[Comprehensive] IQ knocks on the door

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With the mask covered, Augustine couldn't see their expressions clearly, but just by the strength with which the man was holding the gun handle, he could tell that he must be extremely restless at the moment.

"What's going on! Didn't you say..." a thug couldn't help but snapped and asked.

"Shut up!" The man pointed a gun at the person who made the sound, his eyes were cold: "I said shut up!"

The scene was a little depressing for a moment.

The other person hesitated for a moment and said: "What should I do now, do you want to contact me..."

"I said shut up!" he said coldly.

Augustine felt a little pity after hearing this, because she didn't hear the name of the person behind the scenes.

The leader calmed down for a moment with a sullen face. He realized that his attitude was not right, so he quickly adjusted.He put down the gun in his hand, and signaled to others: "Look at these people first, the work that should be done continues, and I will contact that person." He turned and walked away.

Augustine didn't follow. He knew that the signal at the airport had been blocked, and that person couldn't contact people outside the airport.You can't hear any inside information if you keep up, so it's better to stay at the scene.

The thugs naturally didn't have the heart to search seriously after seeing the news.One of them murmured in a low voice: "It's clear that the information is wrong, so what's the point of checking if that person isn't here... If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have believed them. That person is not a good person at first sight, my child..."

Augustine's mind moved, and just as he was about to hear the truth, the moan who kept complaining suddenly shut his mouth. Augustine looked up, and it turned out that their leader had returned. His expression was extremely ugly, obviously because he couldn't contact the person behind the scenes.

A thought suddenly popped up in Augustine's mind, maybe the FBI alone would be enough to break up this dilemma, after all, the thugs were already dissatisfied with the people behind the scenes and their leader.As long as there is a little work in it, they will automatically oppose each other.Once there is a rift between the two parties and there is internal strife, it will be much easier to disintegrate their power from within.

Augustine thought about it.But the implementation is not as easy as imagined. Their heads seem to be very powerful, and just a look can make other people swallow all their words back to their stomachs.But just suppressing is not erasing, it can only be resisted for a while.If there is a turning point in the process of brewing dissatisfaction, the dissatisfaction will be buried forever.It's a pity that neither Augustine nor the FBI, which controls the situation off the court, will make a turnaround.

The dissatisfaction buried in everyone's heart can't be eliminated, it can only grow bigger and bigger like a blown balloon. Augustine only needs to find a time to puncture the balloon with a needle, and everything will be solved.

Before that, what Augustine had to do was to remove the mob's awe of the leader and stimulate conflicts among them.

The author has something to say: Thank you? ?Little Angel's Mine!Forgive the scumbag author who only saw it now_(:з」∠)_

Thick and long chapter...

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New York 11

The thugs have long been dissatisfied with their leaders, but dare not speak out because of awe. What Augustine has to do now is to dispel this awe in their hearts.

The emergence of fake videos is a thorn in their hearts.The thugs were not at peace at the moment, and it could be seen from their actions that they searched the hostages more and more roughly, but their expressions were no longer as serious as before. His subordinates slid over him, as if as soon as he saw someone resisting him, he would kill that person first.

Augustine lowered his eyes and smiled faintly. When the kidnapping incident began, he observed the behavior of the thugs calmly, and used this to infer their personalities.Augustine had been right next to the person he'd guessed would be the most angry when the man ordered the crowd search.Seeing that he was complaining nonstop at this moment, Augustine answered the conversation naturally: "That's right, we're going to die anyway if we don't find that person. Besides, now that the news has been broadcast, we can be sure that person is not here, and now continue to search." It is also a waste of time. Sooner or later, I will die, I really want to kill the person who gave us fake news!"

The man nodded sympathetically, and the fear in his expression decreased by two points. He said bitterly: "Our death is worthless!"

The tone of the thugs was full of hostility, and if they were not guided, those who endured the hostility would make unarmed hostages, which was not what Augustine wanted to see.So he directed this resentment in the heart of the mob to his fellows.

Augustine looked back at the leader who was staring at them unwillingly, and gritted his teeth: "The fact is in front of us, he still works so hard for that person, I don't know how much he promised him!"

This time the thug didn't answer, and Augustine didn't care.He buried the seeds of doubt in the hearts of the thugs, and there was enough resentment as nourishment to fear that it would not bear fruit?

Sure enough, the person Augustine chose didn't know what forbearance was. After thinking about it for a long time, he still couldn't swallow it.The thugs walked towards the leader, vowing to clarify the matter.

Seeing this, Augustine walked away a few steps calmly. He watched the dispute between the two. They seemed to be afraid and tried to lower their voices, but their body language became more and more powerful.At first the leader seemed to want to persuade and explain.But his soft attitude was seen by the other person as a guilty conscience, so he became more righteous.The leader was already simmering with anger, and this anger was ignited by the other person's tough attitude of not being able to deal with it. In the end, they got really angry, pushing and shoving their hands.

Seeing that the time was right, Augustine fired a shot into the void.This shot instantly touched the sensitive and tense nerves of the two of them. They both thought that the other party shot at them in a rage.The two of them raised their guns at the same time.

The thug, who was urged to reason by Augustine, finally lost his hand and was shot through the arm by his opponent.

The nerves of the remaining thugs who were on the verge of eruption were all touched without exception, and they pointed their guns at the two of them at the same time.

Augustine was no exception, and he aimed his gun at the leader.

The man understood that his actions were a little impulsive, so he opened his mouth to explain, but suddenly he didn't know who fired a shot, and the thug who pointed the gun at him was shot in the head and lost his life.This can poke a hornet's nest. Augustine screamed that it was not good, and turned to find the shooter.But his eyes were full of hostages with their heads down.

He didn't have time to analyze the bullet trajectory, the gunshot sounded like a battle horn.Intensive gunshots rang out one after another, bullets splashed everywhere, and Augustine, who was wearing the mob uniform, seemed to be one of the targets. He had to jump, roll over and hide behind the pillars to avoid the dense bullets.

Several people saw that the mob had internal strife, and hurriedly stood up and fled towards the exit of the hall.There were fleeing prisoners everywhere, and Augustine couldn't find who fired the shot at all.

His heart skipped a beat, and he had a vague feeling that he was being tricked by others!

Everything went so smoothly.As the person in charge of this operation, it was impossible for that thug to break down so easily.With no contact with the outside world, he should have been skeptical of Johnson's absence instead of believing it!And after he came back, he seemed to have lost his previous calmness and calmness, which was not at all like the characteristics of a well-informed murderer.

And even if Augustine had provoked the man to pick him off, his temper was too easily mobilized.

It seemed that something happened when he contacted the person behind the scenes, and his emotions were on the verge of collapse.

But the signal at the airport was cut off, so the call should not be able to get through.Unless they're using internal signal waves.If so, wouldn't the FBI's little game be exposed?Why did it go so unexpectedly smoothly?

Contradictions, contradictions everywhere!He is too careless!

Gunshots rang out.The unarmed hostages desperately fled towards the exit.Crowded crowds greatly reduce the efficiency of escape.The thugs wanted to stop it but they were powerless after all.

Augustine hid behind the pillar, watching the panicked hostages, trying to find the hidden prisoner among them.

But all in vain.

Augustine's attire restrained him, and it was impossible for him to take off the hood at this moment and blend in with the crowd.He had to hide behind the pillar with a gun and wait for an opportunity to kill the mob.

Augustine grasped the timing very accurately. He didn't shoot often, but carefully observed the body language of the thugs. Once one of the parties showed weakness and reconciliation posture, he shot to destroy the possibility of their reconciliation.I have to say that Augustine seized the time very well, and no one noticed his little trick for a while.

He was buying time for the hostages to escape.If it wasn't for the crowd pushing and squeezing each other, I'm afraid they would have successfully evacuated at this time.

Reid seems to have informed the members of the BAU, a group of heavily armed specials before the commotion started!The police broke through the glass of the airport and entered the interior of the airport. They quickly got the situation under control.

Augustine did not reveal her identity immediately, but very cooperatively threw away the weapon in her hand and the bag containing bullets and other necessary items on her body.He didn't want to lose his life because of an oolong. Augustine's hand was caught by the special in front of him!The police grabbed it and sternly stopped behind him.The rough movement made his bones creak, and Augustine swallowed the wail, feeling a little dizzy.Is this a second entry?

special!The police pressed them to the outside of the airport. Only then did Augustine notice that the eastern sky was a little pale. It turned out that the commotion had lasted all night.

Looking at the twilight, Augustine’s first reaction was not exhaustion or emotion, but the scheduled dinner time has passed, I’m afraid I won’t be able to eat, and it’s a waste of money. I don’t know how long I will take this record, I’m so hungry ah……

Fortunately, Augustine was lucky. Johnson, whose hands were stained with blood, appeared in front of everyone at this time. He frowned and whispered a few times to the thug who swept or lowered his head or stared at him.

The man had a look of surprise on his face, and asked a few words in a low voice in disbelief. After getting Johnson's affirmative answer, he signaled his subordinates to take off the mask on the thug's face.

Augustine just felt a pull on his face, followed by the coolness of his skin exposed to the air. Johnson looked around and walked towards Augustine with a smile on his face.

Following Johnson's footsteps, the thugs also looked towards Augustine.When they saw Augustine's appearance clearly, several of them blurted out in unison: "Who are you!"

At this time, the special behind Augustine!The police also uncuffed him. Augustine moved his slightly sprained shoulder, grinned and ignored the mob who was glaring at him, and said to Johnson, "Thank you." He paused, and then said, "You You know this is not included in the favor you owe me, right?"

Johnson laughed: "Of course, I owe you a big favor."

Augustine also felt that his words seemed a little cheeky, so he changed the subject rather embarrassedly: "By the way, did that pregnant woman give birth?"

Johnson's face softened, and he nodded, "Yes, it's a boy. Mother and baby are safe. Because of premature birth, the baby is a little thin, but his cries are full of vigor, and he will definitely be a lively kid in the future." Johnson blinked: " The lady wanted me to be the godfather of the child, but I have a special status. In order not to put the child in an embarrassing situation, I recommended you to her. You are a smart and capable boy. You are a role model for the child In the future, he will definitely become a man of accomplishment, and now his future is in your hands, are you willing to be his godfather?"

When Augustine heard this, she was a little surprised. He liked children.Perhaps because of the influence of his tragic childhood, the bond between relatives has always attracted him greatly.A godson, the best gift he could ever receive!

Augustine was surprised and delighted, but out of habit, he still maintained a somewhat indifferent face, and said in a nonchalant manner, "It's as if the child would become a bad person without me."

Johnson noticed the flash of joy in Augustine's eyes, and he didn't bother with Augustine, he reached out and passed a piece of paper: "I still have a lot to deal with, this paper has my contact information, private mobile phone number, Only my family and a few close friends know, and it is very convenient to contact me. In addition, the hospital and contact information of that lady and your godson are also on the paper." He watched Augustine take the note and said kindly Say, "I'm waiting for your call, good luck."

The author has something to say: Thank you for the grenade in Heng Heng Temple!Flattered!

Damn, looking at the progress of R Bao and Xiao Ao, I am going crazy, starting tomorrow I have to catch up with the progress!Try to get Sherlock out in this volume! [Wait, what kind of progress is this_(:з」∠)_

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New York 12

After Johnson left, Augustine greeted the police and walked out of the crowd. He found a place to sit on the ground, leaning against the tree next to him tiredly.It is a lie to say that you are not tired after a day of tossing.Once he relaxed, Augustine felt a dull pain in his head, as if a little man in his head kept hitting his brain with a hammer.And there is no strength in the body.

Augustine knew that Reid must be very worried about him now, but he really didn't have any strength at all, just taking out his phone made him so tired that he wanted to pass out.He did pass out too.The mobile phone fell in front of Augustine. He looked at the on-call sign, but he didn't make a sound after all, and fell asleep straight away.

He was so tired.

When Augustine woke up, it was no surprise that her eyes were all blinding white.He blinked to bring himself out of the trance.The curtains were drawn well, the sunlight was strictly isolated from the room, and Augustine couldn't judge the time very well.He wanted to inform the doctor that he was awake, but his limbs were so weak that it was difficult to raise his hand to ring the call bell.He could only stare blankly at the ceiling, feeling extremely helpless. He has been in the hospital more than half a month after he was released from prison, but he has been admitted to the hospital more times than his life in the 21 years before he went to prison. He has to think about himself Should I apply for a VIP card so that I can enjoy the 'regular customer' treatment?

While thinking wildly, the door of the ward was gently opened, Augustine turned her head with difficulty, and what came into view was Reid holding a pot of geraniums in his left hand and a bag of food in his right.

He saw Augustine looking into his eyes, his eyes lit up, and he unconsciously showed a relieved smile. Reid put the geraniums on the small table by the wall and walked forward with the food.He waved the bag containing the lunch box at Augustine and said, "Aust, you finally woke up, you slept for almost 20 hours! If the doctor didn't say you're fine, you're just tired, your friends might be going crazy."

"Then what about you?" Augustine blurted out, he felt something was wrong as soon as the words came out, and quickly covered up: "I mean, you are my friend too, aren't you?"

"Yeah, that's why I was frightened by you too." Reid didn't notice the difference: "I never knew you were so courageous! Infiltrating the mob, you are not afraid that things will be too big to stop you, and finally close Can't play."

Augustine shrugged awkwardly: "The worst result is just one life."

Reid was a little annoyed, he stopped what he was doing, and looked at Augustine with a straight face: "Aust, I never knew you were so..." Reid got stuck for some words.

Augustine added consciously: "Secondary two."

Reid gave him a sideways glance, and pursed his lips: "Forget it, what do I tell you, you know a lot, but you just don't change it."

Augustine saw that Reid was really angry, and quickly apologized: "well, I will pay attention to it in the future. Then again, what kind of flower is that, it's very beautiful."

Reid didn't know that Augustine was changing the subject, and he also knew that if this happened again, Augustine would make the same choice. Reid sighed under his breath, not thinking about how he felt 20 hours ago when he thought Augustine died in that hijacking. Reid stuffed the lunch box into Augustine's hands: "That's geranium. It is reasonable to send some lilies and narcissus when visiting patients, but the doctor said that you are only tired and you will fall asleep when your tense nerves relax. I didn’t go into shock when I was injured, as long as I got a good night’s sleep, I’ll be fine. So I brought a pot of geraniums raised at home. It has a calming effect and will make you sleep more peacefully. Although lilies and narcissus have good meanings, they The fragrance is too strong, not suitable for you to rest, so I didn't buy it."

"It's very good, the red one looks very comfortable to me." Augustine hastily praised.

Reid didn't reply, he set up the table, opened the food box, and pushed it to Augustine: "Eat it while it's hot."

Looking at the fragrant food, Augustine couldn't help but growl. He hadn't eaten for more than a day.Hungry, Augustine picked up a spoon and quickly stuffed food into his mouth. While eating, he said, "Spencer, you showed up just in time! If you don't come, I'm going to run down to buy food myself!"

Reid said lukewarmly: "It's not good to sleep for a long time. I planned to wake you up and let you go back to sleep after eating."

No matter how dull Augustine's nerves were, he understood that Reid was really angry this time. He quickly swallowed the food in his mouth, put down the spoon, and put on a pitiful look: "Spencer, I was really wrong, I didn't want to solve it as soon as possible The riot?"

Reid didn't know what to worry about anymore, he just felt stuffy in his heart, a little stuffy.Seeing Augustine apologizing in every possible way, Reid unconsciously softened his attitude. He said, "You eat, I'm not angry."

Seeing that Reid didn't seem to be perfunctory, Augustine was relieved and started eating again.This time the food is much more refined.That's why he didn't choke to death on what Reid said next.

"By the way, Mr. Johnson told the media what happened. Now there are a bunch of reporters outside the hospital who want to interview you. You are famous again."

The food choked directly into the trachea, and Augustine coughed earth-shatteringly. He finally understood why the windows in the ward were tightly blocked by curtains. Augustine wondered if that guy was trying to trick him on purpose.

That's not bad, at least Charlie Lewis has to take two points into account if he wants to black him. Now he is not only a poor little man who has been wronged, he is also a national hero.The American hero complex cannot be challenged.Presumably they are already battered by now. Augustine thought bitterly.

But speaking of Charlie Lewis, Augustine finally remembered the important things he had forgotten for a long time, and he quickly turned to Reid: "Spencer, what time is it?"

Reid smiled softly: "I still wonder when you will remember to ask me the time. But don't worry, it is around 43:[-] in the evening, and there are still eleven hours before the dissertation defense meeting, you can sleep again .”

"Forget it, I've had enough sleep." Augustine put on an exaggerated bored expression, making Reid curl his mouth slightly.

Reid put away Augustine's lunch box, put it aside, sat down and said, "When I mentioned it to you before, you didn't tell me that it was your thesis."

"Ah, you said that. Anyway, I have a lot of ways to reveal the truth, so I'm waiting for you to watch the live version. Isn't this a little bit of suspense for the big drama?" Augustine said.

Reid said: "Actually, I want to help you. You have helped me a lot since we met, but I didn't help much. I always feel a little bit sorry."

Augustine smiled and said, "You helped me a lot, just take this matter as an example. Didn't you help me contact Garcia and ask her to help me extract the voice from the tape?"

"It's different." Reid was a little distressed. He was not good at expressing, so he couldn't express his feelings for a while.

"Same thing," Augustine said with a smile, "I just wanted to say that when I need you, I will never be polite."

"I hope." Reid sighed, he always felt that Augustine was always cautious when the two got along, as if treating him as an outsider, which made Reid a little powerless.But Reid really misunderstood Augustine, Augustine didn't treat him as an outsider, on the contrary, he didn't realize how much he cared about Reid.

But speaking of the video, Reid took out a USB flash drive and handed it to him: "Garcia has already done it, and the video you sent is also in it. By the way, what is in the video? Why did Garcia go into a rage after watching it? Almost bought a plane ticket to California and came here? She also said that she would teach that shameless boy a lesson."

"Exactly?" Augustine asked casually, seeing the uncomfortable expression on Reid's face.

Reid struggled. Garcia's original words would definitely not be so 'kind', but he really didn't want to repeat them verbatim.

Fortunately, Augustine didn't get too entangled in this matter, he just said: "You will know tomorrow." As he spoke, he thought about the topic of 'he was too alien to Reid' before and said: "Spencer , if you have time tonight, help me sort out some cases of micro-expression." Actually, Dr. Lightman sent him a related ppt after knowing his plan, but he didn't want Reid to misunderstand that he didn't He was a friend, so he had to come up with this stupid way to express himself.

Sure enough, Reid was very happy to hear that, and he quickly agreed, as if Augustine would regret it if he was a little slower: "Okay, I'll do it right away. I'll give it to you tomorrow."

Augustine regretted it when he heard it. Looking at this posture, Reid is going to stay up late tonight to make this ppt that he has prepared for him. Reid, Augustine had no choice but to swallow all the persuasive words in their mouths.

The two people present actually forgot that Reid is a computer idiot, ppt or something... wish for luck.

Reid left after receiving the task. Augustine lay on the bed, turned on the TV in the ward, and after watching a few TV series, fell asleep again unknowingly.He didn't know that there was a man wearing a full set of expensive suits standing outside the door. He raised his head to carefully read the name tag next to the door, but he was actually 'looking' at Augustine through a door.

The man avoided the camera intentionally or unintentionally, so his face was not recorded in the surveillance screen. He just stood there for a while, and slowly, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, whispering softly almost to himself. .Untrue words came out intermittently: "America, a good place. I actually found someone who is the same as.... It's just too weak, not as good as..., but it's still a good opponent if you train well."

The man turned and left without disturbing anyone as he had come.

This night, Sheldon was repeatedly studying Augustine's thesis; Reid was fighting for Augustine and his greatest enemy in this life-the computer; Leonard was also helping Augustine in his own way.And our protagonist?

He slept soundly, unaware of the approaching crisis.

The author has something to say: Scumbag author: This is called retribution!Tell you to hide alone!

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New York 12

The next day came quickly. Augustine got up very early. He originally wanted to put on makeup and slip out of the hospital gate secretly to avoid the eyes of the media, but when he was about to implement his plan, a bad idea came to his mind.

Augustine patted some foundation on her face, making her rosy and energetic after a night's sleep look like a poor little girl recovering from a serious illness.He put on his normal clothes and walked out of the hospital undisguisedly. Facing the flashing lights and microphones facing him, he pretended to be weak and closed his eyes. This made him look a little tired and weak, which greatly aroused the attention of the others. Compassionate, even the interview was less blustery than it started out.

"Mr. Jones, is what Mr. Johnson said in the interview true? May I ask how you separated the mob and rescued hundreds of hostages at the airport?"

Augustine drooped his eyelids, looking like he was in a state of depression, but he still showed a Reid-style cute smile to the reporter, which once again increased the reporter's favorability for Augustine. Augustine's voice was a little weak: "I just woke up not long ago , I haven't seen Steven's interview yet. But I can probably guess what he said. I can only say that Steven is flattering me. The success of this operation is mainly due to the guidance of the FBI. Without them controlling the overall situation, I Not only will there be no hostages, but I will also take myself." Who can't say the words in the scene? Augustine didn't even have to think, she just opened her mouth for compliments.

"But Mr. Hotchner, the director of the BAU, said that you deduced the purpose of the mob and made a plan, and informed them of the situation in the airport, and then rescued the hostages. Can you tell us how you judged the purpose of the mob right?" the reporter asked.

Augustine smiled, like a child being praised, showing some small pride appropriately: "I am a student of Dr. Lightman. Yes, it is the micro-expression expert. I have learned a lot from him. The reason why I can speculate Get out of the hijacking case! It all depends on micro-expressions and behavioral analysis."

"It sounds very powerful, can you give us an example?" The reporter asked again.

Augustine shook her head in distress: "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't. Today I have to rush to a thesis defense meeting. Now the time is coming, and I can't be absent."

The reporters were a little embarrassed. Their mission today was to interview this young man who was greatly praised by the Secretary of State.Whether public or private, they couldn't let him go.

Augustine seemed to see the hesitation of the reporters. He smiled slightly, hiding the slyness in his eyes: "If you have time, you can go to this thesis defense with me. Believe me, it will be very exciting." He meant Unexplained: "After all, if this conjecture is realized, it will be a major breakthrough in the field of scientific research. Don't you want to be the first batch of witnesses?"

A few people suddenly remembered the news about the discovery of new metal elements that had been raging in academic forums a few days ago.Those articles did involve the teenager in front of him.But at the time they thought it was just Charlie Lewis making use of the fame of Augustine Jones to hype it up. After all, it was just an unfinished conjecture, right?

But seeing Augustine's ambiguous attitude now, these reporters had a premonition in their hearts, and the defense meeting later must not be missed.

"Of course." The reporter from the California Daily said first, "I remember it was ten o'clock in the morning. It's getting late now, Mr. Jones, if you don't mind, please let me drive you there."

The other reporters were secretly cursing the man's cunning.It's nearly an hour's journey from the hospital to the school. If Augustine actually got into her car, it would be equivalent to agreeing to give her a personal interview. This is scoop news!Who is not envious?Thinking of other reporters, they quickly followed suit and expressed their willingness to send Augustine to Caltech.

Augustine smiled shyly and declined: "No trouble, I'll just take a taxi. See you later."

Having said that, no one dared to block his way.They had to pick up their cars one by one and go to Caltech to listen to this defense meeting, which seemed like a fantasy to them.

Some reporters secretly resented Augustine's ignorance, and they wildly speculated that Augustine just wanted to bring them to his friends to support his friends.They laughed at the sycophantic behavior of other colleagues, snorted coldly and turned the steering wheel towards other places, expressing their unwillingness to be played like a monkey by Augustine.However, these people, without exception, dropped their cups after reading the news reports the next day, regretting their own cleverness.

Augustine didn't care about the small thoughts of those reporters. His purpose was to let Charlie Lewis reveal his hypocritical face in front of the public and expose his unbearableness to the sun.It doesn't really make much difference whether the reporters come or not, at best it just makes the spread faster.

Augustine had a good night's sleep last night and was in good spirits today, ignoring the driver who kept watching him curiously in the rearview mirror.Turning his head to look at the scenery outside the window, he kept reviewing the content of his thesis in his heart.

Seeing Augustine's ignorant expression, the driver thoughtfully didn't bother him with his curiosity, and instead focused on driving.

An hour is long or not, and whether it is short or not. Augustine could barely recall the content of the thesis, and the taxi had already arrived at the gate of Caltech.

Augustine finished the settlement and got out of the car.The driver saluted him: "Sir, I wish you a successful start."

"Thank you." Augustine finished answering casually, and suddenly felt something was wrong. When he looked up again to see the driver's appearance, the taxi had already left.

"A successful start?" Augustine read these words with a cold expression.

At this time, a familiar voice came from behind: "Augus