Transmigrated Son-in-law

However, he didn't expect that the two brothers would face such a danger before they had worked for long.    

At this moment, the two brothers looked at each other with a solemn expression. However, when they saw each other's eyes, their expressions relaxed, and their eyebrows relaxed.    

They could see another meaning in each other's eyes.    

"Brother, you are not alone on the Road to River Styx!"    

Pow!    

Just as the two of them slowly closed their eyes in preparation for death, they suddenly heard a burst of gunfire!    

The two of them quickly opened their eyes and saw a bloody hole on Wu Sann's wrist!    

Next to Wu Sann stood Yang Xuan. In his hand was an old imitation of sixty-four that had dropped paint.    

The grenade fell to the ground and rolled to Jiang Bo's feet.    

Jiang Bo was quick to react and quickly picked up the grenade.    

Wu Sann screamed in pain. At the same time, his eyes were wide open as he looked at Yang Xuan who was standing outside the door, "You, you're not dead?"    

Yang Xuan laughed. "You're not dead yet. How can I die so easily?"    

Wu Sann came to a realization: "So you faked your death. This is just a trap you made."    

"Hehe, you're pretty smart, but you misused your intelligence."    

While speaking, Yang Xuan kicked Wu Sann down, "Speak, is there anyone else in the company with you? Where is that Inoue?"    

"Yang Xuan, you are truly not simple. I really admire you."    

Wu Sann's face was filled with unspeakable terror: "But if you don't feel it, I will tell you something. From the day I chose this path, I had never thought that I would be able to end things well! Didn't you want to know who my companion is? Didn't you want to know where Mr. Inoue is? Ask the devil! "Hahaha!"    

Wu Sann couldn't stop himself from laughing loudly towards the sky. Then, his mouth moved and his throat also moved.    

After that, his body suddenly trembled, and his throat issued out a painful sound.    

Then, he saw black blood flowing out of Wu Sann's mouth.    

Slowly, Wu Sann stopped shaking and his body fell limply to the ground.    

Three eyes met.    

Jiang Bo immediately went up to test his breathing and then said to Yang Xuan: "Brother Xuan, he is dead."    

Aiya, why is the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth black?    

Perhaps out of curiosity, Jiang Bo wanted to touch the blood at the corner of Wu Sann's mouth as he spoke.    

"Don't move!"    

Yang Xuan suddenly shouted as he thought of something.    

Jiang Bo immediately stopped: "What's wrong?"    

"The blood stains are poisonous!"    

Yang Xuan squatted in front of Wu Sann and pried open his mouth with the muzzle of his gun. Sure enough, he found a weirdly shaped tooth on the tip of his tongue.    

The tooth was made of wax, and the inside was empty.    

Yang Xuan pointed at the tooth and said, "He's willing to use the tooth as a stash for venom. He spat out black blood. He must have bitten into the tooth. What a ruthless method."    

"Older brother Xuan, just who is behind Wu Sann?" There are actually people who are willing to die for them? "    

Jiang Bo and Liu Yuan were shocked by Wu Sann's suicide. Who on earth was behind Wu Sann? Wu Sann was willing to die for them. The former asked Yang Xuan in confusion: "Older brother Xuan, what background does this Wu Sann have?"    

Yang Xuanyao nodded, indicating that he didn't know either. This was his first time seeing someone commit suicide with poison in his false teeth.    

In the past, when he was overseas, he had heard about this. He said that there was a secret organization that specialized in training these death warriors.    

They would train and brainwash a group of teenagers or even children. They would have these kids serve them wholeheartedly.    

Even in the face of death, he would not betray them.    

It looked extremely similar to the war of aggression launched by the Emperor of R Country in the last century.    

It was the brainwashing training they gave the soldiers and the great propaganda of militarism that made them have the courage to kill themselves when they were defeated.    

Afterwards, Yang Xuan searched Wu Sann to see if there was anything else he could use. He found a phone and wallet from Wu Sann's body. Other than that, there was nothing else.    

His phone had a fingerprint lock. After Yang Xuan unlocked it, he found the most recent call record.    

A cell phone number, starting 137, had caught his attention. The phone number had no name, and the call had taken place nineteen minutes ago.    

Yang Xuan then turned to Jiang Bo and asked, "Old Jiang, look at your recording. What time did it start?"    

Jiang Bo quickly understood Yang Xuan's meaning. He hastily took out his phone to check and then said to Yang Xuan: "Brother Xuan, the recording time was 20 minutes ago."    

The number matched. It seemed that the number 137 was the same as the one that Wu Sann secretly contacted, Inoue.    

Wu Sann's corpse was wrapped in a white cloth and hid in an abandoned room.    

No one in the company knew about it. Next, he started to plan his next step, which was to dig out Inoue. There was also that man in black, perhaps his spy in the company wasn't only Wu Sann.    

After telling the two of them the plan in his mind, Yang Xuan secretly left the company. At the same time, he told Jiang Bo and Liu Yuan to ensure the safety of President Qin because Wu Sann had already been sacrificed.    

After Yang Xuan left the company, he used Wu Sann's phone to send a text message to the number that started 137.    

The content was very simple. It was written: "Inoue, go first. I've finished what you told me. I'm a bit short on cash these days. I need some money."    

Three minutes later, the other side replied: "Unsatisfied Chinese pig!"    

Damn you, Mr. Inoue, I risked my life to do something for you. Now that I'm in trouble, you can't not help me. "    

"In fifteen minutes, come to the sports square."    

Looking at the news of him coming back, Yang Xuan grinned and took a taxi to the sports field.    

"What a piece of trash!"    

Inside a certain apartment, a short, middle-aged man with a big head and a thick neck let out a dissatisfied grunt and then took his car keys out.    

He drove a Dongfeng Nissan, took fifty thousand dollars from a nearby bank, put it in a handbag, and drove to the sports square.    

Dongfeng Nissan is driving on the wide road, Inoue's mood is a bit depressed.    

In the past few days, the higher-ups had called several times to ask about this matter, but they had not made any progress even after so long. The higher-ups had already given him an ultimatum.    

It seemed that he had to hurry. Wu Tie lit a cigarette, planning to send Wu Sann the money and then find the university students he was keeping to relieve the fire.