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500 meters away, countless luxury cars came from the driveway and parked in front of the St. Regis Hotel.

The door is open.

President Myron and Vice President Mike quickly got out of the car and rushed into the hotel.

As many as 40 bodyguards in suits immediately followed and rushed into the hotel together.

top floor.presidential suite.

"Ding dong!"

"Ding dong!"...

Myron rang the bell.

"Who?!"

Yue Qianshan asked loudly in English.

"It's me, President of Citigroup - Myron."

Hearing this, Yue Qianshan turned his head and looked at Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan's eyes turned serious, and he deduced the future again.

Ten seconds, 30 seconds, 1 minutes...

Lin Yuan returned to the real time scale, and then nodded to Yue Qianshan: "He is trustworthy, go and open the door."

"Yes, boss!"

Yue Qianshan quickly ran to the door.

The other bodyguards are on standby.

Everyone doesn't know where the boss's "private informant" came from, but this does not prevent everyone from treating it with caution.

Otherwise, if the boss is in danger, everyone will have to go to a military court.

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Chapter 212 Who dares to assassinate Lao Tzu? (Looking good, please subscribe)

The door opens.

President Myron and Vice President Mike stepped inside quickly and came to the living room.

Bow and apologize.

"Sorry, MR.lin. There is a problem with our arrangement, and it has been resolved. Next, Citigroup will guarantee its 200-year reputation, and there will never be any mistakes again." President Myron said seriously.

"Mr. Myron, can you tell me who wants to assassinate me?" Lin Yuan asked in English.

"Uh, this, this..."

President Myron got stuck, looking around, the meaning was obvious. "Old Yue, you go out first." Lin Yuan said in a deep voice.Yue Qianshan: "This..."

"Go out, it's okay. Zhang Yu is still inside." Lin Yuan repeated.

Hearing this, Yue Qianshan nodded and led a group of bodyguards out of the suite.

It wasn't until this moment that President Myron spoke again: "Mr. Lin, this matter may have been done by several other major families of the Federal Reserve. But at present we are not sure which family, or which families."

"But Prince Waleed has called all the families. Whoever did it, they won't do it again."

Hearing this, Lin Yuan smiled, and smiled coldly: "I won't do it again, how is it possible? If I'm not wrong, it should be that I robbed someone of a big meal in the US stock market a few days ago. So I became angry from embarrassment and sent the killer directly."

Myron: "..." Mike: "..."

This is not easy to answer, and I can't accept it.

The two can only be silent.

"Okay, that's it. I'll sleep for a while, and pick me up at seven."

Lin Yuan said so. "OK!" "Okay, good night, Mr. Lin."

The two nodded, then turned and left the presidential suite.

The door opens.

Yue Qianshan and the others rushed in immediately.

Seeing that Lin Yuan was safe and sound, Yue Qianshan and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

"Boss, why don't we change the room now, or live in the embassy?" Yue Qianshan suggested.

Hearing this, Lin Yuan's eyes turned serious, and he deduced the future again.

Ten seconds later, the deduction ended.

Lin Yuan returned to the real time scale, and then shook his head: "There is no need to change it, just here. There should be no more problems in the future. Unless Citibank doesn't want to make money. Will they be willing? Hehe々々!"

Lin Yuan sneered, and went back to the bedroom to sleep with Sister Jinghua in his arms.

If capital crocodiles do not want to make money, are they still called capital crocodiles?

and so……

The giants of Citibank are definitely more concerned about Lao Tzu's safety than anyone else.

Corridor outside.

With a wave of President Myron's hand, countless bodyguards scattered and rushed to various areas of the hotel for a quick check.

The hotel manager came running profusely, bowing and apologizing. "I'm sorry, sir. I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"Stop!" Vice President Mike shouted.

The hotel manager shut up.

1 minute, 3 minutes, 5 minutes...

The captain of the bodyguard hurried over to report: "Sir, an employee in the kitchen ran away, and he just joined the job a few days ago." What?some days ago?

Isn't that the day when we invite Eastern geniuses to the birthday party?

As soon as these words came out, President Myron and Vice President Mike turned their heads and stared fiercely at the hotel manager.

Pfft!

The hotel manager knelt down on the spot: "Sir, it's none of my business. I didn't hire that person." At this moment.

The manager trembled with fear.

The opponent is Citigroup for a century, and it is one of the eight behind-the-scenes masters of the Federal Reserve.

In the United States, it would be too easy for Citigroup to make an ordinary person disappear.

Not to mention calling the police, maybe the FBI will help Citigroup if they call the police...

"Sir, please, let me go. I really didn't do this, and I didn't recruit that new employee." The manager wailed loudly, tears and snot streaming down his face.

Seeing this scene, Myron frowned on the spot.Mike yelled, "Get out!"

"Ah, yes yes yes yes yes yes. Thank you sir, thank you!"

The hotel manager was overjoyed, got up quickly, and disappeared.

I was afraid that if I stayed for another second, I would be sunk into the Atlantic Ocean.

After he left.

President Myron took out his mobile phone and made a call. "Jingle Bell!"

"Jingle bell!" ... the suburbs of New York.Walid Manor.

Prince Waleed's cell phone rang.

Hearing the sound, the prince took out his mobile phone and pressed the answer button.

"Sir, there is indeed a problem with the St. Regis Hotel. A few days ago, a mysterious force arranged for a new chef, and now he is missing."

"some days ago?!"

Prince Walid frowned instantly.

"Yes, sir. There may be a problem with our intelligence system, so the news leaked out in advance, causing the other party to arrange for the 'killer' to join the job in advance."

"To be able to obtain information in such a short period of time and quickly arrange personnel, this kind of force is very powerful. The St. Regis Hotel is completely unable to prevent it." President Myron explained in a deep voice.

That's why he easily bypassed the hotel manager.

Otherwise, the guy is dead.

"Okay, I see. Next, the bodyguard team will stay in St. Regis until Mr. Lin wakes up, and you will come to the manor together."

"Yes, sir. Goodbye, sir!"

""~ Goodbye! "The phone hung up.

President Myron put his mobile phone away and gave a serious order to the captain of the bodyguard: "Empty all the people in the hotel on this floor, and no one is allowed to approach. The other security personnel stay at each passageway and strictly check the strangers. Don't let me happen again. security incident."

"Yessir!" The captain of the bodyguard saluted, then left quickly to arrange related matters.

at this time.

In the manor, after hanging up the phone, Prince Waleed dialed again and called the mysterious major shareholder of Citibank.

Then he quickly said what happened before.

"So, it's true that people from other Fed families did it." The major shareholder said in a deep voice.

"Yes, if I'm not wrong, it may be: Morgan. A few days ago on the Nasdaq stock market, their leeks were cut off by [Eastern Genius], and they lost more than 90 billion US dollars.

Prince Walid also expressed his guess.

Blocking people's money is like killing your parents.

There are common sayings in the ancient countries of the East, as well as in the West.

This is more than 90 billion US dollars.

This profit can almost buy the lives of thousands of people.

Hearing (Nonuo's) speculation, the major shareholder fell silent.

It seemed that he was thinking about something silently.

About half a minute later, the voice sounded again.

"I will personally call the head of the Morgan family later. If he still dares to do this, don't blame Citigroup for being rude." The major shareholder said coldly. "OK, I'll trouble you then."

"Waleed, goodbye!"

"Goodbye!" The phone hung up.

Walid put away his mobile phone and left the study quickly to check the arrangement of the dinner.

At this moment, no one knows what will happen next.

This is a major event that affects the United States, Europe, and the entire world.

Genius is angry.

The raging anger is about to burn in the United States and spread all over the world.

Whoever wants to assassinate me must pay the price!

No one can be an exception!

Cao Nima's change!

(It’s been a bit of a jam in the past two days, and I will start making up changes tomorrow. It will start at the fifth shift.).

Chapter 213 The Princess of the Empire (Looking Good, Please Subscribe)

Time flies by.

US time.7 p.m.

Luxury cars came from the urban area and drove into Waleed Manor.