Electric God's shock

Uncle hurriedly smiled and bowed, "Sorry, two of you, it's really very wonton. It will be here soon, it will be here soon.~~ (hand beating)~~ This teacher Zhao is a regular customer here, and he is rushing to work, so let's eat first. The next one is two."

Sun Weiwei was worried because of the interview. Now that she heard it, she couldn't help but get even angrier. "Why? There has to be a first-come-first-served one. He's busy at work, and I'm also busy with the interview! Why should he eat first?"

Mai Shu only smiled bitterly, and then kept apologizing, trying to calm the anger of this beautiful woman.

The customer is God. He is a small businessperson and dare not offend him, so as not to smash his own signboard. Especially this customer is still a memory. If he annoys her and makes a negative report about hygiene, his shop will have to close down.

Zhao Rui heard Sun Weiwei say this, so he smiled and pushed the bowl of wonton to the side. "It's true that you should come first and come later. In this case, you can eat this bowl of wonton first."

Sun Weiwei looked at the wonton in the bowl and then at Zhao Rui. She couldn't help but stare round her beautiful big eyes. "Do you want me to eat the rest of your food?"

"I'm extremely kind. You don't want to eat it yourself. No wonder I don't want to eat it, let alone the boss. As for you, save your energy and think about how to interview." Zhao Rui said this and brought the bowl back. Then, if no one else started to gobble it up.

Sun Weiwei was robbed white by Zhao Rui. She was so angry that her little nose almost tilted. She puffed her cheeks and didn't speak for a long time.

When Mai Shu looked at the situation, he could not help but cry out bitterly. He thought to himself, why did Teacher Zhao add fuel to the fire? Wasn't this killing him?

He quickly tried his best to appease Sun Weiwei and the camera. At the same time, he ordered the waiter to ask the kitchen to bring the wonton quickly.

Sun Weiwei glared at Zhao Rui angrily. Bai Zhe's forehead was full of black lines. Just as she was about to fight Zhao Rui to the end, the alluring fragrance of wonton suddenly wafted over and kept drilling into her nose.

She was so hungry that she was very uncooperative and began to purr. Her voice was like thunder, attracting the attention of the wonton restaurant customers.

Such an awkward situation caused Sun Weiwei's aggressive momentum to immediately vent. Her pink face was also slightly red.

She had no choice but to sit down. She held the wonton bowl gloomily and began to eat it. In her heart, she regarded these wontons as Zhao Rui, gnashing her teeth and eliminating them one by one.

When Mai Shu saw that a storm had been resolved like this, he could not help but quietly breathe a sigh of relief and secretly rejoice.

He walked around the wonton shop, greeted the guests, and took another opportunity to come to Zhao Rui's side and befriend him.

"By the way, Teacher Zhao, there was a murder in Ziyun Garden. Do you know that?"

"I know. I was born under the building where I live," Zhao Rui replied as he ate his wonton. "There are still police officers crowded downstairs, so it's difficult to go out."

"Really? Then, Teacher Zhao, did you hear anything last night?" Uncle Mai's eyes lit up and he asked with some gossip.

Sun Weiwei didn't have a good impression of Zhao Rui. Originally, she didn't want to take a reason. But now that she heard that the murder was born in the residential building where Zhao Rui lived, she felt a little expectant in her heart. Her head was eating wontons in small bites, but her two crystal ears were erected, not sparing any information.

The camera beside Sun Weiwei cast a somewhat startled gaze at Zhao Rui, hoping that he could reveal some valuable clues.

"No, I was too tired yesterday and slept very heavily. I didn't hear anything.~~ e t~~" Zhao Rui smiled and gave a perfunctory sentence.

The little hope that had just risen in Sun Weiwei's heart immediately burst like a bubble.

Just as he was disappointed, Uncle Mai suddenly smiled mysteriously and lowered his voice to say, "However, I have heard some rumors!"

"Rumors? What rumors?" Sun Weiwei's mood was like riding a roller coaster, rising and falling. At this moment, she could no longer hold back and quickly asked.

Mai Shu glanced at her and smiled. He lowered his head and whispered, "I heard people say that! Last night, apart from the few people who had died, there seemed to be a mysterious person wearing a silver mask who had appeared at the scene. And I also heard that the silver-faced person was the last to leave the scene of the case."

"Who did you hear?" Zhao Rui was slightly surprised. Unexpectedly, his actions last night were still revealed.

"Old Qiao is also a resident of Ziyun Garden, the one who is engaged in water conservancy. He came to my place to eat this morning

However, he got up a little late. He only faintly looked at the silver-faced man and flashed past from afar, but he didn't know what he had done. By the way, Old Qiao shouldn't live very far from you. Teacher Zhao, do you know him? "

"I don't know." Zhao Rui calmed down and said lightly. Since he didn't see the specific battle process, it didn't matter. Who could be sure that Old Qiao was telling the truth? What if he was wrong? It was normal to get up from the bed in the middle of the night and see wrongly.

However, Sun Weiwei, who was sitting on Zhao Rui's left side, showed a look of interest.

Although she also felt that this rumor might not be very reliable, it was better to have clues than to have no line.

"The silver-faced man..."

Sun Weiwei muttered to herself, wrote down the name, and secretly made up her mind. If there was such a person, she must dig out his identity.

Her voice was very small, but Zhao Rui could still hear her clearly.

Zhao Rui saw Sun Weiwei being so serious, and his heart was a little funny, but he didn't care much.

Because, no matter how this internship was tracked down, it was basically impossible to dig out his true identity. When he was in Dong'an, the black and white search all over the city failed to find out his identity.

New York, United States, the top floor of the Empire State Building.

Heller, president of Dianshen Company, sat in the large president's office, drinking whiskey while looking at the vast sea of clouds outside the French window. He was in a very good mood.

He likes to have a drink after the work is completed to relieve the pressure accumulated during the day, which is good for both body and mind.

There was not much wine left in the cup. He was going to finish drinking and go home from work.

Just then, his BlackBerry suddenly issued a warning, reminding him that an extremely important encrypted email had been delivered.

Heller frowned slightly. It was really not a pleasant thing to be disturbed at such a leisurely time.

However, he quickly adjusted his mood and suppressed his unhappiness. He took out his cell phone and prepared to check the email.

As the president of Dianshen Company, work will always come first.

The email was opened. Heller read the content of the email carefully and quickly. The expression on his face was first shocked, then disappointed, then angry, and finally completely expressionless.

He carefully read the email word by word twice. After making sure that he was not mistaken, he opened the secret compartment on his desk and pressed a red button.

After a while, the wall on the left side of the president's office quietly opened to both sides. Peter, chief engineer of the Warhammer Project of the Electric God Company, walked out of it.

"Heller, what are you looking for me for? I'm busy!" Peter held the glasses on the bridge of his nose and complained with some dissatisfaction.

Although Heller, the president of Dianshen Company, was the object of respect and fear in the eyes of most people, Peter, the chief engineer of the Warhammer Project and the absolute genius of biological weapons convenience, did not feel this way.

In fact, Heller, who was in a high position, was more respectful to Peter.

However, Peter soon realized that there seemed to be something wrong with Heller's look today, so he lowered his volume and asked probingly, "Heller, what happened?"

"I just received a piece of information from the internal intelligence department of the company," Heller said in a solemn voice, "The Level-5 Gene Warrior we sent out was lost in the mission."

Peter was stunned for a moment, and his face showed a shocked look. After a while, he cried out in disbelief, "Ah? No way! That's thousands of technicians in our department. It took ten years and countless money to successfully concoct a Level 5 Gene Warrior! How could it be so easily killed! During this period of time, we sent another Level 5 Gene Warrior to Afghanistan to conduct a secret war test on him. In a very short time, he had destroyed ten Al Qaeda branches, killed more than 300 terrorists, captured thousands of people, and destroyed more than 20 tanks and various military vehicles! How could someone kill such a powerful battle force? My God, what the hell! "