Chapter 393 Save My Family

Z.H’s room is very dark, the only window is covered with cardboard, and only a square air hole with an area of ​​less than 400 square centimeters is exposed. Not to mention visible light, even fresh air is difficult to penetrate, no wonder the acid The smell can't go out, the whole prison.

Yang Cheng felt depressed after staying in the house for less than half an hour, and wanted to let the wind out very much. It is really hard to imagine how Z.H survives in such an environment all the year round. If it evolves for dozens or hundreds of years, will it become A brand new nocturnal creature that can only roam in the dark?

At this time, Z.H was still focusing on the drawing board in front of him, while Yang Cheng was organizing his words, trying to find out more secrets, sniffed uncomfortably, and was about to speak when Hansen came over and whispered in Yang Cheng's ear. He said, "Boss, someone is coming up."

Yang Cheng just wanted to say, is it worth making a fuss about someone coming up? But then I thought about it, usually there should be no people coming to this floor, and it is indeed suspicious that a stranger suddenly appeared at this moment.

"Did you come here?" Yang Cheng glanced at Z.H who was sitting safely in front of the drawing board and asked.

"It should be, the other party didn't stay on the first and second floors." As soon as the voice fell, Hansen covered his earphones and listened to his subordinate's report, and then said to Yang Cheng, "We have reached the third floor."

Yang Cheng brought Hansen and Andrew into the door just now, and the other two bodyguards were scattered downstairs and did not stay in the corridor, so the other party should not have noticed that other people were present.

Following Hansen's report, Yang Cheng also heard the sound of footsteps clearly. There was no way, this broken building would collapse even if she sneezed, how good would the sound insulation be?

"Dong dong dong~" There was a heavy knock on the door.

Yang Cheng subconsciously looked at Z.H, only to see that he glanced in the direction of the door lightly, without any intention of getting up to open the door, and continued to wave the paintbrush.

"Dong dong dong~" There was another heavy slam on the door, followed by a voice that sounded disgusting, "Zachary Hussein! Open the door, I know you are inside, pretending to be dead is it's useless."

"Zachary Hussein, a Middle Easterner?" With great effort, Yang Cheng finally knew Z.H's real name, Zachary Hussein, a very typical and common surname and first name in the Arab region .

There was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, at least he figured out where this Z.H came from, with the name as a reference, and looking at the skeleton in front of him, it seemed to have some Arab characteristics, such as a tall and slightly curved nose bridge, deep eye sockets, and Protruding eyebrows and so on, but these characteristics are not so obvious on his skeleton without flesh.

"Open the door, it's useless to hide." The stranger outside the door shouted again.

Seeing Z.H, oh no, it was Zachary who still had no intention of getting up, Yang Cheng gave Andrew who was standing at the door a look, motioning him to open the door.

After receiving the boss's order, Andrew naturally did not hesitate. He hid the gun behind his back with his right hand, and pushed open the iron door with his left hand. The people outside didn't know that it was not Zachary who opened the door. Big black man.

"Eh~ Maybe I went to the wrong room, sorry." The stranger looked fierce, but he was actually a soft-hearted man. He resolutely confessed and was about to retreat under Yang Cheng's playful gaze, but Yang Cheng didn't speak, how could Andrew let it go? When people walked, the footsteps moved sideways and blocked the door, and this stranger would never even think about going out.

"Come in, you're right, Zachary, your friend is here, why don't you get up and welcome him?" Yang Cheng looked at Zachary Hussein with a smile and asked in a playful tone.

"Who are you? Are Zachary the rescuers?" It may be that Yang Cheng has no malicious intentions. This stranger, who seems to be of Eastern European descent, slowly builds up his courage and walks in, facing Yang Cheng's cautious attitude. asked.

"I just want to ask you this question, who are you? Why have I never heard Zachary mention you, oh, I forgot to introduce you, I am Jason Yang, Zachary's friend." He pretended to be a friend, and Zachary just glanced at him,

He moved his lips and did not make a sound to refute.

"Friends? Zachary still has friends? And he is of yellow race?" Of course, the stranger didn't believe Yang Cheng's words, and walked up to Zachary and questioned.

"Oh? Then do you have any objection to me being a yellow race?" Yang Cheng's upturned mouth looked quite eerie in the dim environment.

The stranger didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly became full of confidence, and even threatened Yang Cheng, "I don't care who you are, I kindly remind you that Zachary's affairs are not something you can participate in, you'd better do it now." Just leave, I'll pretend I haven't seen you, otherwise things won't be beautiful when the people behind me come over."

After finishing speaking, Yang Cheng ignored Yang Cheng's attitude, slapped Zachary on the head, and reprimanded him with a very unhappy attitude, "I said Zachary, are you still not going to hand over the painting? You don't have much time gone."

Zhaqa didn't respond to such rude and rude behavior, but said lightly, "Isn't the painting for you?"

The stranger grinned sneeringly, "You know what we want, the real one! Not those cheap fakes!"

Zachary looked contemptuously, "Really? It's really worthless, a full $6 million."

The stranger was like a duck whose neck was pinched, and he couldn't speak for a moment, and then, as if he had been greatly insulted, he punched and kicked Zachary, and threw his fluffy and messy hair on the drawing board, "Who told you? Selling for 6 million? Huh? You have learned to resist? Your family is dying? Recently, a big boss marked your sister with a sky-high price of 100,000 US dollars, should I agree? "

"How dare you! My family is short of a hair, I swear you won't get a single painting!" Zachary was furious, and he was trying to resist, but unfortunately he had no strength, and was carried like a little chicken. He can struggle in vain, but anyone can see the anger in his heart. If his red eyes can eat people, I'm afraid that strange strong man would have been chewed into dregs long ago.

Yang Cheng finally made a move. The conversation between the two was quick, but it was enough for him to grasp useful information. The strange Eastern European was asking Zachary for authentic works of certain paintings, and he also used Zachary's family threats.

He raised his chin to Hansen, signaled him to separate the two, and controlled the stranger, ignoring the stranger's yelling, and stepped in front of Zachary, whose eyes were tearing apart, and said seriously, "It's very serious." It’s clear, you’re at the end of your rope, and now I’m the only one who can help you.”

The situation of the stranger over there was no different from that of Zachary before. He was pinned against the wall by Hansen and could not move, but the curses in his mouth never stopped.

Zachary hugged Yang Cheng's arm tightly, with pleading eyes, pointing to the "Mona Lisa" on the wall, tremblingly begging, "Take that painting, I beg you Save my sister, save my family."