MTL - Found 100 Million In My Rented Apartment-Chapter 1673 [ 1673 ] Is now the time to say this?

"Search carefully, don't miss any corner. Once you find any abnormality, shoot and kill."

With a gloomy face, Mr. Simer gave orders to several people.

Several men with guns immediately raised their guns and began to conduct a carpet search of the workshop.

Mr. Simer stood where he was, his eyes slowly swept around, trying to find some clues.

At this moment, one of his subordinates suddenly heard a scream.

"Mr. Zhao, come and see..."

Hearing the exclamation of his subordinates, Mr. Simer rushed over quickly, "What did you find?"

When he rushed closer, he saw the man pointing to a pile of wood on a workbench for making lacquerware.

"Mr. Zhao, please look, this person wastes a lot of golden nanmu every day. I have told him many times, but he just doesn't listen. I suggest replacing him..."

"Is this what you found?"

Mr. Simer interrupted with a gloomy face before the subordinate finished speaking.

Seeing that his complexion was not very good, the subordinate suddenly weakened his voice a little, "Yeah, I have wanted to tell you about this for a long time, but I haven't found a chance..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mr. Simer kicked him up, "Fuck you, is this the time to talk about this?"

"I asked you to search to see if any outsiders sneaked in, and you told me these **** things?"

The subordinate was very wronged, and said weakly, "This is the best golden nanmu, it's shameful to waste it!"

Mr. Simer didn't bother to pay attention to this guy anymore, he turned around and glared at the others, "Continue to search for me, don't let go of every corner."

clatter...

The crowd dispersed again and continued the sweep.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a few "rustling" sounds from a wooden box next to it.

Although it was very slight, it was still keenly noticed by Mr. Simer.

This is a wooden box containing finished lacquerware, about one meter long and wide enough to hide a person.

Everyone present immediately became alert.

Mr. Simer fixed his eyes on the wooden box, and then stretched out his hand to one of his subordinates.

The subordinate immediately understood and handed him a double-barreled shotgun.

Mr. Simer, holding a shotgun, approached the wooden box a little bit.

The others also held their breath and began to gather around the wooden box.

When everyone walked to the front of the wooden box, Mr. Simer winked at one of his subordinates.

That hand lifted the lid of the wooden box.

Mr. Simer immediately pointed the muzzle of the gun into the box, and once he found something abnormal, he would pull the trigger without hesitation.

But when everyone saw clearly what was going on inside, they couldn't laugh or cry.

There is no one in the wooden box, but a mouse.

Because of the fright, the mouse fled around in fright, but hit the wall again and again, and finally jumped out of the wooden box by a height of one meter, and was trampled to death by one of his hands.

Only then did Mr. Simer put away the shotgun, and ordered with a cold face, "Buy more rat poison tomorrow. This box is full of treasures. How can you hide it from being bitten by rats?"

"Yes!"

A group of subordinates immediately took orders respectfully.

Mr. Simer glanced around again, "Have you searched everything? Did you find anything unusual?"

"No."

A group of subordinates shook their heads one after another.

Only then did Mr. Simer let go of his heart, "It seems to be a false alarm. But everyone still can't relax their vigilance, leave two people here to guard, and the others go back to rest first."

A group of people immediately put away their weapons and walked out.

"boom!"

The door closed, and the workshop fell into darkness and dead silence again.

After about half a minute, the door was suddenly pushed open again.

Mr. Simer and his gang rushed in again like wolves and tigers, scanning everywhere with their flashlights.

But still no abnormality was found.

"Haha, it seems that I am too suspicious." Mr. Simer couldn't help laughing at himself.

"Be careful of sailing for thousands of years." The vulture gave a flattering at the right time.

Mr. Simer gave him an annoyed look, "Although no problem was found, it is an unforgivable mistake for you to be installed with a tracker without anyone noticing. You have to be fined half a month's salary, do you have any objections?" ?”

"I have no objection." The vulture immediately accepted the punishment respectfully.

"Hmm." Mr. Simier's face turned better, "This matter can't be left alone, go and find out who installed the tracking device for me right away, I will never let him go lightly."

"Yes!"

A group of people were talking, and their voices gradually faded away.

The workshop was silent for a long time before a figure jumped from the roof.

Light as a swallow, landed silently.

Ye Feng looked at the direction where Mr. Simer and others left, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

I have to say that this Mr. Simier is really old and cunning. Fortunately, he was a master of chess. After he felt that the wooden box was a bit dangerous, he immediately moved it to the roof, so he escaped unharmed.

From their conversation just now, it should be that John Bull's tracker installed on the car was discovered by them.

But in this way, it also shows how deep the water behind this counterfeiting den is!

If we dig deep here, we will be able to find big news 100%!

Meanwhile, Anjou Prince was distraught.

When Mr. Simer and his gang rushed in to search just now, her heart was already in her throat.

These people all have guns in their hands, no matter how skilled Ye Feng is, it won't help in front of shotguns.

Fortunately, this guy didn't know where he was hiding, and he let this group of people escape.

Now, although Mr. Simer and his group have left, there are two guards left behind.

At this time, the two men were smoking at the door of the workshop.

Ye Feng happened to be stuck inside and couldn't get out.

Her brain was spinning rapidly.

But after much deliberation, there is only one way to do it, and that is for her to lure these two people away, so that Ye Feng can take the opportunity to escape.

However, with her physical strength and speed, she definitely couldn't escape the pursuit of these two people, and she would definitely fall into the hands of the other party.

She struggled secretly for a while, and finally gave up her heart and was about to rush out.

At this moment, someone behind her suddenly patted her on the shoulder.

Anjou Prince tensed up and was about to scream.

But his mouth was immediately covered, and then a familiar voice came from next to his ear, "Don't bark, it's me."

Anru Princeton was stunned for a moment, and the person standing behind her was none other than Ye Feng.

"How did you get out?" Anjou Prince was surprised and delighted.

"Jumped out of the window." Ye Feng glanced triumphantly at the two people guarding the door, and they wanted to trap him? It's just a fool's dream.

"The cameras are all installed?" Anjou Prince asked in a low voice.

"It's all right. This is not a place to talk, let's leave here first."

Ye Feng didn't say any more, took Anru Prince's little hand, and gradually disappeared into the darkness.

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