pragmatist and very frugal, so naturally I will not waste a high-value target like you."

    "It's an honor. It's a pity that this high-value target of mine is about to die." The general laughed and said, "If this were not the case, do you really think that everything you have done can be hidden from me?"

    "Watch him, don't let anything happen to him." Joe said to the general's assistant, then he gave the old man a complicated look, turned around and walked out with the other board members.

    The general said calmly, "How much did they pay for you to betray me?"

    "Sorry General, I know this makes you uncomfortable. But you should also know that everyone has a price. As long as the price is high enough, there will always be someone who betrays you, either me or someone else. And the economy is in a recession recently.  , and being an assistant doesn¡¯t make you a very high income.¡± The assistant said calmly.

    "Yes, I understand. So they gave you a lot? That's really a blessing." The general smiled and said, "But do you want to make more?"

    "I think about it, even in my dreams. But I also know that once I let you go, I won't be able to enjoy the money anymore." The assistant hesitated for a moment and shook his head.

    "I didn't ask you to let me go?" the general said with a slight smile, "I just need you to do a small favor, absolutely a small favor without risk. And you will make more than betraying me. Think about it.  , opportunities don¡¯t come every day.¡±

    "What kind of small favor?" the young assistant asked with caution.

    "It's just a very simple thing, bring me something here." The general said calmly, "It's a very simple thing, and you can get one million. And no one will know that you helped me. At this price  ,what do you think?"

    "One million?" the assistant said slightly surprised.

    "What, are you suspecting that I have no money?" The general smiled slightly, "Or are you suspecting that you are not worth the price?"

    The assistant hesitated and said, "What kind of things do you want me to bring for you?"

    "Opposite the company building, there is a restaurant selling fried chicken. Go buy a piece of fried chicken and tell them that you need their store's secret sauce." The general said with a slight smile.

    ¡°A portion of fried chicken with secret sauce. Is it that simple?¡± The assistant couldn¡¯t believe his ears.

    The general smiled bitterly, "How can I be complicated when I'm like this? I just like the fried chicken wings in that store. This shouldn't be too much to ask, right?"

    "I buy you a piece of fried chicken, and you give me a million dollars? How do you pay me?" The assistant looked at the general in disbelief.

    "I can transfer money with just one phone call. It doesn't matter if you don't want to, I can always find someone to buy it for me." The old man sighed.

    The assistant immediately said, "Wait a moment, I'll go right away."

    He now fully agrees with Joe's statement. This old guy is old and even a little confused.  You can earn a million by doing this little thing for him, so why not do it.  But what if he has no money?  That's not a loss. Anyway, as his assistant, he just runs errands for him every day.  But what if he really has it and really gives it to him?  The assistant's mouth felt dry when he thought of this, as if he was as excited as having received the money.

    He locked the general in the safe house, then quickly went downstairs and ran to the small fast food restaurant opposite.  Feeling a little nervous, he said, "I want a piece of fried chicken, and oh, by the way, I also want to add your store's secret sauce."

    This time period is not meal time, so there are not many people in the restaurant.  The person who greeted him was the fat owner of the fast food restaurant, a fat man in his forties.  When I heard him ask for secret sauce, I raised my eyebrows slightly and asked, "Would you like sweet sauce or hot sauce?"

    "I'm not too sure about this. Let's take two." The assistant thought for a while, took out his wallet and asked, "How much is it?"

    "I'll give it to you." The fat boss said kindly

    "Send it to me?" the assistant said in shock.

    The fat boss looked very kind, "Yes, I will send you off. I will send you on your way!"

    Before the assistant could react, the fat boss suddenly took action. Two stubby arms suddenly hit the assistant's neck. His arms quickly completed a triangle lock and exerted force.  With a "click", the assistant's whole body softened.  Until his death, he never believed that his neck would be broken by a fast food restaurant owner.

    The CEO¡¯s assistant, although called an assistant, is actually responsible for protecting the CEO.  All of them are skilled masters, but even such masters seem to be vulnerable in front of this small fast food restaurant owner.  Several employees in the store were watching, but no one was surprised.

    With a gloomy look on his face, the fat boss kicked open the plastic bin containing garbage next to him and threw the assistant in.  Then he went to the kitchen at the back alone and opened the drawer.

    This drawer has three levels in total. The upper level is for automatic rifles, the middle level is for pistols, and the lower level is for various knives.

    The fat boss quickly put on his body armor, fixed the two pistols on his thighs with belts, and then quickly loaded the bullets in the automatic rifle magazine.  Twelve years ago, almost when Morning Star Company was built, there was this fast food restaurant selling fried chicken opposite, and it also had this fat boss.  No one knew or suspected that this fat boss was the second director of Morning Star Company, even above Silver Wolf.

    "General, after twelve years, this day finally comes." The fat man picked up a gold-plated pistol, lowered his head and kissed the handle of the gun.  He was as gentle as he was treating his lover.  Then he calmly put the automatic rifle behind his back and stuffed a few more explosives and explosives into a travel bag.

    After finishing all this, he stood back in the store again and looked around the fast food restaurant.  He calmly said to the employees in the store, "You all go, this matter has nothing to do with you." Then he carried his travel bag and walked towards the high-rise building opposite without hesitation.

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