Chapter 483: Nanming Is Dead

Liar Nan Ming lay in the cold yard crying until he was out of breath, leaning against the wall, sobbing softly.

The winter night was very cold, and finally he couldn't hold on anymore, and planned to go back to the car to warm up a little. At this moment, he saw the lights of the car, and his heart skipped a beat.

In this small village, there are very few people coming in the middle of the night, let alone a car. Could it be that the current car came because of him?

The car stopped at a long distance, and then there was a faint sound of the door closing, and someone got out of the car and walked over.

After staying in the dark for a long time, the liar Nan Ming's eyes had already adapted to the darkness. He saw Ying Ying Zhuo Zhuo in the night ahead, who seemed to be holding weapons in their hands, and suddenly became nervous.

When he got closer, he could see that these people were all unusually tall, wearing camouflage uniforms or hunting clothes, and there was a big black man. In such a cold day, his arms were still exposed, and he seemed not afraid of the cold. of.

Liar Nan Ming knew that someone must have come to ask him about that sum of money that he didn't know about.

At this time, the liar Nan Ming had completely given up on that money.

"Lazy God, save me!" the liar Nan Ming begged for help.

"Find a way to solve it yourself, you are a person with authority." Lazy God said coldly.

Although Nan Ming was too lazy to die, he was lazy and righteous, and never asked for help when he shouldn't.

So he couldn't bear the liar Nan Ming relying on him like this.

He's a killer, not a nanny.

Liar Nan Ming gritted his teeth and began to think about what he could do with his authority. Finally, he came up with an idea.

He stretched out two hands, but found that one of the fingers was twisted because of the injury. He gritted his teeth and snapped the fingers back, put his hands together, and called out the "fraud" authority.

In the darkness, his deep voice sounded: "Release authority."

Fraudulent permissions cannot be lifted without movement, at least not from time to time.

Wei Wei's voice made the approaching people vigilant, and they waved their hands lightly, and they quickly dispersed.

Liar Nan Ming gritted his teeth, and said again: "Let everyone think that I am dead!"

If he died, no one would come to him again.

The fraud authority flashed for a moment. It was already very small, but now it shrank to almost disappear, like a firefly that is about to go out.

But it worked anyway.

Liar Nan Ming remembers that everyone has to pay a price for their authority, but he still doesn't know what his price is.

As soon as the voice fell, one of the approaching people suddenly stopped and pressed his ears, as if he heard what the person in the headset said, and then he whispered something, and several people left quickly.

Watching these people leave, the liar Nan Ming collapsed on the ground and let out a long breath.

Only then did the liar Nan Ming know that no one in this world lived a more carefree life than others. For example, he was only pretending to be Nan Ming and was hunted down by so many people. The real Nan Ming must be Live in dire straits.

Fortunately, all of this is finally coming to an end...

Thousands of miles away in Qingyang, Nan Ming was fast asleep, smiling in his dream, and he had already started to imagine what kind of expression Wang Xi would have when he arrived at Suzhan Xihe with a brand new attitude a few days later.

Dreaming and dreaming, he suddenly laughed out loud.

At this moment, Zhao Gaofeng suddenly pushed open the door of Nanming's room, barged in, and said, "It's not good, Mr. Nan!"

"What's the matter?" Nan Ming's sweet dream was interrupted, and he asked dissatisfiedly, I don't know if he slept late last night, is he angry to get up?

"Look at this." Zhao Gaofeng passed the mobile phone in his hand, and saw a live news broadcast on it.

"Here is the news flash. The on-site reporter is reporting on the spot for you in Yongxi Province. According to the news just received, Nan Ming, the founder of Lanshen Technology, is suspected of being kidnapped and torn up. According to the news just received by the police, the evidence at the scene shows that Lanshen Technology Mr. Nan Ming, the founder of technology, was kidnapped by gangsters, and there were conflicts among the kidnappers, and two people died. At present, Mr. Nan Ming's whereabouts are unknown. Police experts said that they will try their best to rescue Mr. Nan Ming. In addition, we also got news that the gangsters were in a distance Five kilometers away from the scene of internal fighting, the body of an unnamed male of appropriate age was found. The identity of the man has not yet been determined. The forensic doctor has taken the body away for examination. Our reporter tried to contact the contact person of Lanshen Technology, but no one responded. All the circumstances show that Mr. Nan Ming is already in danger, and it is even very likely that he has..."

Nan Ming hadn't finished reading when his cell phone rang. He saw that it was his father's call, so he quickly picked it up, saying that he was fine, so that his father was relieved.

Nan Ming is most afraid of being worried by his parents, and he is unwilling to tell them many things. Who would have thought that these reporters would report his death.

Just after I hung up the phone with my parents, various other phones rang again. Nan Ming had no choice but to post the status on the Internet: "I'm still alive and well! Who the hell said I'm dead!"

Nan Ming was about to die of anger, what was going on?

However, the news of Nan Ming's death has spread to the whole world at the speed of light. Even if he came forward to clarify, it was interpreted by many people as Lanshen Technology's approach to stabilize the army and appease the outside world.

Moreover, for those who really cared about Nan Ming, they would not be at ease if they did not hear his voice or ask a few words in person, so this morning, Nan Ming's phone calls were all off the hook.

Nan Ming had no choice but to tell everyone who called him to tell them who they knew, that he was fine and fine.

However, this is still useless, and there are still countless calls coming in.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Su Wenjie also called. Everyone was tired last night, so Su Wenjie switched to airplane mode and slept until now. Anyway, if something really happened, his assistant would remind him.

Therefore, those who tried to contact Lanshen Technology, whether they called the office or called Su Wenjie's cell phone, could not contact him.

As for other lazy technology people, they are night owls, playing too late in the middle of the night, and never get up in the morning.

Even if you can contact ordinary staff, you can't ask three questions.

In this world, clarifications are not as fast as rumors. In the blink of an eye, the whole world knows that Nan Ming is dead.

Someone interviewed Su Zhanxi and Wang Xi, and Wang Xi's pride was beyond words. Nan Ming's death was great news for Lazy Technology's competitors, such as him.

He strained his face to keep himself from laughing out loud, but he felt weird no matter how he looked at it.

"I personally admire Mr. Nan very much in private, but it is an undeniable fact that Lanshen Technology plagiarized and plagiarized our company's technology. We will still sue Lanshen Technology and insist on getting our due compensation. Lanshen Technology is a As a young company, as predecessors and pioneers, we have the responsibility and obligation to teach young people today what is the responsibility of a big company, otherwise they are just nouveau riche..."

your sister!

Nan Ming almost smashed the TV with his mobile phone.

Wang Xi, Wang Xi, just wait for me!

...

It was already dawn, and finally able to see the villagers who got up early, Xiong Ankang moved his numb shoulders, sat up with his hands on his waist.

I ran to Hedong Village in the middle of the night yesterday, but there was no nightlife in the village, and the night lighting in Hedong Village was not good. The whole village was pitch black, and there was not even a place to see people.

If Xiong Ankang hadn't been a fugitive, he might have been scolded and knocked on the door to ask for directions. However, he is still being hunted, and he dared not arouse anyone's suspicion, and he didn't even dare to go to the hotel, so he could only drive at the entrance of the village. Waited all night.

Sometimes, he even wanted to just turn around and leave, but how could he leave penniless and live like a beggar for the rest of his life when he was used to living in rich clothes and rich food?

he can not.

Now someone was finally there. Just as he was about to ask for directions, he heard the sound of a car. He looked over like a frightened bird, and saw several police cars approaching from a distance.

There were also police cars rushing over from the side and the village. Obviously, these policemen had already arrived and surrounded him before they suddenly appeared.

Of course Xiong Ankang didn't know, Xiaobai had already discovered his whereabouts.

At that moment, Xiong Ankang flicked his tail suddenly and got into a narrow path next to him.

In this small village, the roads are muddy and difficult to navigate. There is only one main road, and the other places are very narrow. After driving in, it is estimated that he will not be able to get rid of the pursuers, but he can only do so.

He stepped on the gas pedal, and the car rushed out suddenly, and the body of the car wiped out sparks on the wall.

Unexpectedly, Xiong Ankang would fight so hard, and the policemen were also taken aback.

Suddenly, a person came out from the slanting stab.

With pursuers behind and pedestrians in front, Xiong Ankang gritted his teeth, instead of slowing down, he sped up again.

Death can no longer be caught here!

He still has a great life!

This man stood in front of his car, looking for death, no wonder others.

With a "bang", the person who got out was knocked and flew out.

At that moment, time seemed to be slowed down. Xiong Ankang saw a familiar young face slowly flying in front of him. The boy's limbs twisted in the air, and his body looked like a blood bag that had been squeezed. Same.

As his body was knocked into the air, a black garbage bag was smashed.

Countless red banknotes fell like red snow.

The boy flew about two meters away, the car didn't stop, and ran over the boy's body, as if it had run over a snowdrift.

Perhaps because the blood mixed with the snow on the ground, the wheel slipped and hit the wall. The airbag popped open, and Xiong Ankang was sent flying.

In the snow, mud and blood, the liar Nan Ming struggled hard, he didn't want to die, how much he wanted to live on.

The money he hid will definitely allow grandma to live a good life.

However, it was too late.

"Lazy God... save me..." the liar Nan Ming whispered.

But he couldn't wait for any kind of rescue, the look gradually faded from his eyes, and with a snap, a blood-stained coin fell on his face, covering his still wide-open eyes.

Lazy God sighed softly, his authority is to assassinate, not save people.

"Sorry." (To be continued.)