life copy game

Chapter 536 Retreat as Advance (Da Zhang asks for a monthly pass)

It was almost dawn, and the bright lights still shone in the clean and large office.

A young man with brown-blonde curly hair was dozing off with his head propped up, and several strong men beside him were soundly asleep.

Deafening snoring echoed throughout the office.

At this moment, a slight click of the lock cylinder twisting came from the end of the large office.

The thing that made the sound was the lock of a small door, which was being unscrewed from the inside out at the moment, and at the same time, the small door was pulled back.

Behind the small door, is a small office nested within the larger one.

A figure came out of the small office.

The sound of slight and hurried footsteps began to echo in the large office.

The young man who was dozing off in front of the computer suddenly woke up. He straightened up, rubbed his sleepy eyes, then quickly woke up the strong men who were sleeping soundly beside him, and then began to focus on the chat interface of the computer.

At the same time, those brawny men who were still a little angry and about to have an attack woke up instantly when they heard the footsteps, and they also came to the chat interface and stared at the chat interface.

Footsteps sounded from far to near, and a mature middle-aged man in leather shoes, with a straight figure and gold-rimmed glasses walked to the side of everyone's desks.

"Winter, is there a reply over there?"

The middle-aged man looked at the young man with brown-blonde curly hair.

"Ah good."

The young man's head was covered for a while before he came back to his senses. He stared at the chat box on the computer monitor. In the chat box, there were only messages sent by him, but no reply from the other party. "Boss, there is no reply yet."

"Don't relax," the middle-aged man known as the boss glanced at the young man, and then at the strong men around him, "The client of this case is very generous. If we can find the trace of the target, our performance in the first half of this year will be greatly reduced." It will be settled, and everyone will put the bonus in their pockets."

Hearing the word bonus, the young man suddenly woke up from his sleepy eyes. He stared at the content displayed on the computer screen, and soon he seemed to recall something. Looking at the middle-aged man,

"Boss, so we don't publish the information that Jess sent us?"

"What's the use of publishing it?" The middle-aged man looked at him indifferently, "Can people who can do this kind of experiment have a small background? Maybe it's some big consortium, and we can offend a big consortium? You mean Are we all going to be picked up in a municipal recovery truck tomorrow?"

His eyes swept over all the strong men around him. Under the neat shirts of these strong men, there were faintly revealing complex tattoo lines.
"Everyone came from the West District. We were able to make it from a small gang to where we are now. We rely on unscrupulous means. Kindness is useless in this world. Money and fists are the truth.

"If we can climb the big tree of the client this time, and we can continue to receive tasks from him, then everyone will have meat to eat every day, live in a big house in the city center, and go to Laksu to choose the most beautiful woman."

"Long live the boss!"

Everyone roared immediately.

The brown-blonde curly-haired youth Wen Te was among the crowd, and the warm atmosphere dispelled his concerns.

Although he had a good time with Jess, he also yearned for the good life of a professor in a famous school, and felt pity for this miserable professor.

But he wouldn't mind if sacrificing the professor of this famous school would give him a better life in the future. After all, he had done this kind of thing many times when he was in the West District.

At this time, the bracelet of the middle-aged man vibrated. He raised the bracelet and glanced at everyone, "Continue to contact the target."

"The target hasn't responded to us all night," Winter glanced at the chat screen, "Did he notice that we didn't release the information he wanted us to release, and he noticed our problem?"

"impossible."

A strong man sitting next to him lit a cigarette and said with a sneer, "This guy has had a smooth life all his life. He has nothing but a high education. He will believe whatever you say. If he was really old, he would have found out about us a long time ago." It's a problem, we can't wait until now."

"But······"

Ding--

Winter was about to refute, when suddenly a quick reminder came from the computer.

That was the sound of a friend who paid special attention to go online.

Winter came back to his senses in an instant, and looked at the computer screen. The originally dim headshot of the target had become bright at this moment.

In an instant, everyone gathered around and leaned in front of the computer screen.

"Quick, where is he?"

With a little eager excitement, the middle-aged man quickly ordered.

Winter immediately woke up the keyboard and typed a line,

[Where are you now? ]
In a short period of time, a rush message sounded on the computer,

[I have arrived]
Ding-dong-

With everyone's eyes focused on the computer screen, the crisp doorbell rang.

The sound of the doorbell mixed with the sharp message prompts, making this silent dawn so noisy.

Everyone fell silent at this moment.

After the doorbell rang for a few seconds, the person outside the door seemed a little strange and didn't get a reply. He pressed the doorknob and slowly unlocked the door.

The middle-aged man glanced at the information on his bracelet.

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He Ao pushed open the door, just in time to see the young man with brown-blond hair standing in front of the door, panting a bit hastily.

"Mr. Jess, I just wanted to open the door for you."

Winter looked at He Ao, showing a smile, and then his eyes focused on He Ao's blood-stained clothes, "Mr. Jess, what are you...?"

"A little trouble has been resolved."

He Ao looked calmly and looked into the office.

A few disheveled men, who seemed to have just woken up from sleep, were walking in the office, or working.

"Mr. Jess, come in and sit down."

Winter took a look at the blood on He Ao's body, hesitated for a while, and invited He Ao into the office. He walked in with He Ao and smiled, "Mr. Jess is here for the second time. Alright."

The first time was when Jess found the detective agency and commissioned them to investigate the death of his parents.

Although the two parties have cooperated for several years, due to various reasons, they basically communicated online or agreed to meet at a place. Jess never came to this detective agency again.

"Yes," He Ao nodded slightly, and he glanced at the busy crowd in the office, "Your office also has to work at night?"

The moment this question was asked, Wen Te paused, his brain was running rapidly, and he immediately said,

"It's like this, didn't you say yesterday that you were going to do a 'big event'? You also trouble us to release the information and contact the FBI, but you have given us too much information, and we need more people to sort it out. Urgent, so everyone worked overtime here last night."

Having said that, he looked at He Ao's body again, and asked pretending to be concerned, "Mr. Jess, is there really nothing wrong with your health? Do you need me to call a doctor for you? Our firm has a long-term cooperation Family doctor, the fee is reasonable."

"No need," He Ao shook his head, his gaze swept across the entire office, "Where's the person in charge of your firm?"

"Our person in charge is also working overtime here. He's in his office. I'll take you there to meet him."

Winter said quickly.

"Need not."

He Ao took two steps in three steps, and walked quickly to the door of the small office.

The door of the small office was open, but no one was there.

Howe turned his head and looked at Wen Te.

At this moment, a well-mannered middle-aged man walked out of the toilet on the other side of the office, glanced around, and finally settled on He Ao, and said with a smile,
"Mr. Jess, we haven't seen each other for a long time, but I miss you very much."

For the previous few secret medicines, the person in charge personally came and delivered them to Jess.

"Me too."

He Ao smiled and narrowed his eyes slightly.

These people are stalling for time.

He walked up to the middle-aged man quickly, and quickly asked, "Mr. Norbeck, I just want to know the answer to a question. Your real client...or, in other words, the instigator Who are you monitoring me and sending me specific secret medicine, I need all his information."

The moment He Ao's voice fell, everyone stopped, whether they were flipping through documents, typing on the keyboard, or walking between desks, raised their heads, and looked at He Ao.

The scene fell into an eerie silence.

"Sorry, Mr. Jess, I don't understand what you're talking about," Norbeck was also taken aback for a moment, and then he smiled blankly, "Aren't you my client?"

"Of course, when I first investigated the cause of my parents' death, I was the client. Then what happened afterwards? When you gave me the secret medicine of the Talent Sequence that was problematic and tampered with, and when you leaked my actions to others, Who is the real client?"

He Ao stared at Norbeck calmly, and said every word.

Norbeck stared at this pair of calm eyes. In those eyes, which were as quiet as an abyss, there seemed to be an undercurrent of turbulence and madness surging.

For a moment, his heart trembled, but soon he stabilized.

Because of the talent sequence problem, Jess has long been on the verge of madness, which he has known for a long time.

"What are you talking about? I don't understand."

He spread his hands with a smile, and looked at He Ao's face with a little misery in his eyes.

In a sense, Jess's madness was driven by him alone.

According to the past situation, when he couldn't get a clear answer, the young professor in front of him would choose to compromise and doubt his own judgment.

"That's it."

Ho nodded.

Things also seem to be developing as Nobeck expected.

After seeing He Ao nodded, he opened his mouth slowly, and began to try the words he had constructed in his mind many times, "Mr. Have a serious chat, explain things clearly to each other, and resolve the misunderstanding between us."

As he said, he was about to take He Ao to the semi-open reception room beside him.

According to what he knew about Jess, even if he didn't trust him, Jess would be willing to 'friendly' listen to what he had to say.

And such a chat usually lasts for half an hour, or even an hour.

But this time, things did not develop as he expected.

After hearing what he said, He Ao just nodded quietly, "If that's the case, then I won't bother you."

After speaking, he turned around and walked towards the open door.

Why doesn't this guy play his cards according to the routine.

Norbeck looked at He Ao's back and tried again, "Mr. Jess, we should have a chat."

He Ao didn't reply him, but still walked towards the door at a relatively fast speed.

Seeing this scene, Norbeck realized that He Ao really wanted to leave. He winked at Wen Te who was closest to the gate, and then raised his hand abruptly.

The moment he saw the wink from the boss, Wen Te rushed to the door and closed it.

At the same time, the strong men around stood up with a bang.

"Sorry, Mr. Jess."

Wen Te leaned against the door and stared at He Ao.

There are dots of shining lines on his body.

mechanical prosthesis.

"Mr. Jess, I didn't want to go this far."

Behind He Ao, Norbeck also came over, looking at He Ao with some regret.

"So what price did he charge you?"

He Ao turned around with a smile and looked at Norbeck.

He didn't have time to find evidence to prove that there was a problem with Norbeck, so he used a rougher method.

Obviously, everything Norbeck has done so far is to hold him back. Naturally, it can't be that the head of the detective agency wants to hold people back for nothing. Obviously, this comes from some people' entrust'.

So when He Ao insisted on leaving and couldn't hold back, Norbeck had to make some statements.

"Hold you, 200 million."

Nobeck replied calmly.

Things have come to this point, he has nothing to pretend.

All the strong men around gathered around, seven ordinary people raised their guns, and two prosthetic bodies with open palms showing miniature laser cannons.

Together with Winter, there are eleven people in total, three prosthetic bodies, seven strong men, and Norbeck.

He Ao glanced at Norbeck with his spiritual sense, extraordinary, D-level.

He looked at the muzzles of the guns, walked to the center of the office calmly, and asked with a smile, "It looks like you don't intend to just hold me back."

"Kill you, 1000 million."

Norbeck motioned the people around him to approach slowly.

He said this sentence not only for He Ao, but also for the subordinates around him.

Sure enough, the moment his words fell, the eyes of those strong men who pointed guns at He Ao began to look at He Ao with fiery eyes.

Obviously, Norbeck didn't get along with these subordinates just now, he probably just signaled his subordinates to hold He Ao.

In fact, this is the correct approach. Although the price of 1000 million is high, but what kind of task can be completed at what price? Not worthy of him to solve it.

So he chose to use tricks to hold He Ao in order to earn the 200 million.

But money touches people's hearts, and when the scheme went bankrupt, he refused to let it go.

Especially when he saw He Ao, who was covered in blood and obviously experienced a tragic battle last night, unrealistic fantasies appeared in his heart.

No matter how good a person's recovery ability is, it is impossible for him to heal his injury overnight, and he knows the strength of 'Jess'.

He sold Jess's talent sequence secret medicine, and he knew very well that Jess was just a D-level non-combat 'Giving Man'.

All this made him feel that it was possible for him to get the 1000 million.

He Ao stared at this man with a smile on his face, "It seems that I am really valuable, now you can tell me, who is your client?"

Although Norbeck had already tried to 'get rid of' He Ao, but from the fact that Norbeck didn't act immediately, he was still hesitant.

If he could earn the 200 million without bloodshed and without paying any price, he would definitely be willing to earn the 200 million.

So when He Ao asks a question, which can make him delay time, he still chooses to delay time as much as possible.

This made him have to answer He Ao's question in order to stabilize He Ao.

And there is a high probability that he will not choose to lie, because he does not know what kind of information He Ao has. Once the lie is discovered, the trust between the two will be lost, and he has no choice but to directly fight with He Ao to gamble. That 1000 million.

During this hesitation, although he was at his home court, he had actually lost the initiative.

At this moment, although He Ao was standing in the crowd and being pointed at with a gun, he had actually become the controller of the situation.

(End of this chapter)