The best perspective expert

Chapter 345 You Lie

"That's it?" Li Jipeng heaved a sigh of relief.

Han Zhenyang chuckled, "For Chairman Li Da, it is naturally a trivial matter, but for small businessmen like us, the final payment of 700 million is a lot of money. Just right, I need the money urgently now, Da Li If it's convenient for the chairman, let's settle it first?"

"No problem," Li Jipeng didn't know whether what Han Zhenyang said was true or not, but at this moment he just wanted to send Han Zhenyang away quickly, because he couldn't understand Han Zhenyang at all, especially Han Zhenyang knew that there was a pistol hidden in his drawer, Not only did he know the model, but he also knew that it was probably new, which made him feel a little bit of fear.

If Han Zhenyang is really just looking for money, he doesn't care. Although 700 million is a lot, it is nothing to him, the chairman of the ocean freight group.What's more, as long as he gets out of the current predicament, he is confident that Han Zhenyang will be captured, and the money will naturally return to his pocket.

So Li Jipeng took out the check book without hesitation, filled in 700 million in a snap, handed it to Han Zhenyang, and asked calmly, "Is there anything else?"

Han Zhenyang took the check, flicked it with his fingers, made a crisp sound, nodded in satisfaction, reached out to take a book from the desk, put the check in it, and asked: "Chairman Li Da will not be reluctant to part with this book, will he?" ?”

Li Jipeng resisted the urge to shoot down Han Zhenyang and nodded, "If you like it, it's okay to give it all to you."

Han Zhenyang smiled, "Chairman Li Da has a bad memory, but he is quite generous." After speaking, he suddenly sat up straight, "You asked me if there was anything else, and now I will tell you the answer, yes."

Li Jipeng wished he could slap himself, what would he do with his mouth.But at this time, he could only force a smile, "What else is there?"

Han Zhenyang didn't answer in a hurry, but just stared at Li Jipeng for more than a minute. Li Jipeng was at a loss for what to do, so he asked, "You really don't know me?"

As the chairman of Hailan Group, Li Jipeng has been the only one who has kept others at a loss for so many years. He has seen countless outstanding young people, including many second-generations of various types, but none of them would bring any kindness to him. He was under such a great pressure, so he subconsciously shook his head, "I don't know."

"I really don't know you?"

Li Jipeng stared at Han Zhenyang seriously for a long time, then continued to shake his head, "I don't know him."

Han Zhenyang sighed with disappointment, "Li Jipeng, this is boring, why don't I remind you?"

"Who the hell are you? Don't play tricks," Li Jipeng yelled angrily in a low voice, after all, he is also a billionaire boss and has a temper.

"Okay, let me remind you, six years ago, at 22:04 pm on October 30, at the Wanggongzhuang section of the ring road," Han Zhenyang said with an unusually calm expression, but his eyes were fixed on Li Jipeng. Murderous intent loomed, "Do you need me to go into more detail?"

Hearing his words, Li Jipeng got up suddenly, looked at Han Zhenyang as if he was facing an enemy, pointed at him with trembling palms, and sat down after a while, "It's you, if I remember correctly, your surname is Han? I think One day you will find the truth, but I didn't expect it to be so fast, you, how did you find me?"

"What you should do now is to tell me exactly what happened."

"You really should know," Li Jipeng sighed, "I came back from the capital with a friend that day, and when we passed by Wanggongzhuang, I answered a phone call. One of them didn't pay attention and almost collided with the oncoming truck. In order to avoid it, the direction was too far away. Suddenly, I went to the side of the road. I wanted to step on the brakes, but I stepped on the accelerator, and then I ran into your dad. Afterwards, I was so scared that I ran back. I thought I would be caught soon , but I didn't expect that until now, I have secretly gone to see your father's funeral, and I have seen you and your sister..."

"You lied!" Han Zhenyang slapped the chair with his palm, and the metal armrest snapped off.

Li Jipeng shivered, then raised his head blankly and asked, "Why should I lie?"

"You lied!" Han Zhenyang stared at Li Jipeng and repeated.

Li Jipeng opened his mouth, "No..."

"You lied, do you know who you killed? You killed a senior intelligence officer of the Second Department of the General Staff. He was a super expert who could kill seven in and seven out of a bandit's den. He was a man with one man and one man. The super soldier who singled out a tribe with a single gun is a super agent who has done countless meritorious deeds abroad for several years but is safe and sound. With that broken car you were driving at that time, can you kill him?" Han Zhenyang's voice was not high, but His tone was full of anger, as if he wanted to devour Li Jipeng in front of him.

After saying this, he calmed down a little, and asked with a sneering smile: "Didn't you just ask me how I found you? Let me tell you now, it was not I who found you, but the intelligence personnel from the Second Department of the General Staff. You, do you know what the second part is for?"

Li Jipeng was so frightened that he was dumbfounded. He trembled like chaff. It took him a long time to ask with difficulty: "So, you, you are also a member of the country?"

Han Zhenyang smiled coldly, "What do you think?" He took a deep breath, "I'll give you another chance to tell me what happened that day. You didn't kill my dad. You don't have the ability, but you know people."

"I, I," Li Jipeng opened his mouth, and suddenly covered his face and began to cry bitterly. While crying, he knocked his head on the desk, looking remorseful, but when he was crying the worst, he pulled the drawer with his left hand, Reached in with his right hand, grabbed the Colt pistol inside, quickly opened the safety bullet and loaded it, pointed at Han Zhenyang, and then said with a smirk: "You son of a bitch, I let you brothers and sisters go soft-hearted at that time, I didn't expect you would dare to come to the door, ha ha , if there is a way to heaven, you don’t go, if there is no way to hell, you come here, go down and reunite with your dead ghost father.”

After Li Jipeng grabbed the pistol, he immediately showed his true face. There were tears on his face. The crying just now was just a performance to confuse Han Zhenyang.At this moment, he pointed the pistol at Han Zhenyang, then took out a silencer from the drawer with his left hand, installed it, and pulled the trigger without hesitation, "Go to hell."

"call out--"

The bullet hit Han Zhenyang's chest almost instantly, within a distance of less than two meters, no matter how bad Li Jipeng's marksmanship was, he would not miss it.

Han Zhenyang sat motionless on the chair. Of course, he would not be fooled by Li Jipeng's little trick. In fact, he knew from the very beginning that Li Jipeng was pretending to cry, because he had always turned on the see-through mode. From the moment he entered the door, Li Jipeng's every move , and even the beating frequency of the heart was clearly seen by him.

Similarly, at the stage when Li Jipeng pulled the drawer, took the gun, loaded the gun, installed the silencer until he fired the gun, he had many chances to snatch the gun, and when the distance between them was less than two meters, let alone a non-professional like Li Jipeng Professionals, such as Helena, are useless for gun masters. Their movements are not much like slow motion in his eyes.

But he didn't do that, but sat quietly and let Li Jipeng shoot.

Until the moment the bullet was imminent, his right hand scooped it up in front of him, so fast that there was almost no shadow, so that Li Jipeng didn't react at all. Seeing that he was unharmed, he unloaded the magazine and looked at the bullet inside, and then looked at the gun. and fired another shot at him.

Still the same as before, he didn't even change his sitting posture, but this time Li Jipeng noticed his movements.

"You, you..." Li Jipeng looked at the unharmed Han Zhenyang with cold sweat on his head, and couldn't help taking a few steps back, "Who are you?"

Han Zhenyang chuckled, slowly spread his right hand, and revealed the two undeformed bullets inside, "It seems that not only what you said is false, even your gun is a counterfeit and shoddy product."

Li Jipeng's pupils shrank to very small for a moment, but soon he roared "Fake you Mahler Gobi", and at the same time he raised his gun and fired again, and pulled the trigger several times in a row until the magazine was empty.

This time, Han Zhenyang changed his posture, waving his hands in front of him quickly, like catching fish five times in a row, and there were five more bullets in his palm, plus the two just now, a lot of them all Caught in his hand.

Putting the seven bullets into his pocket, he asked calmly, "Is there any more? Do you want to continue, and see if your pistol exploded first, or my palm was pierced first."

"You, you..." Like seeing a ghost, Li Jipeng suddenly turned around and ran, heading straight for the window. He even wanted to jump from the window. This is the second floor. For an ordinary person in his 50s like Li Jipeng , Jumping down directly is no different from courting death, but he still jumped down without hesitation, obviously thinking that being with Han Zhenyang is more terrifying than jumping off a building.

That's right, Han Zhenyang's methods are comparable to those of Huoyun Cthulhu in the movie.

Encountering such a freak enemy is more terrifying than death. Relatively speaking, there is still a chance of survival by jumping off the building.

It's a pity that Li Jipeng's glimmer of life is fleeting. As soon as he left, he felt a black shadow flashing in front of him. Just raise your palm like that.

Li Jipeng is less than 1.7 meters tall. When he was able to look at Han Zhenyang's eyes, his feet were already more than ten centimeters above the ground. Being strangled by someone's neck and hanging in the air was not very pleasant. Li Jipeng was struggling and scratching in midair. Kicking wildly, but as soon as he moved, he felt the palms on his neck tightened suddenly, his brain turned black, and the strength in his body seemed to be drained in an instant, and he suddenly softened until his consciousness gradually became blurred.

When he was in a daze, he vaguely heard someone say in his ear: "Tell me what happened back then, tell me, and I'll let you down, okay?"

(End of this chapter)