The villain boss stole the boss

The brilliant sunshine of southern Europe shines on the deep blue Mediterranean Sea, and a little bit of gold falls on the tumbling sea waves. The sea breeze blows through the gray manor. Roger is sitting under the tree, with a book in his hand, but his eyes are fixed The white clouds in the distant sky were gathered together by the wind, and then slowly dispersed, leaving traces in the blue sky.

In that cold winter, he was invited to a boring birthday party by a wealthy family. Whether it was a birthday or an engagement, for him, the only thing that could have an impact was business.

He left early, but found Yin Yang unconscious beside the car. He was sitting on the ground with his head against the car door. The only person who appeared in this kind of place could be a guest of the Lu family. Rogge could hand him over to him. The Lu family, but inexplicably, decided to take him back to their hotel.

Lu Yunfeng, who just announced his marriage, left his fiancée and chased him to the hotel. This made Luo Ge feel very surprised, and he was even more curious about Yin Yang.

The wind of fate blew slowly, blowing Yin Yang to his side. Rogge had no intention of provoking Yin Yang, but unexpectedly, he saw this man again at the port in South America.

The first time was accidental, but the second time must be inevitable, Rogge thought so, he wanted to keep Yin Yang by his side, but Yin Yang was like sand in his palm, the more he wanted to hold on tighter, The faster it goes, in the end, nothing stays.

Because of Yin Yang, he lost the opportunity to enter the land of China dignifiedly, which was originally the area where he had the biggest advantage of having a face similar to that of an oriental.

Several other big families in Sicily were dissatisfied with Rogge, a mixed-race man whose appearance was completely different from theirs, who was in charge of the Wilson family. mind must be different".

But old Wilson insisted on this, and they had no choice. Seeing that Rogge grew up day by day and did a good job, they just let it go. Who knew, he actually wanted to whitewash the family business.

Whitewashing means doing something in order to win the acceptance of another world. In order to gain a firm foothold, Rogge might sell their interests.Therefore, they restricted the power of the Wilson family and only allowed them to operate around the Mediterranean Sea. Simply put, it was the area around Southern Europe and North Africa.

The power of the Wilson family has been reduced to an unprecedented level. Under such unfavorable conditions, it is unprecedentedly difficult to cleanse the Wilson family.

The road is also made by people bit by bit. Rogge believes that he will soon break through the shackles and open up a new situation.

One day at the end of April, Rogge came to Seville, Spain, to discuss projects with local businessmen. When he went out, he found that everything around him became extremely joyful.

On the asphalt road, the horseshoe "de" is clearly passed, and ladies dressed in the same showy clothes are sitting on the very fancy decorated carriages, and occasionally men are mixed in.

The women on the sidewalk, regardless of age, wore skirts with exaggerated skirts, and the sides of the fungus seemed to fly into the sky.

From the corner came the crisp sound of Spanish castanets, and a little girl was dancing with her mother's accompaniment, holding a skirt in her hand. It was a gypsy dance—flamenco.

Rogge was taken aback for a moment before he remembered that today is the first day of the April Festival in Seville.From the afternoon, people will dance and have fun in their tents until the early morning.

The joyful crowd made Rogge walk into the main venue of the festival involuntarily. The men wore traditional equestrian clothes and rode on tall horses, and the girls in skirts sat behind them and hugged them intimately.

The love they conveyed in each other's eyes made Rogge feel a little sore in his heart. If Yin Yang was here...

There are hundreds of tents in the venue, only a few public tents are allowed to enter and exit at will, and the rest are private tents of various clubs and chambers of commerce. Rogge wants to leave, this place does not belong to him.

When people feel the most lonely, they are not alone, but in the noisy crowd, but their hearts have nowhere to turn.

After walking a few steps in the crowd, suddenly, someone bumped into him, and he took a step to the side in time, but was splashed all over by the sangria wine in that person's hand.

This sweet red wine soaked with apples and oranges quickly smudged on his shirt, and a faint fruity aroma permeated the air.

"Oh, I'm sorry sir." The man hugged Roger, put his head on his shoulder, and laughed happily, as if he was drunk.

The people around were not surprised by this kind of drunken people, so they didn't take it seriously.

Someone squeezed out from the crowd and appeared behind Rogge. They looked nervous, and they didn't look like people who came to the festival.

Their eyes scanned every man like eagles, and they soon came to Rogge.

"You, raise your head up." The leader shouted.

The man hugged Rogge and buried his face even lower.

The visitor impatiently stretched out his hand to shake his head, Rogge turned around: "What's the matter?"

"You are..." The visitor's eyes widened instantly, "I'm sorry, I offended you."

After that, he walked away from Rogge and continued to move forward.

The younger brother who followed him looked confused: "Boss, we haven't seen that man's face yet."

"He's Roger Wilson. Fortunately, I recognized him. I don't want to confront those crazy Italians."

After they walked away, the person lying on Rogge heaved a sigh of relief, raised his face, looked back quietly to confirm that there was no one there, and smiled at Rogge: "Sorry, I drank a little too much just now, sorry to bother you." gone."

After saying that, he was about to leave, but Rogge held his hand tightly: "Since I was used by you to get rid of the pursuers, I think I should have the right to collect some rewards. At least, I must know who you are."

"Ha, I don't understand what you said about chasing soldiers..." While speaking, the man wanted to pull his hand out of Rogge's palm as if joking, but Rogge didn't intend to let go.

Through the light, it can be seen that this person is a Latino, with a very dark complexion, a pair of green eyes and dark blonde hair.

"People who are chasing you will not leave easily if they can't find you. They will guard the entrance of the venue. When there are fewer people, they will come in. At that time, I will tie you up and give them as a gift " Roger whispered in his ear, his tone was very kind, and if he didn't understand what he was saying, he would think he was telling a bedtime story to a child.

"Honey, you won't do that because you're a good man." The man grinned.

Roger couldn't help laughing. It was the first time in his life that someone called him a good person. It was a rare experience, but the person who said he was a good person was trying to run away from him.

"Your hand smells like gun oil." Roger stroked his hand slowly.

The man's expression changed slightly, he withdrew his hand forcefully, and disappeared into the crowd through the gap of a carriage passing by.

"If I stain my shirt, I have to pay for it." Roger narrowed his eyes slightly and shook his head.

He had no intention of entangled with the person in the dark anymore, even though he found this person interesting, he did not chase after him.

The next day, Rogge was about to leave Seville, but unexpectedly heard someone calling his name. When he turned around, he saw a former business partner, Rupert, who had had several transactions between them. The goods are not visible, and the laws of various countries are expressly prohibited.

A few days ago, he also received a cooperation invitation from this person, but he politely declined.If you want to clean up, you have to draw a clean line from this low-level illegal and criminal behavior, and you can't have anything to do with it.

"Hola, dear Rogge, I thought you really didn't want to talk to me anymore. I have to say that your Wilson family is really full of talents. The kid you sent is very smart and pretty. Women are so fascinated that they can't bear to blink..."

Rupert was still rambling on, Rogge felt a little vigilant in his heart: "Boy?"

"Ah, I'm sorry, it's a young gentleman, oh boy is my nickname for a lovely young man, no disrespect."

It is impossible for the family to send people out behind his back to continue to take over this kind of business. After all, it is the wish of the whole family to clean up the crime.

Roger lowered his eyelashes slightly: I want to see who dares to hook up with Rupert behind my back.

When he raised his eyes again, his smile was still so polite: "The young man has limited experience, so I came to help him."

"That would be great, very welcome."

When Roger stood in Rupert's office, the young man sitting on the sofa had his eyes wide open, his lips half-opened, and his whole body was stiff, as if he had seen a ghost.

"I'm going to prepare coffee." In order to show respect to the Wilson family, and at the same time, to leave some space for Rogge and "his little brother" to communicate alone, Rupert went to prepare the espresso himself.

Rogge walked towards the young man sitting on the sofa step by step, with a smile on his face all the time: "Rupert's office is not as easy to get around as the April Festival venue, isn't it?"

The office on the twentieth floor has only one door, and this door is behind Rogge. The location of the sofa also makes it difficult for him to rush to the door immediately.

"I heard that you are sent by the Wilson family?" Rogge asked.

Only then did the young man recover from his stupor, and soon a bright smile appeared on his face: "Ah, yes, thank you very much for your help yesterday, uh, we may have had a little misunderstanding last night, but since you If you help me, then the Wilson family will not treat you badly."

"Oh? Really, then, how do you thank me?" Rogge sat opposite the young man, looking at his relieved appearance, he felt a little funny.

"This... I will tell Mr. Wilson about your help to me, and he will definitely reward you handsomely."

"Which Mr. Wilson?"

"Roger Wilson is the head of the Wilson family of this generation. Mr. Wilson has a very good relationship with me. He asked me to call him Roger in private. Our usual relationship is like the closest friend. If it is He has nothing to dissatisfy with my request, no matter what you want, just ask.”

"Interesting, so what's your name?"

"Lucas." The Latino youth showed eight white teeth at him.

At this time, the door of the office was opened, and Rupert came in with a cup of coffee with a smile on his face: "Mr. Wilson, today's coffee beans just came from... Oh? What happened to him?"

Lucas's expression was once again as if he had seen a ghost, his face lost all blood in an instant,

"Mr. Wilson...?" His voice was very small, as if he was talking to himself, and seemed to be confirming something.

Rupert walked in the dark for a long time, feeling that the atmosphere between the two was not right.

"What's going on?" He subconsciously reached for the gun stuck in his armpit.

If Lucas has studied Chinese culture a little bit, he will know that there is a saying called "Li Gui meets Li Kui." This is what happened to him now.

Rogge smiled and said: "He really doesn't have much experience. In fact, I am very dissatisfied with the preliminary agreement you reached. Please allow me to take him away and make him sober."

Rupert was very embarrassed. He did offer Lucas a very unreasonable price just now. Lucas didn't do any decent bargaining, and agreed immediately, and urged to agree on the time and place of delivery.

Reminiscent of the news that the Wilson family was squeezed out by the whole of Sicily, Rupert didn't have any strange feelings about this young man's eagerness to make a deal. The Wilson family must be about to lose their support, so they are so anxious.

If I had known this before, I shouldn't have gone out to meet someone, so I wouldn't have met Rogge at the door, and I shouldn't have taken the initiative to call him. This is great, the conditions just negotiated will definitely be cold.

"Then, let's make another one percent of the price we just had?" Rupert stretched out his finger.

Rogge smiled and shook his head: "At least 60.00%."

"Oh no, Mr. Wilson, you're cutting my flesh with a knife."

"It seems that there is really no need to continue this business." Roger lifted Lucas from the sofa, clasped his wrist tightly, and pulled him away.

"Then three percent? 5.00%? 5.00% point five?!" Rupert followed behind, shouting eagerly.

Roger turned around: "You know my style, is your quotation really suitable? Let's talk after you think it through. Goodbye, Mr. Rupert."

In Rupert's office, Lucas didn't dare to make a mistake, for fear that Rupert would kill him in agitation. He was nervous and puzzled why Rogge didn't expose him on the spot.

Perhaps, Rogge wanted to take him to the Wilson family's territory, use lynching, and teach him a lesson for the impostor.

Thinking of the body of his former colleague who was captured and found in the river. When he was fished out, his body was covered with traces of abuse. Lucas felt cold in his heart. On the first day he chose to be an Interpol, he already had He realized the consciousness of sacrifice, but when this day comes, he will still be nervous and think of the regrets in his life that have not been completed in time.

"Go in!" Rogge pushed Lucas into the hotel room, Lucas staggered a few steps forward and stood still.

The moment Rogge closed the door, Lucas instantly charged up and punched like lightning.

Rogge just turned his head slightly, and at the same time as the wind of the fist brushed his cheek, he bowed his waist and raised his knee to hit Lucas' weak rib.Lucas's right hand quickly sank to block Rogge's attack, and at the same time raised his right leg high, and kicked Rogge's chin with such force that it would shatter the mandible if he was kicked.

This kick was held by Rogge, and Rogge pressed his whole body forward. Lucas twisted and jumped up, and kicked Rogge's temple horizontally with the other leg.

After several offensive and defensive entanglements, Lucas gradually lost his physical strength, but Rogge in front of him was still wearing his suit properly, showing no signs of panting. Is he a monster?

"Your skills are good," Rogge smiled, his smile was like a beast staring at its prey, "Unfortunately, you lack one of the most important things - strength."

Lucas narrowly avoided Rogge's fist, but his cheek was scratched by his cuff button, and a thin bloodstain appeared on the side of his face.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to break you," Rogge said with a regretful expression on his face, but the words he used made Lucas very unhappy, what is broken!

"Your body is very flexible, but my patience has come to an end. If you don't submit obediently, don't blame me for being rough."

Before Lucas could yell loudly, Rogge's side kick roared with overwhelming momentum, and Lucas subconsciously raised his arms to block.

In the face of absolute power suppression, skills are useless.

The powerful force was transmitted directly to Lucas's body through his arms, knocking his whole body into the air, his back hit the wall heavily, his chest was numb from the shock, and then transmitted to his limbs, there was no Before he could react, he was already prostrate on the ground.

Lucas put his hands on the ground, trying to get himself up, but the back of his neck was firmly held down.

Without thinking about it, he elbowed back with all his strength, and the elbow was completely controlled, and it was lifted high and pressed on the back. The overstretched bones felt severe pain, and the angle made him unable to resist.

He was then turned over, exposing his unprotected belly and throat to the enemy.

He bent his legs to kick, but as soon as he moved, Roger pressed his knees, and swung his other hand towards Roger's face, his wrist was caught and pressed on top of his head, he straightened up, and his whole body was pressed down.

"I caught you." Rogge's smiling voice came from above.

Lucas struggled a few times unwillingly, but Rogge was unmoved at all.

"You, what do you want?" Lucas tried hard to keep calm, and even wanted to resist, but when Roger's suit jacket was slightly opened, revealing the black gun handle in the underarm holster, he gave up this idea, His whole body was tense, his eyes fixed on Roger.

"If I were you, I would relax a bit. If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it in Rupert's office a long time ago." Roger smiled, "Tell me, who are you and why are you pretending to be me?" people?"

The room was quiet, Lucas still didn't say anything, Roger smiled, got up and carried him to the bathroom.

All the coverings on his body were torn clean by Rogge, and the cold water sprayed from the shower, directly facing Lucas's face, choking him to cough again and again.

"Speak or not?"

"I will never give in to you... ah..." Lucas cried out in pain.

A powerful force pushed him against the wall, and Rogge pressed him from behind. The force was so great that he couldn't move, but the movements of his fingers were flexible and gentle, caressing his back, all the way down , stop at the waist, move forward, and continue downward.

"I'm going to kill you!" Lucas, who was under pressure, threatened, but it only attracted Rogge's chuckle and more presumptuous movements.

There was a solid wall in front of him, behind him was a man whose strength was far superior to his, and the most vulnerable part of his body was tightly controlled by someone. Lucas felt that it was very difficult for him to even breathe, and he felt his head dizzy.

"What's your full name?"

"roll!"

"Oh? Interesting name." Rogge's hand pinched his most delicate skin, causing him to tremble in pain. "No hero dies because he is unwilling to say his name."

Lucas was gasping for breath, his legs trembling constantly: "... Diego Lucas..."

"What did you do at headquarters?"

Lucas's brain was judging whether this could not be answered, but Roger's hand interrupted his train of thought.

The nimble fingers burned his thinking ability, and the blood could only keep one head functioning normally. When they obeyed instinct and went to the other side, the brain stopped working.

Lucas couldn't stand anymore, his legs were weak, and his body slid down uncontrollably. He was firmly supported by Rogge and controlled in his imprisonment.

"Yes... it's logistics..." Lucas's eyes became lax, and after being washed by water, they were as clear as a deer, "I am a logistics of sorting out files, that's it."

"A good boy who tells the truth should be rewarded," Rogge smiled and kissed the back of his neck. His fingers nimbly helped Lucas reach the apex. He fell into the arms of the man behind him, gasping for breath.

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Lucas put on the crumpled clothes angrily, staring at Roger who was sitting on the sofa.

"It turns out that you still have so many interesting things." Roger was reading the materials sent by his subordinates.

The rest of the information also includes his grades in various subjects from elementary school to university, salary, relationship with colleagues...

With a magnetic voice, Rogge read out the information on the materials bit by bit, including some of the remarks about the second illness that Lucas had published on the Internet when he was a teenager.

Lucas's expression changed from seeing death as home to being extremely embarrassed, wishing he could dig a hole and bury himself.

"What prompted you to go from a top student in elementary school to a bad guy who was often imprisoned in the police station in middle school, and then went to a good university, and finally became an Interpol?" Rogge closed the file, and looked at Lucas blushing.

"None of your business!!" Lucas gritted his teeth and stared at Rogge.

Rogge pressed his fingers on Lucas's face, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Pay the price of your life, just to protect the secret of why you are a good student?"

"You!" Lucas was so angry with Rogge that the veins on his forehead were throbbing.

Roger looked at him with a smile, but doubts arose in his heart:

His character is completely different from the Interpol that Rogge has dealt with, too impulsive.If it was Yin Yang, he should show a positive and cooperative attitude, making people mistakenly think that he has completely obeyed, and then look for opportunities to fight back.

Lucas and Yin Yang really have completely opposite personalities. They are simple and cute and can be seen through at a glance. Wouldn't it be a dead end for such a personality to be an undercover agent?What the hell is he here for?

"Your mission is to pretend to be a member of the Wilson family and obtain Rupert's criminal evidence of smuggling prohibited items. If you don't cooperate with me, your first mission will end in failure. Perhaps, you originally I just don’t want to complete the task well, just take this opportunity to return to the day-to-day logistics work, safe and stable, and live my whole life.”

Rogge's words seemed to have greatly stimulated Lucas, his eyes were red, and he stared at Rogge, wishing to tear him to pieces.

"It's really interesting." Roger raised his chin, and was opened by Lucas: "If you dare to touch me again, be careful that I'm not polite to you."

"Oh? Why are you being rude to me?" Rogge chuckled, touching Lucas's face back and forth, circling on his lips, Lucas clenched his teeth, exerting all his strength to control Resist your impulses.

The reason why he controlled himself was not that he had a good cultivation, or that he didn't want to be an enemy of the Wilson family, but simply because of the gun that was stuck between his eyebrows.

Cold and hard, revealing a full threat.

"Young man, before you have any ability to fulfill your threat, don't say it lightly, so as not to make people laugh." Rogge's gun slowly slid down between Lucas' eyebrows, and stopped at his Adam's apple.

Seeing him blushing with anger but being helpless is another interesting feeling compared to fighting with Yin Yang.

"You are really not suitable for this job. Sicily and Colombia don't know how many things you have to carry out. I would like to advise you, go back early and do your job of serving tea, pouring water, photocopying and typing carefully. Contribute to the reduction of pension payments.”

Lucas couldn't take it anymore, jumped up, and punched Roger.

Being held tightly by Roger, and twisted hard, he grinned in pain.

Rogge's eyes were cold: "As I said, there is no need to take out threats that are useless."

"You have only two ways now, cooperate with me, or give up the mission." Rogge's dark gray eyes showed an inorganic coldness, "Ah, sorry, there is a third way—death."

Lucas frowned tightly, he didn't want to die, he didn't want to cooperate with Rogge, and he didn't want to give up the mission.

But the world doesn't give rookies too many choices, and Lucas has to choose one of them.

Seeing that he struggled for a long time but still failed to choose an answer, Rogge said: "You have already planned to pretend to be my person and cooperate with Rupert. If you cooperate with one person so much, there is no loss for you."

"What do you want from me?" Lucas' voice was not friendly.

Roger smiled: "You will know later. Anyway, if I asked you to betray the secrets of Interpol, you wouldn't do it because..."

His voice became playful: "You don't have any valuable secrets to sell me."

Lucas snorted coldly: "It's true that there is not now, but maybe you want to do me a favor, so that I will work hard for you in the future."

He had heard stories about the black hand. The gang helped provide clues to solve the case, because the two belonged to different camps, maybe Rupert offended Rogge somewhere, so Rogge wanted to use his own hands to get him Get rid of it.

The task entrusted to him by his superiors was to defraud the location of the cargo ships that the Rupert Group was eager to sell recently. The ships were filled with smuggled goods. Not only that, but there was also a fake . Banknote version, if this thing falls into the hands of Rupert, it will have a great impact on the financial order of the entire Europe.

"Do you think you are futures? Worth a forward contract?" Rogge's mood was as calm as before, but Lucas could hear the irony from it.

"If it wasn't for my value, would you decide to cooperate with me?" Lucas believed that Rogge must have some bad idea.

"To be honest, your intelligence is good." Rogge changed the subject, "If you pretended to be someone from another family, then you would not be able to survive now. Among the thirteen families in Sicily, only the Wilson family Doing business related to finance."

"Who made your family suffer so badly? In order to regain your position as godfather, you are willing to take on any kind of rubbish job." Lucas confronted.

Rogge raised his eyebrows slightly: "I'm a little curious. According to your information, why did I get to where I am today?"

"Of course..." Lucas started, and immediately stared at him vigilantly: "You want to lie to me?"

"There's nothing to lie about," Rogge spread his hands, which was a very sincere gesture, "I can tell you right now, the Wilson family doesn't want to deal with those shady businesses anymore, so, because of this, they will be punished." Rejection, I don't regret it. If you don't believe it, just go to a Sicilian tavern and ask, and you can get the answer."

Lucas was stunned. He chose the Wilson family because he didn't know how gangsters should bargain when doing business. It would be too hypocritical to not pick and choose when doing business.

After accepting the task, he heard from his colleagues that the Wilson family had recently been suppressed because of their unhappiness with the forces in Sicily. They were eager to find business opportunities and wanted to accept any business.

Therefore, he chose the Wilson family as his disguised identity, so that he could hide his shortcomings of not being able to negotiate prices.

I got the information from my colleagues...

Why such a big mistake?

Could it be that the source of the information obtained by the colleague is wrong?

But he has always been in charge of the European region. If there is something he doesn't know, it is impossible for others to know.

Could it be... he deliberately concealed it?But why did he do this?

Lucas's mind became a little flustered, his eyes drifted, and he thought carefully why his colleague would provide him with completely wrong information.

His emotions were almost written on his face, Rogge smiled and shook his head, if Lucas knew him a year earlier, he would be a dead man now, at that time, he was obviously not very smart about this kind of thing and came to find himself People who are troublesome will not be polite.

However, after getting to know Yin Yang, Rogge now realizes that not being very smart can be regarded as an advantage. Lucas's appearance sitting on the sofa looks cuter and cuter. If Yin Yang sits motionless on the sofa, he will He had to think of a way to guard against Yin Yang's sudden surprise move and give himself a heavy blow.

"You were betrayed by your colleagues." Rogge hit the nail on the head, expressing the thoughts that Lucas had thought about several times in his mind, and every time he thought of that, Lucas would forcibly turn his thoughts back.

As an undercover agent, if he suspects a colleague, he will fight alone, and even be mistaken for a traitor by the upper-level and cleared.

"You don't want to sow discord!" Lucas covered his uneasiness with a loud voice.

The corners of Roger's mouth slowly raised, but there was no smile in his dark gray eyes: "Time will tell you the truth."

Lucas didn't want to admit it, but suspicion had indeed taken over Lucas's mind.

Since he joined Interpol, he wanted to uphold justice and face crime.

He was at the top of the skill test, but his score dropped to the bottom after the psychological test.

His personality is not suitable for the business department, so he can only stay in the logistics department in the end.

Last week, the leader came to him and said that a newcomer was needed to do undercover work. The job was very dangerous, and asked him if he would like to go.

He, who has always dreamed of being a hero, of course agreed without hesitation, and has done a lot of preparatory work for this.

Then, he came to Seville with the collected information.

There is no problem in the middle... If the intelligence department did not take the initiative to inform Rogge that he is also here, it would not be a problem.

"I don't care what's wrong with you, I just don't want you, an impostor, to continue to dangle in my name and do business with gangsters everywhere, which is very detrimental to my family." Rogge stood up See off, "You can go now, if you want to continue to complete the task, come to me, of course, not for free."

Lucas couldn't believe that Rogge actually let him go like this.

Of course, he couldn't just let him go. Several of Rogge's men stared at Lucas closely to see who he would talk to and whether he would exchange anything.

"He went to the river and made two calls, one to the Interpol headquarters in Lyon, France, which was encrypted and could not be investigated, and a private number, that person was his colleague, and he asked this colleague what he thought What kind of person are you, his colleague replied, you are..." The subordinate hesitated to say.

"Say."

"Clothed like a beast, with a smooth tongue, if I meet you, I can't believe a word you say. All the etiquette you show is to achieve an ulterior purpose."

Roger smiled silently.

"His colleague also asked him how the task was going and if he needed help. He said no problem. Then the call ended."

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Different from the quiet American nights, the nights in Spain are always very lively. People here usually eat dinner after nine o’clock in the evening, and there are many people sitting in many pubs and restaurants at midnight. From time to time, the sound of musical instruments from buskers can be heard on the street.

Everyone was very happy, only Lucas, who stood in the shadows, looked at the brightly lit cathedral area, feeling extremely heavy.

Lucas knew that Rogge wanted to cooperate with him.

If he really stuck his neck and refused to bow his head to him, would Rogge become angry and tell Rupert the truth?

Not only is it a matter of life and death, but he also wants to know whether his colleagues and superiors have betrayed him.

He can sacrifice, but he doesn't want to sacrifice so worthlessly.

Lucas thought about it and decided to cooperate with Rogge.

Anyway, the task given to him by his superiors was to find out Rupert's criminal evidence, and then get rid of his power group in one go.

In essence, his goal is the same as that of Rogge, or in other words, the goal of his hypothetical Rogge, and there is no need not to execute it just because his goal is the same as that of the villain.

However, Rogge said that cooperating with him is not free, so what price does it need to pay?

It is impossible for the head of the Wilson family to value his little salary. Moreover, he also knows that he is far away from the core, and it is impossible for him to know any important secrets.

Could it be that he wants to help himself to make contributions in this incident, so that he can be promoted to a higher level in the future, and then work for him?

Lucas was in a mess, but he really had no choice.

"It's surprising that you figured it out so quickly." Roger opened the door and looked at Lucas who was standing at the door, trying to show his momentum.

"What's the price?" Lucas gritted his teeth, he didn't want to be hung on by suspense.

"Don't worry about this matter. Anyway, you don't have any collateral with me. If you want to play tricks, I have no binding force on you. It's a good thing for you. Why don't we talk about Rupert first .”

No one knows the specific route of the business route opened by Rupert. It always acts like a ghost, and it is always defended by heavy firepower. If it is not a customer or someone inside them, it is impossible to know the delivery location.

It's just that no matter how sophisticated the defense is, it can't stop the counterattack from inside.

The customer suddenly turned back, and it was a very reputable customer who turned back. Rupert couldn't figure out what was going on until his death.

Lucas was done, dozens of people in uniform surrounded all Rupert's men, and gunshots rang out.

"Wait, you..." Lucas was shocked, how could he kill someone without interrogation?

This is not the correct process!

Suddenly, the guns that were pointed at Rupert and the others just now were aimed at him again.

"Luka? What's going on?" Lucas looked in surprise at this colleague whose name was only a few letters away from his own.

"Mr. Dewey said, see