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"This is what our family should do," Wang Ao bowed politely, "Both parties have achieved their goals, which is the most ideal win-win situation."

"A policeman who doesn't know how to cooperate with the underworld is not a good policeman. My father and his generation were too naive and too idealistic. Of course, we still need to cooperate in many aspects in the future. Mr. Wang, I hope we can continue to cooperate happily."

"Of course." There was a little smile in Wang Ao's eyes, and he pointed to the gift box on the coffee table, "Oh, this is a gift from my elder brother. Congratulations on being elected mayor."

"Oh, why is your brother so polite, HERO treats him as a buddy, why are you making such a fuss." Alfred said as he untied the ribbon expectantly, tore off the wrapping paper, and opened the lid of the box.

Honda's embalmed head lay lifeless in the glass case inside, his eyes staring blankly at Alfred.

Alfred froze his hands, but he was relieved deep in his heart.

I only heard Wang Ao's cold voice from behind: "Mayor Jones should be relieved now, no one in this world knows our cooperation anymore except the Wang family. I admire people who can lose weight successfully, and I also I admire those people who don't care about winning or losing in the casino. Such people often have strong self-control and action. Our family is very optimistic about you, Mr. Jones, we have your management in our city, and the cooperation of our Wang family, It will be prosperous, and in a few years, when the mayor's term is up, with the support of the royal family, you can run for governor."

"..." Alfred's heart beat faster, but in the bright foreground, he clearly saw a huge ferocious monster opening its bloody mouth.

"However, don't tell me that you have real feelings for your lover when you played another identity, right?" Wang Ao smiled sarcastically and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose. "The private life of the heroic mayor and the like can be made out of lace, but it will affect the results of the future governor and even the presidential election. We will definitely suppress it."

"That's just acting." Alfred smiled wearily, he raised his head, "You don't want to get rid of him, do you?"

"How could it be?" Wang Ao walked towards the door of the conference room, "After Felix Lukasevich's death, Francis Bonofova was the intelligence collector on the surface. There is not even a messenger and a buffer."

"Mr. Wang," Alfred clenched his fists, as if he had made up his mind, "Please bring a message to your elder brother. I want to formally propose to your Miss Wang Wan."

Wang Ao turned around in surprise, looked at Alfred again, saw his firm gaze and straight spine, and couldn't help but look serious.

"I proposed to the lady of the Wang family." Alfred sat in the office of the Francis Gallery, staring blankly at the brightly lit night scene outside the window.

Francis raised his brows: "It's a good strategy. Use yourself as collateral in exchange for the other party's trust and cooperation and support. In addition, because of the marriage, you also become a part of the Wang family. As an Asian underworld with a deep-rooted family concept, the Wang family Not only will you not stumbling you in the future, but you will always support you to the end. Your thinking is more mature, and you will not care about temporary gains and losses." He said, walked to the floor-to-ceiling glass wine cabinet, took out a A bottle of red wine, "I specially prepared this to celebrate your successful election as mayor. Let's use it as a gift to celebrate your engagement today." Francis picked up the corkscrew and opened the bottle.

"Why are you so calm?!" Alfred jumped up from the sofa, his eyes were red, "I'm going to marry a woman who has no feelings at all and is just a political transaction!"

"...Wang Yao came to see me earlier," Francis calmly took out two wine glasses and poured fine wines respectively. "He asked me to return to the rivers and lakes to do intelligence business. He also warned me about the little Philip, if I Dare to be biased in providing information, and you and I will end up worse than Felix and Torres."

"Francis..." Alfred stepped forward to hug Francis, and couldn't help crying, "I'm sorry, among so many people in this world, the person I'm most sorry for is you. It was you who took me in when I was most isolated and helpless; it was you who enlightened me when my future was bleak and most hopeless; it was you who gave me advice when I was most vulnerable and helpless; Support me unconditionally all the time. You gave me a chance to start my life over again, you are more important in my life than my father, not to mention that Kirkland, with you is my life Happiest moment: How I wish I could always be just Matthew Williams by your side."

"Don't be stupid, little Al. My brother, I knew early on that Peter Pan would grow up and leave one day. Be your Alfred F. Jones, Matthew, as long as your brother remembers it Already." Francis stretched out his hand and patted Alfred on the back to comfort him, and at the same time took a sip of the vintage wine in his glass, his mouth full of bitterness.

"Hey, Mayor of Lanlan Road," Arthur looked at Alfred, who was surrounded by flashing lights and reporters outside the ward, smiling brightly while breaking out into the intensive care ward, "you are so happy."

Alfred's entourage immediately closed the door of the ward, leaving only two people behind.

"Hehehe, this is proof that HERO is popular among the people." Alfred put the squashed souvenir cake on Arthur's bedside cabinet, "If the election is over, voters should be forgotten. Just remember to brush up your presence."

"Hmph, if it wasn't for me, how could you have made such a big move to destroy several underworld families." Arthur took the cake, unwrapped it, and ate it.

"Where's Zwingli?" Alfred changed the subject, "How is he now?"

"He's still in the intensive care unit," Arthur said as he ate, "much more injured than I am."

"By the way, after HERO ordered people to investigate the shooting incident in the square that day, they made a very interesting discovery." Alfred looked at Arthur who was having a good meal, and the corners of his mouth curled up. "The ballistic experiment shows that you were injured for the first time. The bullet in the collarbone came from the gun held by Zwingli."

Arthur was stunned.

"I want to know his motive." Alfred looked down at Arthur, "You let his lover Roderich be the bait to attract the attention of everyone in the Braginski family, but in the end you let Rodrigo He died in an operation directed by Zwingli himself, and he wanted to kill you for revenge."

"How did I know that the pianist would empathize with Beschmitt and die in love? I also have a headache." Arthur stretched out his hand that did not hold the cake and covered half of his face, "But action, never Guaranteed to be successful. But I am curious, where did the second shot to my heart come from? I remember Australia/University/League/Australia and they told me that Zwingli himself was shot in the lungs after the second shot It fell to the ground."

"That's it," Alfred walked to the window, looked at the bright sunshine outside, and said the chilling findings, "Zwingli did shoot you a second time, but it missed the target— —The results of the medical examination and the testimony of the owner of the nearby bar showed that he had drunk a lot of alcohol before, so his marksmanship was not up to standard. You are lucky—the bullet shot into the wooden board on the edge of the podium behind you and shot at you The bullet hidden in the heart came through Zwingli's lungs, so it was not powerful enough to seriously injure you."

"But I remember that there were only two gunshots at that time. If Zwingli fired at me for the first shot and scratched my collarbone, then the second shot... only one shot? It means the person who attacked Zwingli It was shot at the moment Zwingli shot me..." Arthur's hand holding the cake was hanging in mid-air, creepy.

"He's a good marksman. He intends to kill two people with one shot." Alfred played with the expression on Arthur's face. "And he's someone who hates both Zwingli and you."

"Who do you think that person could be?" Arthur said with a gloomy face, "New/Xi/Lan told me too little information, who is wearing a long windbreaker, wearing a hat, medium build and height, brown hair, even a male I can’t even tell if it’s a woman. There are cars without license plates, and the traffic police didn’t stop them along the way?”

"Forget it, I think that since this master didn't get hit with a single blow, he will probably stay in hiding temporarily in order not to be exposed. So, I nominate you as the new police chief and give you more authority to investigate this matter." thing."

"It gave the other party more opportunities to get rid of me."

"Why do you think of me so much? At least we have had a relationship. "

"A relationship? Well, you dumped me the moment you saw Francis Bonofova was more useful than I was, you scumbag."

Alfred adjusted his glasses: "I broke up with him too."

"Oh? Let me guess? Who dumped whom? Mostly you, now you are a young and promising heroic mayor. For the sake of external image and reputation, you will definitely not let people know that you are a gay, and you will probably be with the powerful Let's make a beautiful American dream promotional video by dating powerful ladies."

"I cooperated with the Wang family, and even proposed to the young lady of the Wang family."

"The Wang family?" Arthur looked in disbelief, "Could it be the Wang family you're talking about? The one I got rid of before, the gangster one..."

"Yes, that's the Wang family."

"You, you, you..." Arthur pointed at Alfred and was speechless.