In the suburban noodle shop, Mao Ziang clenched his fists when he heard Zhou Fuguang's voice, and his inferior mobile phone made a squeaking sound.

"Hello? Who is this?"

"It's me, Mao Zi'ang."

In the three offices, Zhou Fuguang's pupils shrank when he heard Mao Ziang's voice.

According to the intelligence he received, Mao Ziang should have been taken away by the Ninth Division. Why would he call him?

The conspiracy of the Nine Branches?

This idea flashed through Zhou Fuguang's mind, and was immediately rejected by him.

Wu Mian is a smart man and would never buckle him in such a provocative way.

Thinking of this, Zhou Fuguang asked quickly: "Why are you calling me?"

"I should be the one asking you this question, right?"

Mao Ziang suppressed the pain and anger in his heart: "Have you ever thought that I can still be alive?"

"Things have already happened. It's meaningless for you to discuss this kind of thing with me again. I don't think you called me just to scold me, right?"

Zhou Fuguang is a person who has experienced ups and downs. Although he was very surprised by Mao Ziang's phone call, he still made the best choice for himself in the shortest time: "I admit that I took advantage of you, but after you accepted the transformation and became

From the moment you synthesize a human, you should know what kind of fate you will have. There is no point in arguing with me here. Please talk about something more realistic."

Mao Ziang asked: "The information in my hand is very important to you, isn't it?"

"It is indeed very important, but it does not threaten me, because I use this thing to threaten others. Of course, you can also choose to cooperate with people who need it, but I advise you not to do that, because it is very dangerous.

It's dangerous. The other party's people will never protect your safety. The more people know about this, the more difficult your situation will be."

Zhou Fuguang smiled: "I know you hate me, but cooperating with me is your only choice."

"Similarly, don't even think about threatening me. After all, I have died once."

Mao Ziang changed the topic: "I have been ruined by you, but I have to live my life in the future. This thing is of no use to me, I am ready to negotiate a deal with you."

"The thing is still in your hand?" Zhou Fuguang was overjoyed, but his tone was calm: "How can I trust you?"

"You don't need to believe me, or if you want something, you can only choose to believe me."

Mao Ziang made the conditions straightforward: "If you want to take the things away, I want 200 million, and it must be laundered cash. At the same time, you must erase my synthetic file and let me go abroad. Finally, you must

You have to make the transaction with me in person. Don't tell me that this thing isn't worth that much. When you contacted me before, you regarded it as more important than money."

"I agree to your conditions. As long as you give me the things, money is not an issue, and erasing your information is a piece of cake."

Zhou Fuguang paused for a moment: "You don't have to see me, because you have no chance of revenge."

"I just want to ensure that the transaction can proceed smoothly." Mao Ziang did not explain too much: "I will give you two hours to raise the money, and then rush to the eastern suburbs of the city to wait for my call. Don't play any tricks, otherwise you will completely miss it.

.”

After Mao Ziang finished speaking, he removed the mobile phone sim card and threw it into the sewer on the roadside. He crushed the phone into pieces with his fist and rode on the stolen motorcycle all the way north.

Yes, not the east, but the north.

He didn't want to trade at all.

The previous attack at 113b allowed him to survive by chance. Although he didn't know who the people who attacked the three places were, he knew very well that the people who attacked them also came after him.

He made this call to Zhou Fuguang just to divert his attention and delay his escape.

…

Mao Ziang's phone call did have an effect.

In order to prevent another accident, Zhou Fuguang sent all the action teams from the three offices to the east of the city and personally fought the battle. He also dialed Zhao Heping's number on the way: "The situation has changed. Mao Ziang contacted me. He wants to

Sell ​​me the information you have."

When Zhao Heping heard the news, he pondered for a long time and still didn't get around this corner: "Wasn't Mao Zi'ang captured by Wu Mian? How can he, a synthetic human who has only undergone low-level transformation, escape from the hands of Jiu Chu?"

"I suspect that Mao Zi'ang was not caught by Section 9 at all. Otherwise, it would be completely meaningless for Wu Mian to set a trap for me after he has already been found. I suspect that he was just trying to be mysterious when he met you before."

Zhou Fuguang expressed his analysis: "I don't know yet whether Mao Zi'ang wants to trade with me or not, but I think there is no need for him to lie to me. Judging from his intentions, this person should be preparing to take a sum of money to go abroad.

"

Zhao Heping asked: "How much does he want?"

"He wants 200 million, but that's not important," Zhou Fuguang smiled: "You don't really think I will negotiate a deal with a synthetic person, do you?"

"No! Give him the money!"

Zhao Heping made the decision without hesitation: "Just use the collected money to pay. I will contact Jiang Youen now. If the money is not enough, we will find a way to make up for you. Compared with money, the value of that information

Gao Gao, I ask you to trade normally, and after we get the money, you can find a way to trace Mao Ziang's whereabouts. This is a serious matter, so everything needs to be stable."

"Okay, I understand." Seeing that Zhao Heping attached great importance to this matter, Zhou Fuguang did not refute him: "Don't worry, I will keep an eye on this matter personally. If there is any news, I will communicate with you at any time."

…

On the other side, Shen Jiahong stood in front of Wu Mian, pointed at the map on the holographic projection and said to Wu Mian: "I conducted a comprehensive investigation on Mao Ziang based on his social information and the confessions of several of his accomplices, but the outcome was not the same.

Not optimistic. Mao Ziang has no relatives at home, and all his social connections are concentrated in Kyoto. According to the current situation, he will definitely not dare to stay in Kyoto, but where will he go after leaving here? We really have no fixed direction."

"Continue to dig deeper and check his social connections. If you can't find it in society, just check his classmates. Since he ran away, he will definitely choose a place that can give him a sense of security, and this shouldn't be him.

’s hometown.”

Wu Mian tapped the table with his hand: "In addition to social relations, we also need to check his collateral relatives, and..."

While the two were talking, Lu Dayu opened the door and walked into the office: "Brother Ninth, I just received news that people from the three offices have made large-scale mobilizations. Almost all of them are dispatched and are moving to the east of the city."
Chapter completed!