**Chapter 134: Gift**
"Gift? What! Now every single one of you has learned to bring me gifts!"
New York City, Long Island, on the rooftop of a high-rise mansion near the beach,
The penthouse duplex, worth tens of millions of US Dollars, came with an extra-large rooftop infinity pool.
Looking down from above, the pool water seemed to merge with the seawater, blending into the same color as the sea and sky.
Tang Song was wrapped in a bath towel, lazily lying on a beach chair, drinking freshly squeezed iced orange juice, and watching two women playing and splashing in the swimming pool.
In the swimming pool, Fox and Skye, who hadn't been seen for a long time, were soaking in the pool wearing bikinis, occasionally doing backstroke, butterfly stroke, and various playful activities.
By the swimming pool, Zheng Duo En, wearing a black and white Gothic Maid Outfit, was haughtily squeezing fresh orange juice for Boss Tang with a juicer.
"Boss, the Chairman, Vice Chairman, and several Directors of the Golden Gate Group have all been dealt with! However, Ding Qing, the Golden Gate Group's number three figure, is in prison..."
Seoul, inside a safe house of the Brotherhood of Assassins, Sloan was pacing in the Room, holding a satellite phone.
"What, if he's in prison, is there no way to deal with him?"
Listening to Tang Song's voice on the other end of the phone, Sloan replied into the phone:
"Boss, Ding Qing is an Overseas Chinese, I considered that you also...
Now that all the High-level Staff of the Golden Gate Group are dead, should we consider finding an agent in South Korea!"
There was no sound from the other end of the phone. Sloan held the satellite phone to his ear, held his breath, and quietly waited for Boss Tang's reply.
By the infinity pool, Tang Song put the satellite phone aside, reached out, and pulled Zheng Duo En, who was adding ice cubes to the freshly squeezed orange juice, into his arms.
Holding Zheng Duo En in the Gothic Maid Outfit in his arms, with one hand embracing her, Boss Tang took out an ancient-looking gold coin with the other hand.
He tossed it up casually. The gold coin tumbled in the air, landed in his palm, and Tang Song clenched his fist.
"One side is a flower, the other is a head!
Take a guess, if you guess correctly, there's a reward!"
"What reward?" Zheng Duo En in the Gothic Maid Outfit wriggled in Tang Song's arms, staring curiously at Tang Song's clenched fist.
"You guess first, and I'll tell you after you guess!"
Tang Song's hand embracing Zheng Duo En wandered incessantly, exploring the secrets of the Gothic Maid under the steampunk aesthetic.
"Flower!"
Zheng Duo En's complexion turned red, and she hummed with pursed lips.
"Too bad, it's the head!" Tang Song smiled and spread his hand. In his palm, a gold coin in excellent condition lay face up, clearly showing the head of a King wearing a crown.
"Mm!"
Because of someone's mischievous hand, Zheng Duo En no longer cared about rewards or no rewards, and completely collapsed softly into Tang Song's arms.
"Hey!" Tang Song got up, picked up Zheng Duo En, and grabbed the satellite phone nearby:
"Send information to Ding Qing, tell him to come to New York to see me. If he doesn't agree, then just kill him!"
Casually tossing the satellite phone aside, Boss Tang carried Zheng Duo En directly into the Room.
In the swimming pool, Skye and Fox, who were playing, saw this scene and exchanged glances.
Soon they also got ashore and went into the house...
...…
Seoul City, Songpa District, Eastern Detention Center.
During yard time, Ding Qing, wearing an orange prison uniform, sat quietly on a bench in the sun, reading a newspaper.
Around him, seven or eight tall and strong prisoners were wary and guarding the surroundings.
As a Director of the Golden Gate Group, South Korea's top yakuza organization, and likely the next Chairman of the Golden Gate Group,
Ding Qing's treatment in the Detention Center was naturally different from that of ordinary prisoners, even when he first entered the Detention Center.
The warden of the Eastern Detention Center personally went to his single cell to visit him.
"Ah, shibal! Another crackdown on the underworld? Are those bastards at the Blue House just bored?"
Looking at the content on the newspaper, Ding Qing threw the newspaper onto the ground and stomped on it fiercely twice.
"Stop!"
At this moment, a thin Man wearing an orange prison uniform walked from the side towards the bench where Ding Qing was sitting.
Several Golden Gate Group men on the periphery quickly stopped him.
During this time, the High-level Staff of the Golden Gate Group were successively killed, so Li Zi Cheng specifically arranged for a group of the Golden Gate Group's best fighters to enter the Detention Center to protect their Leader.
If it weren't for the Mutant detection devices in the prison, Ding Qing would have tried everything to arrange for a group of Mutant Bodyguards to come in, no matter the cost.
"You! Come here!"
Ding Qing beckoned, and several Golden Gate Group thugs brought the thin Man in front of Ding Qing's bench.
Their gazes were fixed on him. As soon as he made any dangerous move, they would immediately pounce forward.
"Ha!" Ding Qing took off his glasses, breathed onto the lens, and took out a glasses cloth from his pocket to wipe the lenses.
"Yes, what is it?"
The thin Man kept bowing and nodding towards Ding Qing.
"Someone asked me to give you, to bring you a message. If you weren't involved in that matter, go to New York. If you, you were involved... then, then..."
The thin Man stammered for a long time without saying the rest.
"Then what?" Ding Qing finished wiping his glasses and held them up to the sunlight, examining the spotless lenses. His eyes stared straight at the thin Man.
His fierce look made the thin Man's legs go weak. "He, they told you to prepare a coffin, Leader. This, this isn't what I said, they told me to pass on the message..."
"Ah, shibal!"
Several Golden Gate Group thugs heard the thin Man's words, rolled up their sleeves, and prepared to step forward to teach this loose-mouthed guy a lesson.
"Alright, he's just a messenger, don't make things difficult for him!"
Ding Qing stood up and stretched towards the sun. "Ah, shibal, it's finally over! Notify the people from the Group's Ministry of Justice, I'm getting out of prison tomorrow, tell them to handle the bail procedures!"
"Yes, Leader!"
...…
The next morning, at the Gate of the Seoul Eastern Detention Center, a line of black Hyundai Cars was parked on the side of the prison road.
A group of black suit Bodyguards stood neatly at the entrance, respectfully waiting.
Clang! The prison Gate opened. After two prison guards escorted Ding Qing out, they saw the dozens of people standing Outside, and with a bang, they heavily closed the Gate again.
"The weather is nice today!"
Ding Qing stretched out his hand, wanting to embrace familiar people, but after scanning around, he couldn't find that familiar shadow.
"Where's that guy Zi Cheng? What's he busy with? He's absent for something as important as his Leader getting out of prison!"
Ding Qing said this half-jokingly, but when he saw the group of Golden Gate Group subordinates in black suits in front of him all lowering their heads,
His complexion immediately changed!
"Where's Zi Cheng!?"
Ding Qing looked at the group of subordinates who were bowing their heads and not speaking, walked straight up, grabbed one, and asked, gripping his collar.
"Director Li, he was killed! Section Chief Jiang from the Seoul Metropolitan Police Department was also with him!"
Ding Qing's complexion was ashen. He gritted his teeth, released the subordinate's collar, and patted his shoulder.
"Clang!"
He turned around and kicked the car door of a car nearby. The car door of the black Hyundai Car instantly dented significantly.
"Let's go! Back to the group building!"
Ding Qing took the suit jacket handed to him by a subordinate nearby and put it on.
A subordinate nearby quickly opened the car door for him.
...
"Wenxi, what exactly happened? Who killed Zi Cheng, and why did he die with that guy named Jiang?"
Inside the car, Ding Qing finally couldn't suppress the anger in his heart and slammed his fist heavily onto the seat in front of him. Sitting next to Ding Qing was his Chinese-American lawyer,
and also his confidant, Yang Wenxi. He quietly waited for Ding Qing to finish venting his emotions before adjusting his glasses and explaining the whole story to him.
"Zi Cheng and the Section Chief of the Investigation Planning Division of the Seoul Metropolitan Police Department were shot and killed together in an abandoned factory in the southern suburbs of Seoul.
The Metropolitan Police Department wanted to conceal the information, but after our inside source found out, they passed the information to us!"
"I hired Hackers to attack the Seoul Metropolitan Police Department's database,"
Yang Wenxi glanced at Ding Qing with some hesitation.
As Ding Qing's confidant, he knew the depth of the friendship between Ding Qing and Li Zi Cheng, but there was no way he could conceal this matter from Ding Qing.
"Zi Cheng was an undercover agent for the Metropolitan Police Department!"
After Yang Wenxi finished speaking, he carefully observed Ding Qing's expression.
Undercover agent!? Ding Qing's expression was somewhat stunned, and then his look became complex. Doubt, resentment, sudden realization, and relief flashed across his face, a mix of emotions.
"Who killed Zi Cheng?"
"According to the police's bullet mark analysis report, it was the same person who killed Chairman Zhang!"
Yang Wenxi paused for a moment: "Besides Li Zi Cheng, his deputy Shi Wu was also an undercover agent for the Metropolitan Police Department. I've already had people control him. What do you think we should do?"
"The old rule, throw him In the Sea to plant lotus!"
Ding Qing looked out the window, his eyes unblinking...
Yang Wenxi nodded and immediately made a phone call to have it handled.
The so-called planting lotus means putting a person into a gasoline drum / barrel, then filling it with cement, and throwing it into the ocean.
This is the method the Golden Gate Group consistently uses to deal with people, making it impossible for the Metropolitan Police Department to find them.
...…
Cheongdam-dong, Seoul's famous Wealthy District, is also a well-known commercial center within Seoul.
Countless tycoons, businessmen, and movie stars from the upper class live here, symbolizing wealth and power.
There are many fashionable shopping centers, bars, and coffee shops here, and many South Korean stars have purchased property near Cheongdam-dong.
The combination of fashion and wealth makes Cheongdam-dong the premier golden real estate location in Seoul and even South Korea.
No one would have thought that a Hitman's safe house would be located in such a place.
Gu Zi Yun sat on the sofa with a pale complexion, looking at the brightly lit night view Outside.
"Uncle, it looks like you're very afraid of your Boss!"
Gu Zi Yun's originally rosy lips had become pale and cracked, and her voice was also a little hoarse.
The Skeleton Demon's toxin had spread throughout her body. Even though Sloan had used the method Tang Song taught him to suppress the spread of the toxin,
Her body was so weak that even standing up was difficult.
Gu Zi Yun's eyes were still bright. The look she gave Sloan when she turned back carried mockery.
"The Boss is not someone you can speculate about!" Sloan, wearing a scarf, carried various types of food from the kitchen to the dining table.
However, it was mostly Western food like sandwiches, hamburgers, and fried steak.
After placing all the food on the table, Sloan pushed Gu Zi Yun, who was sitting in a wheelchair, to the table.
"Yes, Uncle, are you planning to give me as a Gift to your Boss? Tell me, does he want to use me for experiments or is he a Lolic*n!"
Looking at the madness revealed in Gu Zi Yun's innocent big eyes,
Sloan nodded gently at her and said, "I think the Boss will like your personality!
Cherish this opportunity. If the Boss is satisfied with you, for you, it will be like a mortal obtaining the key to the Kingdom of Gods!"
Gu Zi Yun looked at the fanatical Sloan and inexplicably shivered.
At this moment, a doorbell rang.
Sloan walked over, listened to the three long and one short presses of the doorbell, and opened the Room door.
"Take good care of this little girl and make sure she eats. The medicine is ready in the bathtub. After she eats, give her a bath..."
Sloan opened the door, and in came an ordinary-looking South Korean elderly woman.
She nodded towards Sloan, walked over, skillfully tied a napkin around Gu Zi Yun's neck, and began feeding her! Sloan watched for a while, then turned and left the Room, walked to the entrance, took out a key, and opened the Room door.
...
In the large four-bedroom, two-living room apartment, Sloan didn't turn on the lights. He walked directly to the study, using the light filtering in from Outside the window.
In front of the bookshelf, Sloan took out a copy of "The Count of Monte Cristo", pressed the switch inside, and the entire row of bookshelves slid to the sides, revealing a dazzling array of weapons inside.
Various handguns, submachine guns, and sniper rifles hung all over the shelves.
Daggers and fire axes, these cold weapons, hung on both sides. The weapon rack even had less common weapons like a crossbow.
Sloan skillfully began checking the maintenance condition and loading status of the Things on the weapon rack...
This was a habit he had developed over many years. Whenever he arrived at a safe house, the first thing he did was check the escape routes and the weapons stored inside the safe house.
"Ding-a-ling!"
Just as Sloan was pushing out the bullets from a handgun magazine to check them, his Mobile Phone suddenly rang.
Sloan took out his Mobile Phone and looked at the unfamiliar South Korean number on it! He answered the Call.
"Annyeonghaseyo! Are you Boss Tang's person? I am Ding Qing!"
"Chairman Ding! Hello! It seems you've made up your mind!"
Sloan put the handgun back on the gun rack and walked out of the study with the Mobile Phone.
"I wonder when Boss Tang is free? I'd like to visit him in New York!"
Seoul Asan Hospital, in front of the Obstetrics and Gynecology Department, Ding Qing was pacing in the corridor, holding his Mobile Phone.
Several Golden Gate Group Computer Experts in black suits were constantly using laptops to track his Mobile Signal.
"Our Boss means that he welcomes Chairman Ding anytime in the next couple of days!"
That night, several men who came out of the Ward to get water or accompany patients, and the on-duty nurses, saw these strong men dressed in black suits, and each one of them was so scared they wanted to walk pressed against the wall!
"Then I definitely need to prepare a big Gift for Boss Tang. After all, without you, I wouldn't have become Chairman so easily! Oh, and thanks to you for helping me remove the mole I had in the National Police Agency!"
"Chairman Ding is too kind, it was just a coincidence!"
After hanging up the Phone, Ding Qing walked to the window at the end of the Hospital corridor. Through the glass, he looked at his own face reflected on the glass, a face whose expression he couldn't quite describe, and suddenly grinned.
"Have you found his position?"
Ding Qing turned his head and looked at the Computer Experts from the Group.
They all shook their heads. One of them, emboldened, replied, "The Call time was too short, and the other party's Mobile Phone has a signal encryption program, making it very difficult to locate!"
"Never mind then!" Ding Qing waved his hand: "You guys go back first, I want to be alone for a bit!"
In the silent Hospital corridor, Ding Qing sat alone on the floor of the long corridor, looking a bit dejected, with his collar open.
Tap, tap, tap...
Footsteps made Ding Qing, whose eyes were bloodshot, raise his head.
At the end of the corridor, Yang Wenxi, carrying a briefcase, pushed open the corridor door and walked in.
"Big Brother, it's all arranged. The passport and tomorrow's airplane ticket. You can be transferred to Afghanistan tomorrow morning!"
Ding Qing took off a Rolex gold watch from his wrist and threw it to Yang Wenxi.
"Wenxi, you go back with her too. Give this to her and tell her it's a Gift from me for my future Big Nephew!"
Yang Wenxi reached out and caught the gold watch, asking with some hesitation, "Big Brother, is it worth it?"
"Ah, shibal, stop with the nonsense. Get lost quickly tomorrow. Take good care of Zi Cheng's wife and child!"
"It's not like I'm definitely going to die. Are the Things ready?"
Yang Wenxi nodded: "We got it on the Black Market! But this Thing probably won't pass security check!"
"Then just throw money at it. Also, pack up Zi Cheng's Chess Teacher. I promised to give Boss Tang a big Gift!"
(End of chapter)