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"If you pointed the gun at your head, wouldn't you take us to see O'Sullivan?" Ming Chen asked.His words were threatening from the words alone, but they seemed very harmless when they came out of Mingchen's mouth.

"Look, there are so many people who want to see O'Sullivan, but I'm still sitting here." The pianist smiled helplessly. There must have been stupid people who tried to use force to solve the problem before. How did it end? Don't know, but at least the pianist is alive and well.

As soon as the pianist finished speaking, Ming Chen continued to ask, "Are you a couple?"

The pianist was stunned for a moment, and complicated emotions flashed in his eyes. There was some shyness that was said to be the key point, but also some helplessness and regret. He smiled and shook his head: "Why do you think so, I'm just a An ordinary little pianist..."

"An ordinary pianist will not be attracted by a man like O'Sullivan. He is willing to meet the pianist you recommend to him, and you know what kind of pianist he likes. This in itself is a kind of mutual understanding. and trust. Although I don’t know how many pianists you recommended to him in the past, it seems that you are still the only pianist around him who is trustworthy.”

What Ming Chen said left the pianist dumbfounded.He Wenhan on the side raised one corner of his lips and almost whistled. When did this man become so talkative.

He Hongxue didn't speak, but just watched the conversation between Mingchen and the pianist from silently drinking coffee just now.

"Music is an expression and sustenance of emotions. Let me guess. What O'Sullivan is looking for is not a pianist, but a way for him to recall certain emotions that are very important to him through the piano." Ming Chen smiled and asked, "Am I right?"

Play the last piano sound, and Zheng Bo's piano performance ends here.

The lingering sound lingered in their ears, but they fell into silence. After a while, the pianist suddenly laughed, and did not say whether Mingchen's guess was right or wrong, and asked, "Then what do you think is the emotion he recalled? "

Even the pianist himself didn't know the answer to this question. Mingchen saw the longing for the answer in the pianist's eyes. He smiled slightly and looked towards a certain direction of the coffee shop.

A man stood there with an obvious and old scar on his left eye. He was more handsome and calm than what he saw in the photo. He just stood there without saying a word, and the aura around him was like rolling mountains. One cannot ignore.

The former king of destruction, O'Sullivan.

With a half-smoked cigarette in his mouth, O'Sullivan glanced lightly at He Wenhan and the others, and then stopped on Mingchen for a while, finally looked at He Hongxue, and suddenly sneered cruelly: "I'm not here There’s nothing a district wants.”

"Terrell." He Hongxue only said three words.

The pianist's hands play a wonderful movement, the soothing melody reveals a touch of sadness, meditative tenderness, sad chant, a lonely traveler, is a round of bright moonlight in the cold winter snowy night, lonely and cold, sings to others alone Slowly talk about what you don't understand.

O'Sullivan closed his eyes and listened quietly to the pianist's performance, as if he was savoring every emotion flowing out of the music. After a while, he slowly opened his eyes and said in a cold voice, "I haven't seen you for more than eight years. Which damn bastard, it's useless for you to come to me."

"Tyrell has been missing for several months since he massacred hundreds of members of the Black family. According to the information we have received, he is probably dead." Zheng Bo observed O'Sullivan's face when he said this. However, what disappointed him was that O'Sullivan didn't seem to respond.

These top agents have all been professionally trained, and their ability to control facial expressions is even more powerful than that of movie kings and queens.

"Since everyone is dead, why are you looking for me?" Taking out a match and lighting a cigarette, O'Sullivan took a deep puff, slowly exhaled the white smoke, and looked through the white mist. On the diagonally opposite Ming Chen who listened intently to everyone's speech without saying a word.

He Hongxue doesn't seem to be a person who likes to chatter. Every time he opens his mouth, he gets straight to the point: "You and Tyrell have been partners for so many years. I don't know if you know that Tyrell is not alone. He has a sister , still alive."

O'Sullivan didn't reply immediately, He Hongxue pushed a brown paper bag in front of O'Sullivan: "You can open it and have a look."

Glancing down at the file bag, O'Sullivan had a cigarette in his mouth, untied the file bag with both hands, and returned the file bag to He Hongxue after a casual glance. This time he was finally a little interested: "Where did you get it?" ?”

"We can make a simple deal." He Hongxue was not that generous. If O'Sullivan wanted to know where this document came from, he had to pay a corresponding price. "You give me what you want, and I'll give you what you want."

Tapping the table with his fingers, O'Sullivan exhaled a puff of smoke, with a bit of arrogant sarcasm, and chuckled softly: "Do you know what I want? You can give me anything I want?"

"That depends on what you want and what I want."

Are these two talking tongue twisters?Mingchen observed O'Sullivan secretly. This guy lived a good life in the seventh district. Compared with eight years ago, his appearance has not changed much, and his temperament is calmer than before. He looks like a dog ruling The lion on the vast prairie still has the outstanding achievements of his youth on his face.

It's strange to meet old acquaintances, even though eight years ago he and O'Sullivan met like ice and fire, Mingchen was still a little, so happy to see this "old man who is not a friend" again friend".

There are only a few people in this world who know and understand Tyrell.

"What do you want to know?" O'Sullivan said.

He Wenhan said: "The news that Tyrell has surviving relatives will soon spread to other people's ears. Sooner or later someone will find Tyrell's sister. We just want to find Tyrell's sister and ask her some simple things. ""That guy never mentioned to me that he has a sister." With a click of his tongue, O'Sullivan put out the sparking cigarette butt in the ashtray covered with coffee grounds, talking to himself Cursed: "Tyrell is a cold-blooded bastard, a heartless scum..."

Am I that miserable?Ming Chen twitched the corner of his mouth slightly.

"If he dies, the world should rejoice, but that's Tyrell after all," O'Sullivan looked towards the direction where the pianist was playing the piano, "I find it hard to believe that guy would die so easily. "

Turning his head, his eyes showed a slashing light, O'Sullivan said: "I can help you find Tyrell and his sister, but there is one condition."

"What conditions?" Zheng Bo asked.

"Tyrell is mine, regardless of whether he is alive," O'Sullivan said in a deep voice, "it's still a corpse."

The cooperation between the two parties was thus reached in a simple small coffee house. It was just a verbal agreement. He Hongxue would not be so stupid as to trust O'Sullivan, and O'Sullivan would not be so stupid as to believe every word He Hongxue and the others said.

On the surface, it is a temporary alliance cooperation, but in private, each has their own ideas. This game has become more and more interesting because of the addition of O'Sullivan.

After leaving the small cafe, O'Sullivan invited He Hongxue and his party to visit his home. On the one hand, it was to show the friendship of the landlord, and on the other hand, it was also to hide the traces of He Hongxue and others. Just like what He Hongxue said, they wanted to find There are not many people in Tyrell, especially the royal family whose authority has been challenged. They have long wanted to arrest Tyrell and execute him in public.

"Terrell is thoughtful. The government has not found out that he has any living relatives for so many years, but now he is suddenly leaked after Tyrell disappeared. It can only explain one thing."

In the luxurious and well-conserved royal palace, O'Sullivan was wearing a white short-sleeved robe, his exposed arms were strong and muscular, and his strong hands like a destroyer were holding a big chubby cat in his arms. , Gently scratching the cat's fur.

The cool evening breeze blows from the surface of the pool, and the fountain sprinkles the goddess's white skirt in midair, beauties, servants, gold, gems, royal palace...O'Sullivan really lived like an emperor.

"Terrell, who has lied to others for so many years, had a time when someone he trusted betrayed him, betrayed him, and revealed Tyrell's most important secret." O'Sullivan scratched Scratching the head of the big cat in his arms, "I need to know who leaked that Tyrell has a sister?"

This news was first obtained from Zheng Bo. Mingchen tried to find clues from He Wenhan, but unfortunately he didn't get much, and he couldn't ask Zheng Bo directly.

Fortunately, what O'Sullivan asked happened to be exactly what he wanted to know, and he was indeed his best partner ever.

"The information was received anonymously, but there was a letter sent along with the information." Zheng Bo put the letter on the table, "Perhaps you can see if there are any clues. There is only a simple letter in this letter." A single sentence..."

O'Sullivan picked up the letter with one hand and read out the words in the letter: "God will punish the devil in the end."