My Cell Game

The forces from all sides gathered and moved, and Jiang Zuo naturally couldn't rest.

The search for an agent can't be delayed any longer, he must solve it completely today, because blood surges may appear at any time.

"Did you get out for the third time?" Jiang Zuo asked Shu Ran.

"Not yet, at least not today." Shu Ran held the low-profile crystal ball (the one made with distilled water) and shook his head.

"That's good, I'll get rid of the agent's business tonight." Jiang Zuo said, drew out the player list.

I remember all the IDs and locations of potential players on this list, and Jiang Zuo screened them one by one.

The agent Jiang Zuo is looking for is a person who replaces the clown and comes forward to integrate and lead the Judge's army.

For such a person, strength comes next. The most important thing is to have leadership and charisma. It is best to have experience in managing a lot of people.

After tossing over and over again, Jiang Zuo finally fixed his eyes on a player's ID——

ID "more wealth, more billions"

Name "An Quantao"

Identity "CEO of Nanyang City Construction Company"

An entrepreneur has led several large-scale counterattacks in the game. He has courage and leadership skills. The key is to be a smart person.

Jiang Zuo likes smart people. When talking to smart people, he doesn't need to speak too much, he can always keep a trace of dignity.

"This guy quite meets my requirements." Jiang Zuo nodded slightly and confirmed the candidate for the top agent.

But Jiang Zuo didn't leave immediately, he still needed to choose a few prepared agents. Jiang Zuo is not sure whether An Quantao will cooperate with him. If An Quantao does not cooperate, he will have to change another candidate.

And now it’s hard to do kidnapping in broad daylight, so you have to wait till night to talk about it.

At 12 o'clock in the morning, Nanyang City Construction Group Building.

After dealing with the affairs of the day, An Quantao got up and stretched out in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the building. His secretary is organizing the desk for him and planning the next day's itinerary by the way.

"Chief An, the chief of the gendarmerie needs to meet with you tomorrow. They demand that the construction site we are working on must be suspended. The expressway is banned today, and our delivery vehicle will have to change its route tomorrow, and cannot take the highway around the city. Up."

"Well, okay, look at the arrangement." An Quantao nodded and picked up the coat on the backrest, "See you tomorrow."

"Goodbye Mr. An."

Separating from the secretary at the door of the building, An Quantao walked to the company's parking lot alone.

At this late day, there were very few people left in the company building.

The heavy snow outside is getting bigger and bigger, and it doesn't mean to stop at all. A thick layer of snow has accumulated on the ground, and the world around it looks extremely quiet.

In the security booth of the parking lot, the elderly security guard was drowsy with a newspaper in his hand while grilling on the electric stove. The orange light of the electric stove warmed the entire sentry box.

An Quantao walked deep into the parking lot, where his car was already ready. The front lights are very bright, a little dazzling, making it difficult to see the figure in the driver's seat.

Opening the door, An Quantao got into the car from the back door and sat behind the driver.

An Quantao frowned slightly after touching the seat under him. The usual seats are automatically heated, but today's seats are cold.

"Xiao Liu, the seat is heated up. I am older and feel uncomfortable sitting in the cold." An Quantao smiled and said to the driver in front.

However, the driver Xiao Liu did not reply.

"Little Liu?" An Quantao tried to ask again.

"Your driver is in the trunk now." A hoarse voice came from the driver's seat.

An Quantao's spirit suddenly lifted, and his whole body was shocked. Without a word, he pulled the door handle of the car door.

But no matter how he pulled it, the car door did not open.

"No need to try, it's locked from the inside."

"What do you want to do?" Dense beads of sweat came out of An Quantao's forehead.

"There are so many people here, Mr. An, let's talk to another place." The man in the driver's seat finished speaking, stepped on the accelerator and drove the car slowly out of the parking lot.

Driving out of the parking lot, this black car drove slowly on the highway at night.

The snow chains on the wheels rolled on the snowy road, making a crunching sound of crushing ice.

An Quantao in the back seat gradually calmed down, and he began to think about who would hijack him.

Competitor in business? No, he has a complete monopoly in Nanyang City. Recently, he hasn't heard of any construction company that has emerged.

The begging for money? No, I don’t have a tradition of defaulting on wages, and the company’s funds are not tight, so there is no need to default on wages.

Who would kidnap himself?

An Quantao thought of a few possible candidates, all of whom were competitors when he was young. It's been almost ten years, still can't swallow that breath and want to be yourself?

While An Quantao was thinking, the car had gradually left the city and drove towards the remote suburbs.

There were fewer and fewer people on the side of the road, there was heavy snow in the sky, and the freezing wind blew and blew. I glanced at the red electronic clock on the car, one o'clock in the morning.

Snowy nights, early mornings, and wilderness, no matter how they look like a good place to throw corpses.

Finally, the car stopped on a small bridge in the suburbs. The person in the driver's seat pulled out the car key, turned off the car, opened the door and walked down, standing by the bridge, seemingly waiting for An Quantao to get off the car.

An Quantao in the back seat hesitated slightly, opened the door, and stepped into the wind and snow.

After stepping into the wind and snow, An Quantao could see the opponent's appearance clearly.

This is a man wearing a clown mask and a large trench coat.

"Joker? I've heard of you." An Quantao was trembling with cold.

"Haha, Mr. An forgive me. You have to find a convenient place to talk about business." The man behind the clown mask laughed, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and lit one for An Quantao.

An Quantao did not refuse, took a breath, An Quantao asked, "What can you do if you come to me?"

"Nanyang City is over, do you know?" The clown was straight to the point.

"How do you say this?" An Quantao did not understand.

"Have you not noticed anything abnormal recently?" The clown snorted coldly and said:

"The periphery of Nanyang City has been surrounded by the army. We are trapped here, whether we live or die, we can only rely on ourselves.

Deadpool, have you seen it? In two days, that kind of stuff will become all over the streets, and the entire Nanyang City will become a special show for Deadpool. "

An Quantao did not speak, but silently listened to the clown. Now his life is in the hands of the clown, and it is best to keep silent before knowing the purpose of the clown.

The clown didn't care if An Quantao believed it or not, he simply said the blood tide.

At the end, the clown turned his head and stared at An Quantao's eyes, and said word by word: "I can help you survive the blood tide, but the premise is that you have to do something for me."

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