My Cell Game

All forces gathered and moved, Jiang Zuo naturally couldn't stay idle.

The matter of finding an agent could not be delayed any longer. He had to solve it completely today, because a blood wave could appear at any time.

"Did the third eye appear?" Jiang Zuo asked Shu Ran.

"Not yet, at least it won't come out today." Shu Ran shook her head while holding the low-end version of the crystal ball (the one made with distilled water).

"That's good, I'll settle the matter of the agent tonight." Jiang Zuo said, pulling out the player list.

I remember that the list was full of IDs and locations of potential players, and Jiang Zuo screened them one by one.

The agent Jiang Zuo was looking for was someone who would replace the clown and come forward to integrate and lead the army of judges.

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

After tossing and turning, Jiang Zuo finally fixed his gaze on a player's ID——

ID "more wealth and billions"

Name "An Quantao"

Identity "Boss of Nanyang City Construction Company"

An entrepreneur who has led several large-scale counterattacks in the game, has courage and leadership. The key is to be smart.

Jiang Zuo likes smart people, and he doesn't have to speak too much when talking with smart people, he can always maintain a trace of decency.

"This guy quite meets my requirements." Jiang Zuo nodded slightly, confirming the candidate for the number one agent.

However, Jiang Zuo didn't leave immediately, he still needed to choose a few reserve agents. Jiang Zuo wasn't sure if An Quantao would cooperate with him. If An Quantao didn't cooperate, he would have to choose another candidate.

And now it's broad daylight, so it's not easy to do kidnapping, so we have to wait until night to talk about it.

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

After An Quantao finished handling the affairs of the day, he got up and stretched himself in front of the French windows of the building. His secretary was clearing the desk for him, planning the next day's schedule by the way.

"Mr. An, the chief of the gendarmerie needs to meet with you tomorrow. They demand that the construction site we are working on must be shut down. The expressway is prohibited from passing through today, and our delivery vehicles will have to change their way tomorrow. They cannot take the expressway around the city." gone."

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

"Goodbye, Mr. An."

After parting with the secretary at the entrance of the building, An Quantao walked to the company's parking lot alone.

On such a 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 had already accumulated on the ground, and the surrounding world seemed extraordinarily quiet.

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

An Quantao walked into the deep part of the parking lot, where his car was already ready. The headlights in front were turned on very brightly, which was a bit dazzling, making it hard to see the figure in the driver's seat.

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

Touching the seat under his hand, An Quantao frowned slightly. The usual seats are automatically heated, but today's seats are cold.

"Xiao Liu, warm up the seat. It's too cold to sit on because you're old." An Quantao smiled and said to the driver in front of him.

However, the driver Xiao Liu did not reply.

"Xiao 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 trembled. Without saying a word, he pulled the door handle of the car door.

But no matter how hard he pulled, the door didn't open.

"Don't try it, it's locked from the inside."

"What do you want to do?" There were beads of sweat on An Quantao's forehead.

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

Driving out of the parking lot, the black car was driving slowly on the road at night.

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

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

Competitors in business? No, he has a complete monopoly in Nanyang City, and he hasn't heard of any construction company that has sprung up recently. He didn't lose his job, so he wouldn't take the risk of kidnapping himself.

The man who begged for money? No, I have no tradition of defaulting on wages, and the company's funds are not tight, so there is no need to default on the wages of my subordinates.

Then who will kidnap himself?

An Quantao thought of several possible candidates, all of whom were competitors when he was young. It's been almost ten years, and I still can't swallow that breath, want to get rid of myself?

While An Quantao was thinking, the car had gradually left the urban area and headed towards the remote suburbs.

There are fewer and fewer people on the side of the road, the sky is snowing heavily, and the cold wind is blowing again and again. Glancing at the red electronic clock on the car, it was one o'clock in the morning.

Snowy night, early morning, wilderness, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a good place to throw a corpse.

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, as if waiting for An Quantao to get off the car.

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

Stepping into the wind and snow, An Quantao finally saw the opponent's face clearly.

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

"Clown? I've heard of you." An Quantao was shivering from the cold.

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

An Quantao did not refuse, took a puff of cigarette, and An Quantao asked, "What do you want me for?"

"Nanyang City is coming to an end, do you know?" The clown cut straight to the point.

"How do you say that?" An Quantao didn't understand.

"Haven't you noticed anything unusual recently?" The clown snorted coldly and said:

"Nanyang City has been surrounded by the army, we are trapped here, life or death, we can only rely on ourselves.

Deadpool, have you seen it? In two days, that kind of thing will be everywhere, and the entire Nanyang City will become a special event for Deadpool. "

An Quantao didn't speak, and listened silently to the clown's words. Now his life is in the hands of the clown, before he knows the purpose of the clown, it is the best policy to keep silent.

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

In the end, the clown turned his head, stared into An Quantao's eyes, and said word by word: "I can help you survive the blood tide, but only if you do something for me."