Chapter 11 The storm is coming
Chapter 11 The storm is coming
"coming."
Ning Feng in the coffee shop, with a curve at the corner of his mouth.
In his sight, Wu Lan drove to the front of the Roche Group building.
As soon as he got off the car, he was surrounded by reporters from various media outlets who had been waiting for a long time.
The camera lenses of various cameras were almost pointing directly at Wu Lan's face.
The endless questions made her head explode.
"Ms. Wu, there are rumors that Luo Chen's death was not a simple accident. What do you think about this?"
"Ms. Wu, to the families of the girls murdered by Luo Chen, what specific compensation measures does the Luo Group have?"
"Ms. Wu..."
At this moment, Wu Lan could hardly move.
And the time was exactly 5:22 pm.
"Ten minutes later, Wu Lan will withdraw from the media reporters..."
"This was also the last time Wu Lan was interviewed by a reporter before her death."
Sitting by the window in the cafe, Ning Feng took the last sip of coffee from the cup in his hand and drank it all.
Watching quietly everything that happened across the street.
When the time came to 5:32:46, with the help of the group's security, Wu Lan was able to escape from the crowd.
While adjusting his wrinkled business suit, he walked quickly towards the Roche Group building.
Ning Feng withdrew his gaze and fixed it on the watch on his right hand.
Da, da, da,
The gradual rotation and movement of the second hand is the embodiment of the passage of time.
"I'm in the meeting room, sorting out the documents on the table while complaining."
The time at this time is 5:38:54 pm.
Ning Feng looked across the street at the top floor of the Roche Group building opposite him. It was so high up in the clouds and blurry.
But he seemed to be able to see clearly every move of Wu Lan inside.
Without rushing to act, Ning Feng shifted his gaze to the outside of the building.
A tower crane was operating a huge boom hook, and a simple platform suspended in the air was also connected to it. It was made of wood and iron and looked a little mottled.
And higher up, there should have been a cloudless sky, but now, dark clouds are gradually forming and are piling up more and more.
High up, the wind gradually picks up.
……
When the time came to 5:40 pm, Ning Feng took out his mobile phone, which had an untraceable number installed in it.
Then, when the time showed 5:40:17, Wu Lan's private mobile phone number was dialed.
"Hello? Who is this?" A puzzled voice came from the other end of the phone.
Ning Feng hung up immediately.
After about a minute and thirty seconds of calm, I called again.
On the other end of the line, there was still a familiar voice: "Who is it? Talk?!"
Wu Lan's voice sounded a little irritable.
But Ning Feng chose to hang up again, looking at the watch on his right wrist, waiting silently.
Another minute passed and the same trick was used again.
Until the time came to 5:43:11 pm,
After three consecutive calls were connected but the caller hung up within seconds, the fourth call was made to Wu Lan's private mobile phone number.
"It's not over yet? Who are you?"
"Don't let me find out!"
Wu Lan on the other end of the phone was still in a state of annoyance.
Surrounded by reporters, with a pile of documents to be sorted out and bombarded by phone calls, his mentality was already in a mess.
But Ning Feng's voice, which had been processed, rang out coldly: "Ms. Wu."
"Luo Chen's death was not a simple accident. He... was murdered!"
"Also, I also learned who the next target of the person who killed Luo Chen would be."
"I hope to meet with you alone and talk."
At this moment, in the coffee shop, Ning Feng stood up by the window and looked up at the top of the building of the Roche Group opposite. He seemed to see Wu Lan receiving the call, with an extremely shocked look on his face.
As expected,
next moment,
On the other end of the phone, Wu Lan's voice was trembling slightly.
Slightly rapid panting, subconscious swallowing of saliva,
But in just a few seconds, it was forcibly suppressed.
"...Where are you now?"
"When do you want to meet?"
At this moment, everything within Wu Lan's sight became anxious and uneasy.
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Roche Group, third floor, logistics department.
It is called logistics, but in fact it is responsible for rough work such as cleaning and repairing equipment.
It is usually composed of ordinary people within the company, or low-level psychics with extremely weak ability levels.
Lao Liu, the team leader, had a rare moment of free time. He was leaning on a chair in the corridor and leisurely sharpening his nails.
beep.
The rapid ringing of the phone almost made him fall backward, and the nail file in his hand fell to the ground.
"Hello, logistics team on the third floor."
Lao Liu quickly answered the phone, and heard a very harsh scolding from the other end.
"It's been a few days since the rooftop exterior wall was repaired? Are you guys being paid for free?!"
"You can drag on such a small matter?! Even if a dog was hung up to do the work, it would be over in so many days!"
"Can you do it? If not, get out!"
When Old Liu heard the voice, he shuddered all over. This voice was very familiar to him.
It was Wu Lan, the team leader of the secretarial team. Others might not know about it, but he had witnessed the other party's ruthless methods.
Thinking back to those tortured low-level employees, Lao Lu almost quit.
God knows what Wu Lan is crazy about. Call their logistics team.
"Secretary Wu, this is understandable. The weather has been bad these past few days, either strong winds or rain..."
"Within the next hour, if I still see those broken shelves next to the glass outside the conference room not removed, all of you, the entire logistics team, wait!"
Then, there was a series of busy tones.
Old Liu put down the phone in a daze, not knowing how he had offended this great god.
But when he thought about the possibility of losing his job, he had no choice but to give the order.
"Hey, Xiao Chen, call Lao Zhou and Xu Zi, hurry up and get on the tower crane and finish the outer wall of the top floor."
"Is Lao Zhou's heart not feeling well? We have to do it anyway. No one can operate the tower crane right now. If we can't finish it within an hour, our entire team will have to pack up and leave!"
After hanging up the phone, Lao Liu frowned, feeling inexplicably worried.
He walked to the window in the corridor, looked out at the gradually darkening sky, opened the window, and reached out to feel the strength of the wind.
"It should be... nothing..."
"Didn't the weather forecast say that it would be cloudy and rainless today?"
Old Liu raised his head and squinted at the last corner of the sun that was about to be covered by dark clouds.
He sighed helplessly and went back to the chair to file his nails.
What can he do? He just follows orders.
……
Afternoon, 5:53:18.
After crushing a few discarded phone cards, Ning Feng, dressed in a suit, had a smile on his face, looking like a middle-aged man.
He kept snapping his fingers with his left hand and walked into the Roche Group building with a slightly frivolous step.
When you pass through the card access control machine,
When the security guard was distracted and just finished swiping the card, he accidentally possessed the side of the woman who was picking up the dropped card.
Ning Feng passed the access control first.
boom.
Suddenly, a dull crash sound came from beside him.
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