Confrontation in the abyss

At this moment, Miles and Gene also looked over, and they couldn't help but be curious about the head-on contact between the boss and Anson, a tycoon in the arms industry.

Zhou Thou snorted lightly, "Goodbye, Mr. Lorenzo. Sorry to disturb your auction."

When he passed by Anson Lorenzo, the other party grabbed him and waved towards Richard.

Richard left the auction table and walked to Anson under the eyes of the buyers, "What's the matter, sir?"

"Give the chip to Police Officer Zhou, we will cooperate with Interpol's investigation." Anson said calmly.

"Sir, do you mean the chips we are about to auction?" Richard reconfirmed.

"Yes."

Richard handed the chip to Zhou Chou.

Zhou Cho took it without hesitation and left the venue.

"Ah... I can't see that the boss has a lot of relationship with Anson Lorenzo." Miles picked up the champagne beside him and drank it.

"You said, could the chief's source of information be Anson Lorenzo?" As soon as Gene finished speaking, Miles snapped Gene's head away from Zhou Choo and Anson's head.

"If that's the case, there will be a good show in the future."

An Sen kept watching the direction Zhou Cho left, and Eva slowly walked to his side and handed him a glass of red wine.

"Don't look at it again. If you look at him again, you won't look back."

"I hate his back view." Anson's gaze became cold.

"Because his back always reminds you that you belong to different worlds." Eva's voice was somewhat gloating, "I'm starting to miss the old Dean."

Zhou Cho took the elevator to the door of the W Hotel, and the cold night wind blew in, and Zhou Cho's lungs filled up.

A group of men in black surrounded him in an instant, pointed their guns at him, and ordered him in blunt English: "Hand over the chip!"

To be able to get the news that Anson handed over the chip to him so quickly, this person must be one of the guests at the dinner just now.Listen to their accents, they are Russians.

"Then try shooting."

Leslie's voice was cold and piercing, like Gothic bells echoing in a gloomy cathedral.

Several Interpol police officers and the New York SWAT team came and pointed their guns at the men in black.

The leader of the SWAT team shouted: "Hey! This is America!"

Zhou Cho walked past the gunpoints of the group of Russians expressionlessly, and Leslie dragged him behind him.

This time the joint operation between Interpol and the New York Special Police has finally come to an end.

Zhou Cho got into Leslie's car, he threw the chip over, and Leslie caught it tacitly.

"Guess what's inside?" Zhou Choo laughed at himself.

"If it's the anti-tapping program, then Anson has fooled the buyers and even William Goodwin. If it's the anti-missile program, then he's fooled you and us Interpol. And it's impossible not to install the anti-missile program Secret transactions in the lockbox. I bet it's anti-tapping program."

"Don't underestimate Anson Lorenzo's madness." Zhou Tzu propped his chin up and looked out the window.

Miles and Gene also returned to the team after sending Yang Jin back.

When Zhou Choo saw Jones at the door of the interrogation room, he knew what he was thinking.

"Bluebeard is a well-known killer combination in the killer world, and you are not ashamed to fall into their hands."

The so-called "Blue Beard" is a pair of father and son killers.Although his father was an alcoholic and looked disheveled and unconscious all day long, he was experienced. After he injured his shoulder a few years ago, he was responsible for the planning of the assassination process, terrain survey and cover.The son is only 16 years old, but he is a master sniper. His shots are fast and accurate without hesitation.

"Blue Beard" was very tight-lipped, and they didn't say anything throughout the whole night of interrogation.

Leslie walked over to Zhou Chou, "The chip contains an anti-eavesdropping program."

"Really." Zhou Cho's expression was calm, "No wonder he gave it to me so generously."

"In addition, I checked the income of the 'Bluebeard' father and son. Their latest large remittance was from William Goodwin."

"That is to say... It is very likely that William Goodwin hired them to assassinate Anson Lorenzo." Zhou Thou pondered for a while, and he felt that something was wrong.Anson sells the anti-missile program, and MASSIVE is currently negotiating a sale of missiles. Once Anson's anti-missile program is sold, MASSIVE will face huge losses.It's normal for him to want to stop Ansen. Assassinating Ansen once and for all, even removing the most threatening competitor can barely make sense...but it doesn't have to be at that time and place, after all, it was a dinner held by MASSIVE, Anson MASSIVE is also responsible for the attack.

"You think there's a problem too?" Leslie asked.

"But no matter what, William Goodwin is involved this time, and the evidence collected so far is enough to sue him. Regardless of whether he is found guilty in the end, MASSIVE's stock price will fluctuate again. This CEO must be replaced. .”

The newly appointed CEO must have a relatively frequent contact with the behind-the-scenes shareholders. In order to get MASSIVE's business back on track, since there are contacts, there are channels. If there are channels, Leslie will have a way to find out who the mysterious shareholder is.

"Are you tired? Go back and rest." Leslie patted Zhou Chou's shoulder.

"Ah."

"I'll take you back."

"Thank you."

Leslie's black Mercedes drives down the streets of New York.Zhou Cho's head was leaning against the car window, and the lights of the street lamps passed over his forehead endlessly.

Occasionally stopping at an intersection, Leslie looked sideways at Zhou Choo.He also thought of the first time he saw Zhou Choo in Switzerland. At that time, Zhou Choo was facing Dean Yang's face, with such a young and heroic look, and every turn of his eyes and brows seemed to be calculated. , Leslie once wondered if he was bewildered by his face, because people have the instinct to appreciate beauty.It's just that at this moment, Zhou Cho's brow trembled slightly, and Leslie felt a throbbing.

When the traffic light changed, Leslie stopped those endless thoughts, and the car started driving again.

After the dinner, Anson politely apologized to all the buyers who were interested in his auction items. He sat in his limousine, before his back could rest on the back of the seat, the door opened again, and Eva looked elegant sat in.

"Eva." Anson shook his head amusedly.

Aiwa folded her arms with dissatisfaction and willfulness in her eyes, "Why are you walking so fast, are you in a hurry to avoid me?"

"It's almost dawn, and I'm tired."

"But you haven't told me what's in the chip. Before you came to this dinner, you told me that you were going to sell an anti-tapping program. Is that true or not?"

"Dear Eva," Anson leaned forward slightly, holding Eva's cheek with both hands, his voice was extremely gentle, "If there is an anti-missile program in it, you are definitely the most powerful and most beneficial buyer for me."

"Then you deliberately made William Goodwin think that you were selling anti-missile programs? Is that why he sent killers to kill you?" Eva was still puzzled, "What if he really kills you?"

"He can't kill me." Anson smiled slightly.

Eva looked into his eyes, until the car drove down a small slope, Eva opened her eyes wide as if suddenly awakened, "You hired the killer!"

Anson smiled but did not answer.

"Anson... are you doing all this to bring down William Goodwin? He is just an agent!" Eva turned her head sideways, looked out of the window with the morning light and sighed, "I have a hunch that you The hired killer is not just waving a gun to make a show, but really wants to kill you. Your scene is so realistic...why?"

"Did you know Interpol was monitoring this dinner?"

"Zhou Chiu..." Eva said the name with a dumbfounded smile, "Interpol's goal is MASSIVE, and you hired someone to kill yourself to blame William Goodwin for him. I'm just curious... Even if it's because of your auction this time The goods gave William Goodwin the motive to kill you, but there is no evidence to kill you, what can Interpol do with him?"

"One of my business partners sold a yacht to Mr. Goodwin, and Goodwin remitted the money for the yacht into the killer's account, so that he had a financial relationship with the killer I hired, Does this count as evidence?"

"You are really crazy." Eva concluded very forcefully.

"Yeah... I also think I'm crazy. Whatever he wants, I want to put it in front of him."

Eva suddenly covered her belly and laughed loudly.

"Haha...hahaha...I'm sorry, I can't help it..." Eva shook her hand with difficulty, "You... are not suitable for being so serious...telling the truth..."

An Sen suddenly laughed, "Yeah...it's really like acting in a movie..."

"Haha... If it was Zhou Cho who heard what you said, he would definitely be unable to get up from laughter..." Ai Wa finally regained her breath.

"I wouldn't say that to him because he wouldn't believe it."

In the morning newspaper the next day, the headline was the news that Anson Lorenzo's auction was attacked and William Goodwin assassinated his competitor.

There will be a steady stream of investigations waiting for William, MASSIVE's stock price plummeted, and William issued a statement at noon that day, stepping down as CEO of MASSIVE.

In the interrogation room, Zhou Cho sat opposite him.In addition to Zhou Chou, there is also Miller, an official from the US FBI.Miller is close to 50 years old. The American authorities attach great importance to this assassination, which has caused a sensation in the political and business circles of the United States, and there are many politicians supported by MASSIVE. They are very concerned about it.

As MASSIVE's agent, William seems to have expected such a day.His expression was very calm, even his lawyer was not as calm as him.

Miller coughed twice, and asked William questions for nearly half an hour, and he answered them impeccably. He even asked Interpol and the US authorities to trace his account flow to prove that the funds remitted to "Blue Beard" were real. It was his purchase of the yacht.

Miller was a little embarrassed, and he looked sideways at Zhou Chip.

Zhou Cho didn't say a word, he represented Interpol, but he was like a bystander during the whole interrogation process.

William's eyes flicked over Zhou Cho's face from time to time. This young Asian police officer was already the team leader of Interpol.His gaze was serious, unfazed by favor or humiliation, as if the arrest of William, a celebrity in the business world, was not a big deal to him.Most importantly, William always felt that he looked familiar, even though he searched in his mind for a long time, he still couldn't remember that he had seen Zhou Chou.

Zhou Cho's facial features are not outstanding, ordinary but not mediocre.He has a unique temperament, which is sharp but can restrain the edge just right.

Just like now, he is not as eager for quick success as FBI officials, but he is unpredictable.

"What about you? Do you have any questions for me?" This was the first time William asked a question on his own initiative in this interrogation room.

"Do you know what's in that chip?" Zhou Choo asked slowly. At that moment, the time was so slow that William's eyes widened unconsciously.

Zhou Cho's facial features and behavior are different from Dean's, but his voice has not changed.

William's surprise was quickly suppressed.

"Do you know Dean Yang? He is the heir of the diamond family Yang, the most famous Chinese businessman in New York." William looked into Zhou Cho's eyes.

Zhou Cho remained silent without revealing himself at all.

Two seconds later, William smiled, with a bit of regret in his tone, "Your voice... and the outline of your eyes are a bit like him."

"You haven't answered my question yet, Mr. Goodwin." Zhou Choo said indifferently.

"You don't sound like him," William added. "Well, I did get word that Anson Lorenzo was going to sell the anti-missile program at MASSIVE's auction dinner. But it's not about me, is it? MASSIVE It is a legitimate business, and you should know what the Lorenzo family started."

"The whole world knows what kind of business Lorenzo's family started. But Mr. Goodwin knows how clean MASSIVE is than our Interpol." Zhou Zhao flipped through the information in front of him, and clicked casually, "You plan to use Western Union to transport What?"

William smiled, "It seems that even the conversation between me and Carter Lippmann was recorded by you? MASSIVE has many kinds of businesses under its umbrella, so it is natural to have a good relationship with the Lippmann family, which controls Western Union Airlines. Although I didn’t say what was being transported, it doesn’t mean that it must be illegal transport.”

"Who is your behind-the-scenes boss?" Zhou Choo didn't make any further fuss. For someone like William, observing his reaction was more meaningful than formulating words from his mouth.