Call of Duty: This big brother is okay, he really does something

Chapter 104 The Little Dumb’s Legacy List!!

Late at night.

Hotel penthouse suite.

Sc Johnson stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the Oriental Pearl Tower in front of him, contemplating.

At least now there are two things that are clear one, the little mute is still alive.

To be alive is the greatest hope, and there is still a chance.

As for what Buccina’s dictatorial army could be more frightening than Pripy’s mad dogs?

Second, SC Johnson alone can keep the base, at least Price they will not be implicated.

This can greatly reassure SC Johnson.

I always think about things in my heart, and I can’t let go of my hands and feet when I fight.

As long as the family is not implicated, SC Johnson does not mind killing a few pests.

Price over there.

Soap Gates Ghost Several people understand SC Johnson very well and express their understanding for his resignation.

There is no doubt that SC Johnson is a good comrade-in-arms and a good brother.

The little mute is his girlfriend, and he is a younger sibling.

So she was in trouble, and those few people naturally wanted to help.

However, Price sternly refused several people’s requests for battle and sent them other things to do.

So the base side is not counted on.

Nikolai’s side, he is idle, occasionally going out to transport a trip to earn hundreds of thousands of dollars, beautiful with anything.

But SC Johnson didn’t want to pull him into the water, it was very dangerous to go this way, he could fly a plane, and the battle was almost meaningless.

Besides, if he came, he would certainly not be able to hide from Ryzenov.

Let three old guys come out to help, more than ninety people, and let’s bask in the sun every year.

Besides, SC Johnson still owes them a personal debt, and the guy named Mason has not yet been rescued from prison.

When you have time, you have to go for a run.

As for the old side, it cannot be counted on.

Cang Lingyun made it clear that this was an examination given to SC Johnson by an institution.

They can’t help, and they can’t help.

After all, you can’t expect your hometown to sail an aircraft carrier cruiser across the Atlantic.

SC Johnson’s face is not big enough to go that far.

Being able to provide satellite maps to tell the location is already based on previous cooperation.

So.

SC Johnson can only rely on himself this time, and even the weapons have to be solved by themselves.

The only good thing is that Bugina is a tourist country.

Even if there is a current eagle and bear war, it will not affect a large number of tourists to go there to blow the sea breeze.

So SC Johnson can enter as a tourist, and asian faces are less conspicuous.

Beyond that, it’s all a problem.

After all, the little mute couldn’t just sit in the cake shop and wait for someone to pick her up.

If she’s in trouble, it must have something to do with people like warlord dictatorships.

And those people will never let themselves in easily.

A battle is inevitable.

“Little dumb… You really are, spray.”

Sighing, SC Johnson smiled thoughtfully and shook his head.

For what identity, social status.

SC Johnson never cared about these things, let alone fear.

Sheffield is still on the list, if SC Johnson finds out that the death of C7 and others has something to do with him…

So, save her, not for the benefit of her fame.

To put it simply, this is love.

Nothing in the world can be greater than love.

Except for the fucking M25 grenade launcher.

This stuff has a fucking ballistic calculation fire control system and a 25 caliber howitzer barrel.

Incendiary bombs, high-explosive bullets, steel ball shotgun shells.

In the face of this thing, all beings are equal, and God has to hand a cigarette to the gun bearer when he sees it.

The last time johnson had seen this thing in the base of the little dumb fortress, but unfortunately did not have the opportunity to use it to hear that the little dumb man also built a special arsenal for himself, she knew her preferences, there must be this big killer in it.

Thinking about it, SC Johnson took out his mobile phone and made a call.

After thinking for a few seconds, Lester’s voice came: “Wait a minute, watch me shoot you…”

Gunshots rang out on the phone, and SC Johnson frowned.

“Lester, who are you fighting?”

Lester laughed out loud, “Ah, it’s a tombstone.” ”

“I’m playing a game, what do you say?”

“The little mute is missing, you know?”

Hearing this, Lester was stunned and hurriedly closed the game.

“Oh yes, I almost forgot.”

“I knew she was gone, and she sent me an email before she disappeared asking me to give it to you.”

“I was busy dealing with the virtual currency crisis for a few days, and I forgot about it for a while.”

“Sorry sorry sorry, this is sent here.”

As he spoke, SC Johnson’s phone shook and an email came.

I opened it and looked at it, stunned.

The header of the message reads: Legacy List.

“I’ve read the email, don’t say I read other people’s secrets!” I’m going to read any email sent to me. ”

“She knows my habits, so she sent it to me.”

“It’s encrypted garbled, and I’ve deciphered it for you.”

“There are accounts and passwords in 17 banks around the world, with a total of almost 200 million knife assets.”

“She added your name to the bank account, so you can transfer large amounts directly and be verified.”

“There are also nine insurances, the beneficiary is all in your name, if she dies you can get a hundred million insurance compensation.”

“Then there are the safes of the nine state-owned banks, I don’t know what is stored, you need to see it yourself to know.”

“The rest is some luxury car and house and other assets, she likes to buy that kind of supercar and luxury house.”

“Nothing more, just a photo of you and her with CMG written on it, maybe it’s a shorthand?”

Lester said, and SC Johnson saw the picture.

Storing the photo in a photo album, SC Johnson blocked it with a breath.

He didn’t care about money, he didn’t care at all.

But the impact of the three hundred million US dollars on the book alone is enough for SC Johnson to be stunned for a while.

Then Lester said, “Well, I think you’ll have time to visit Los Santo yourself.” ”

“She left all her money to you and gave me more than ten million in benefits.”

“Also, her base is still functioning normally, and it is also reserved for you, I have asked.”

“But Maggie,” the slut, didn’t show me, and a bunch of people blocked me out of the door and scared me with guns.”

“Say that unless it is confirmed that the little mute is dead, she will give you the base according to the will.”

“Find a time to take a trip, I haven’t moved any of her money.”

“And the gold we snatched last time has just been divided, and she confiscated a lot of money.”

Listening to Lester’s chatter, SC Johnson closed his eyes.

“I’ll fly tomorrow.”

He hung up the phone, his phone clenched in his hand.

This woman is amazing!

The total of these messy things on the books alone is more than three hundred million.

Three hundred million US dollars!

And it doesn’t count the things stored in the bank vault, the ghost knows what is stored in it.

SC Johnson is not a person who cares a lot about money, and he doesn’t know how to spend it.

In the beginning he worked as a mercenary to make money, and that’s right.

But when he has enough money in his hand to a certain amount, it becomes a meaningless number at all.

People who have fought dangerous battles several times and died several times actually don’t care about things like money.

Look at his pig nest, which is not much better than the school dormitory.

But even so.

So much money has still caused a big impact on SC Johnson.

With that comes deep doubt.

This woman, what does she rely on? What’s the picture?

The number of times the two met was counted by hand.

It was said that the girlfriend was in love, but the two did not even pull hands.

Just like this relationship, she gave her all the inheritance to herself?

SC Johnson does think he looks handsome, but he is not very handsome.

Moreover, after a long time of fighting, people in their twenties already have vicissitudes and tiredness on their faces.

Can this face sell for three hundred million? Rip it off, right?

Idol dramas are not filmed like this.

Therefore, the more the little mute is like this, the more it makes SC Johnson uneasy.

She must be saved, count her dead!

Having made up his mind, Sc johnson called Cang Lingyun.

“Help me arrange the fastest plane to Los Santo, I have to go get some weapons first.”