Just liking is not enough

Observe the industry. "

You must know that Haiming's grandfather is a well-known police detective in Italy, and he has solved many cases.

Elio put the cigarette on the trash can beside him, and looked sideways at Haiming, "Are you inheriting Grandpa's ideas? It's really good, please keep working hard."

Saying that, he nodded politely to Charle, "I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

Heming, who had been silent all this time, suddenly stretched out his hand to stop Elliot, while Char gasped beside him.

"Haiming!"

"Officer Charl!"

Haiming was very dissatisfied, "This person is obviously the biggest suspect!"

He doesn't care about gangster forces, he only knows how to kill for life!

Char grabbed Haiming's hand and pulled him back to his side, "Didn't we make this matter clear before!"

After finishing speaking, he looked up at Elliot, "Sir, you should go first, Haiming just reported to the police station yesterday, and there are still many things I don't understand."

"No..." Elliot smiled, stretched out his hands and pulled the man's cheeks viciously and pulled them apart, "Justice, this idea is worth encouraging."

After speaking, he let go with a slap, red finger prints were pinched on Haiming's cheeks, and tears of pain almost came out.

"you!"

"Bye, cute guy." Elio blinked and blew a kiss.

Haiming was taken aback for a moment, but saw the man reaching out to stop a taxi on the side of the road. The white scarf was torn apart in the wind, and then the door of the car was closed, and he left without a trace.

After Elliot got into the car, he stared out of the car window for a while, and then couldn't help grinning.

Heming?...a silly-looking guy...

After thinking about it, he reached into his pocket and took out a notebook, took out a ballpoint pen and crossed out one name on it, and then looked at the remaining two names.

"Hmm..." Elliot reached out and knocked on the glass panel in front of him, reminding the driver in the front seat, "Go to the square."

"Yes, sir."

It's almost Christmas.

Christmas trees were put up in the roadside shops, and various lanterns were hung up, and the food stores began to offer discounts, and the wind carried the strong aroma of roast chicken.

When passing the church, Elliot glanced at the huge cross. A group of children in dresses stood at the door of the church, probably rehearsing the hymn to be sung on Christmas night.

tsk...

Elliot leaned back in the chair, feeling a little uncomfortable.

At times like this, he should be nestling in front of a warm fireplace instead of running around!

But there is no way, who asked his boss, Leonard, to let him eliminate all the remaining enemies that have hidden dangers to O'Malley before the end of this year.If he didn't, he'd bet Leonard's dead face would kick him out of the house on Christmas Eve.

He didn't want the little girl learning to sell matches to look at other people's roast chicken pitifully.

If word spread that the end result of the majestic killer Elliot was to be kicked out of the house by his boss and freeze to death on the street, his wisdom in this life would be ruined.

What?You ask him why he doesn't go to a hotel?

That's a good question, because all his bank cards and money are held in Leonard's hands. The reason is that he has no concept of money, and as long as he has money, he will squander it to an astonishing extent.

He once tried to buy two planes with a credit card with a limit of only [-] US dollars, but was "invited" out by someone else's bodyguard.

Regarding his concept of money, after trying a few times, Leonard completely gave up any hope.

Of course, even if there is no money, he can use weapons to rob or tie up a family, eat their meals, sleep in their beds, and leave the next day... just like Snow White?

However, Leonard has already made an agreement with him for three chapters. If he casually hurts someone's life or does something that endangers the reputation of the Black Snake family, he will also be kicked out of the house.

...In the end, they all froze to death on the street... Tsk...

In order to at least have a safe Christmas Eve, Elio had to start cleaning up those unlucky guys.

Especially when he was in a bad mood, even the twin sisters felt sympathy for those enemies.

When the taxi arrived at the entrance of the square, Elliot got off, paid the fare, and left leisurely without waiting for the change.

The taxi driver looked at the "tip" that was at least twice as much in his hand, and his expression was a little exciting.

Elliot was wearing a long white scarf and the light-colored overcoat from last night, with gloves on his hands in his pockets, looking around in the open square.

Christmas is approaching, and the excitement in the square is much less. Everyone is busy with their own affairs. Some community service personnel have arranged some balloon lights on the square. I heard that there will be a small Christmas party here, but I don’t know there will be How many people are willing to run out on a cold night...

While watching those people decorate the square, Elliot took out his mobile phone, typed a few words casually, and sent them.

On the other side, Leonard was reading documents in the car, and the heater made him a little hot, so he took off his suit jacket and put it on the car seat, loosened his tie a little, and looked a lot more casual.

The mobile phone that was left beside him rang twice, it was a short message, Leonard put down the document in his hand, and picked it up to read it.

The sender was Elliot, and there were only three words in the text message—it was so cold!

Leonard turned off the text message and threw it aside. Within a minute, another text message came.

--tyrant!

Leonard deleted the text message and the phone rang again.

--I want a pay raise!

In the next 1 minute, the text message kept ringing.

—I want to drink coffee.

— No change!

- Leonard is a big pervert!

The driver saw from the rearview mirror that the expression of his boss changed countless expressions in just 2 minutes.

Leonard was so bombed that he had no choice but to reply a text message.

Leonard: "..."

Elio: "What are you doing?"

Leonard: "Look at the information."

Elio: "Where are you looking?"

Leonard: "In the car."

Elio: "...don't you get motion sickness?"

Leonard: "..."

Leonard simply turned off the phone, threw it aside, and continued to read the information with his head down.

After turning a few pages, I looked up, looked at the fierce wind blowing outside, and thought about it.

"Get someone to bring Elio a cup of hot coffee."

driver:"……"

Elliot sent a few more text messages to complain, but did not receive a reply, so he put his phone in his pocket, sat under a big tree and stomped his feet.

The big clock in the center of the square said three o'clock in the afternoon.

Elliot thought to himself, almost.Sure enough, at one end of the square, there was a man dressed in rags, looking like a homeless man, dragging a linen bag, walking towards the wind and snow with his head bowed.

Elliot squinted his eyes and saw the man pass by the center of the square and turn into a side road.

Elliot waited for a while, then stood up and followed, watching the man walk to the end of the path, up a short flight of stairs, with a fountain on top, behind the fountain, where many homeless people live.

The gray wall became a sheltered harbor, and the green belt was in front of it, leaving some gaps in the middle.

Many homeless people spread cardboard boxes and picked up clothes and quilts in the middle, and lived there just like that.

Elliot squatted by the fountain, watching the man spread the newly picked blankets into the box, stuffed some tattered cotton here and there, and finally curled up his sleeves with his back facing the green belt.

Elliot looked at it for a while, then reached out and took out a cigarette from his pocket, and after reaching his mouth, he realized that he didn't bring a lighter, so he just held it in his mouth and didn't take it off, squatting behind the fountain and started smoking again. texting.

Elio: "Hey! Little Yuanfang!"

Yuan Fang: "...what are you looking for Yuan Fang to do?"

Elio was taken aback, "Kay?"

Yuanfang: "Yes."

Elliot, "tsk... I won't look for you, you give the phone to the distance."

Yuan Fang: "If I have nothing to say, I will turn off the phone."

Elliot wrinkled his nose angrily, cursed, changed his contact person, and sent again.

Elio: "Yo! Little Lingzi!"

After waiting for a long time, there was no response from there. Elio was about to give up when he wrote back.

Feng Ziling, "The case is being handled."

Elio stared at the text message for a while, and finally put the phone back in his pocket.

It turns out that there are people who are as unfortunate as him, and they are still handling cases outside Christmas.

Elliot felt a little better, took down the cigarette, and stuffed it back into his pocket.

There were light footsteps behind him, although they were very light, Elliot still heard them.

In fact, this footsteps have been with him for a long time. Elio knows who it is, but he just doesn't want to expose it.

"What are you doing."

The voice came from behind. Obviously, in the cold weather, the other party no longer wanted to follow him like this.

Elliot smiled, stood up and turned his head away.

"Yo! Heming!"

Haiming's face turned red from the cold, he rubbed his hands and glared at him, "What are you doing?"

"Why should I tell you?" Elliot asked with a smile.

Haiming opened his pure eyes and said directly, "I have already checked. Before you eliminated the enemies who had contact with Star, I can guess that some of the people in the files have been confirmed dead, and the remaining Nothing happened to the two of them, you must have come to find them!"

Elio let out an "oh", but there was no surprise on his face.

"So you think I'm here looking for someone?"

"Yes." Haiming glanced at the homeless man over there, "You can't kill people casually!"

Elliot stared at Heming up and down for a few times, and smiled, "Young man is very good, I would praise you more on weekdays, but today is not the time."

As he spoke, his voice suddenly sank a few degrees.

"To be clear, I'm not in a good mood recently, and I want to buy coffee