Chapter 998 Maitreya

"Have you renegotiated the matter? Are we going to continue to help that Mr. G protect his deliveryman?" Fengzi found two bottles of Coke from the refrigerator and threw one of them to Zhang Heng.

"No, he won't believe me." Zhang Heng hung up the phone and took the cola and said, "Just like I won't believe him, his purpose is just to use me to continue to be his bait."

"Huh? Then why did you send him an email?"

"To confirm something," Zhang Heng said, "Although he seemed very angry when the call was first connected, I didn't hear any panic from him, even though on the surface it seemed that he had almost been killed by the emergency response team. We were approaching a dead end, but the interesting thing is that he didn't seem to think so. The reason why he finally agreed to my proposal was not only because he wanted to continue using me as bait, but also because he didn't want to make me suspicious."

"Suspicious?"

"People say that Mr. G is the uncrowned king of the first floor. More than half of the forces and gangs on the first floor are related to him. However, his power has always been limited to the first floor. This is of course due to concerns about the actual rule of New Shanghai 0297. "The author is Tang Morgan, but I don't think a person like him would really stay on the first floor like this," Zhang Heng said while opening a Coke, "After all, he never had it from the beginning. He really places his hopes on me, he should have other hidden cards here."

"Then what are your plans next?" Fengzi asked.

"I plan to help him reveal his trump card and see what's underneath." Zhang Heng said calmly.

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At 10:45, Zhang Heng arrived at a small pharmacy according to the address in the email. It was almost late at night, and there were very few people in the pharmacy, except for a female cashier playing with her mobile phone at the checkout counter and a pharmacist. Outside the teacher, there were only five customers left.

A young couple was picking up pregnancy test sticks at the counter closest to the cashier. An old man who looked almost eighty years old was asking a pharmacist to fill him with Chinese medicine. In addition, there was another man who looked like he had a bad cold. Man, wearing a mask, is sitting on a chair and searching for drug instructions.

Zhang Heng looked around, his eyes lingering on the man wearing a mask for a moment, but he finally moved away. At this time, the pharmacist on the other side helped the old man prepare Chinese medicine, walked over to him, and said, "You Okay, do you need help?"

"Oh, no, I just want to buy some vitamins and see for myself."

"Okay, no problem," the pharmacist said. "The vitamins are on the left hand side of the second row of shelves. It's up to you."

"Thank you." Zhang Heng thanked him and walked over.

About two minutes later, a man wearing a motorcycle helmet and a leather jacket, wrapped up tightly, walked into the store. He also looked around the people in the store, and finally his eyes fell on the man wearing a mask. On the body.

The man wearing a motorcycle helmet walked up, sat down next to the latter, and then said, "Do you have a peach-flavored e-cigarette?"

As a result, the man wearing a mask snorted and cursed, "Get out of here, gay!"

The man wearing the motorcycle helmet was stunned, as if he was a little surprised. Seeing that the other man had no reaction, the man wearing the mask simply stood up, patted his pants, and walked out of the pharmacy.

Then the man wearing the motorcycle helmet saw an ordinary guy wearing work clothes who looked like a second-floor resident walking towards him. The man wearing the motorcycle helmet straightened his back and put on a defensive posture. .

Then I heard the other person say, "I don't have a peach-flavored e-cigarette, but if you are willing to pay me one hundred credits, I can get you a cocoa-flavored one."

"That couldn't be better." The man wearing the motorcycle helmet said happily after hearing this. He stood up and followed Zhang Heng out of the pharmacy. It wasn't until he was out of the range of the camera that the man wearing the motorcycle helmet stretched out his hand and said, "Hello, I'm in charge of this. Maitreya, the courier for this transaction, you are here to protect my Zhang Heng."

Maitreya's outstretched hand stayed in the air for two seconds. Seeing that Zhang Heng was motionless, he retracted his hand in embarrassment, "Mr. G told me about your matter. I can understand your dissatisfaction, but what's important now is Get out of here and return the goods to the first floor.”

"Have you brought the goods?" Zhang Heng asked.

"I brought it." Maitreya nodded and knocked on his helmet, "But the problem now is that the guys from the emergency response team have blocked the station, and there are only three couriers left, so they only arranged three people to be in charge outside. Following our whereabouts, the remaining people gathered at the station to prevent us from leaving.”

"Let's go back to the safe house first and then discuss how to leave next." Zhang Heng said.

"Okay," Maitreya didn't have any objections, "Mr. G said that you are the strongest clone he has ever seen. He asked me to follow your arrangements from now on. I believe you will take me out of here."

Zhang Heng was noncommittal upon hearing this, and then he took Maitreya back to the apartment on the 11th floor.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Maitreya, a boy in a baseball cap who was tied up with stripes. But he quickly came to his senses and praised, "This is the member of the emergency response team who was held hostage by you. You are indeed as powerful as the rumors say. Just Even the most elite armed forces of Morgan in the Tang Dynasty are no match for you. By the way, you also have a female companion, right? Isn’t she here?”

"It was just a woman I met in a bar. I asked her to help me find this place. Later, in order not to reveal my location, I already solved her."

"If it were me, I would do the same thing." Maitreya nodded and sat down on the sofa.

"What do you want to drink?" Zhang Heng opened the refrigerator.

"Oh, whatever, we are still on the run, and I am not a particular person." Maitreya said, "By the way, we are safe now, may I ask how we will return to the first floor next. "

"In exchange for hostages." Zhang Heng said, kicking the boy in the baseball cap who was curled up.

As a result, Maitreya showed a hint of hesitation when he heard this, "Your idea is very good, but I have to remind you that these guys in the emergency response team have been instilled with the spirit of mission first. Compared with the safety of their companions, they have no regard for the safety of their companions." For them, whether they can complete the mission is more important. I...I don't think they will choose to let us go because of the safety of a member." Maitreya said as tactfully as possible.

"No, the hostage exchange is just a bait. We use the hostages to lure their people away from the station. Only in this way can we pass through their blockade there." Zhang Heng said, and then he picked up the pistol on the table. "And if they send fewer people, I don't mind helping them reduce their numbers."