Strive to be rich and handsome

The woman named Kathy has come, and will probably come for her.

Reagan walked around in his room in a hurry, almost gnashing his silver teeth.

Hmph, no one was invited for such a big event back then, but that little brat was so mobilizing after his death, luckily the little brat understood the handwriting.Otherwise, I may not be able to specify what scene will be in the future...

just now...

They must not let them find out...that woman...

"Ilmi Beat the Enemy."

The flat, waveless voice made Reagan angry for no reason: "Didn't you say it was pretending to be a normal death?! Why was it discovered?!"

And the old man decided that it was man-made!

He clearly knew that it would be irrational to provoke a professional killer at such a time, but Reagan couldn't control his emotions.

"Mission completed without any mistakes," was the only sentence over and over again, which only made Reagan half dead with anger.

But now is not the time to worry about these things. That woman must be killed as soon as possible. Thinking of this, Reagan gritted his teeth: "Mr. Dike, I still have a request to ask you."

"Please tell me." He was scolded bloody just now, but the other party showed no sign of anger.Reagan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: "I hope you can help me get rid of a woman."

"Please provide specific information." The other party said in a business-like tone.

After half a minute:

"I'm sorry, sir, but I won't accept this order."

"Why?!" Now Reagan completely started to growl.What was said on the phone wasn't that I wouldn't answer it, but that I wouldn't answer it if I beat the enemy.Even though he realizes that there must be some problems here, this is not the time to pursue them.

"I can pay for it." A businessman, right?

"Sorry, it's not about the money."

"Reason." Reagan was so angry that he could hardly speak, and he just threw out such a sentence abruptly.

"It's about family privacy, so I have no comment." The tone was still flat and calm.

Close your eyes, forcefully suppress the irritability in your heart, and keep telling yourself that you should be more calm at this time, and he took a long breath, and Reagan tried to calm his tone: "Then, I need some other information about killer organizations .”

"It belongs to intelligence requirements, sideline business, and the fee is increased by 15.00%. Because it involves competitors, the intelligence fee will be increased by 50.00% on the previous basis. 5000 million kinnyas were transferred to my account."

"...Beating the enemy is really a businessman." At this time, Reagan was too numb to speak.

"Thank you for the compliment."

After hanging up the phone, Reagan's face was still cloudy. These alone are not enough, and a scapegoat is needed.

The man's fingers were picking through a pile of documents.

This person, don't be too conspicuous...

There needs to be enough motivation to...

It's better to be alone with no family background...

In the end, the man picked out two people. The photos on the two files were a childish-looking boy in student attire and a certain uncle-faced student.

One father died and the other was an orphan who was completely adopted. Both had conflicts with Borg and even fought more than once...

But the question is, what went wrong, why Mingming's father decided that this incident was a murder...

The sound of small footsteps stopped outside the door, this man got into trouble.No, it could also be this little guy he brought back.

Even after realizing this, there was still no special emotion in Yi Ermi's black eyes.

The childish-looking boy in school uniform and rimless glasses smiled at him, looking shy and friendly.

Nodding his head to show politeness, Yi Ermi's big cat eyes drifted a little, and he decided to ask something: "Is there anything unusual recently?"

The man just shook his head with a gentle smile.

Such a smile deepened the darkness in Big Mao's eyes. This man was very different, and he had noticed it when he was on Meteor Street.

It looks strong and powerful enough, but its essence is quite gentle, honest, a little clever, and loves to take advantage of small things.What kind of trouble would such a harmless man cause the other party to be so motivating...

A near-perfect absolute, one who can use telekinetic abilities...

To help or not to help?

Yiermi is a person who is afraid of trouble, or he refuses all physical activities that cannot bring substantial benefits...

The other party has not made a move for a long time, um, is he aware of his existence?But this feeling of being spied on made Classmate Assassin feel uncomfortable, just when he thought he could wring that man's neck for free.

The communicator rings.

"Father?" When we were outside, there was very little contact between beating up enemies.

"There is a mission, come here."

"address is……"

...After a short conversation, Ilmi put away the communicator, and after a brief explanation with Leorie, Ilmi went out.

At the door, the big cat paused for a moment before continuing to walk out.

The person on the top of the wall was covered in cold sweat, looking at the back of the long-haired man in shock, a round-headed nail stuck to his ear and pierced deeply into the wall.

"How's the situation?" A voice as small as a gnat came through the communicator.

"You can start."

With a soft click, the door opened quietly.

Ivy turned his head suddenly, seeing nothing unusual, and decided to walk over and close the door.

The boy's hand had just touched the door panel, and he was taken out unexpectedly. Before he could react, his whole body was pressed hard against the wall.

Mouth covered, hands clasped.The whole process takes no more than three seconds.

Three minutes later, Ivy was thrown into the car

At this time, Leorie, who was fighting to death with a bunch of men in black in the residential building, was also very hard-pressed.

Can't beat it.

Lasted for 10 minutes, lost.

Classmate Leorio, who was tied up like a rice dumpling, rolled around in the carriage, hit the inner wall of the carriage, and bounced back.

Another big turn, hit the inner wall of the car again, and then rebounded.

Leorio was about to cry.

It's a really sad story.

Classmates Leo Li and Aiwei have been taken away by the police on suspicion of murdering Classmate Borg.

May not return to school until cleared of suspicion.

Early in the morning, the old woman Dahlia announced the news that she herself did not believe.

There was an uproar underneath.

The East family had already negotiated with the school yesterday. If they were convicted, Leo Li and Ivey would drop out of school and send notices to their respective guardians.

Damp basement.

Every crack in those black floor tiles has dried dark red blood.

The various instruments of torture hanging all over the walls are frightening.

Classmates Leo Li and Aiwei were thrown here, and the two of them were idly staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Trying to use his few remaining brain cells to recall what happened recently, Leorio probably guessed that it might have something to do with Borg.

But these didn't seem to be an excuse to sit still, trying to twist the body that was tied up like a large caterpillar, Leorio tried to move to the side of those torture tools, and cut the rope on his body with their sharp blades.

After struggling hard for half an hour, Leorio found sadly that he had only moved less than one meter away.

"Do you think it has something to do with the death of that brat Borg?" Ivy, who was lazily leaning against the wall and admiring the whole process of Leorie's struggle, was very calm.

Classmate Leorio, who continued to shrink his body and walk in a kind of almost primitive posture, turned his head and glanced at him: "It's very possible." Then he continued to struggle.

"—hahahaha..." Ivy stared at him for a while, then lowered his head and shrugged his shoulders.Then, as if he couldn't bear it anymore, he suddenly laughed, and his whole body twitched from laughing.

Almost rolled over. —— Leorio thought maliciously.

"Your posture...cough—it's pretty good." A certain boy smiled and tried to comfort a certain uncle who was about to violently hurt others.

But the uncle's heart is fragile.

Just when the uncle was seriously thinking about whether to give up the results of such a long time of hard work and move back to bite this little brat who doesn't know how to write nervously.

The door opened.

"Who is the murderer?" The old man was lying on a chair basking in the sun, beside a large area of ​​roses.

"I think you will be happier if you don't know." The woman leaned on the pillar with her arms folded.

"You understand me." The old man took out the flowers in the vase, gently tore off a few petals, stared at them for a while, and then let go, letting the wind blow them to the ground.

Casey curved her lips into a smile, and shook her head helplessly. She stepped forward and sat down facing the old man, looking him straight in the eyes: "It's beating the enemy."

Unexpectedly, the person in front of him had no special reaction.

"You already know?"

"Last month, there was a huge transfer record in his account." The old man smiled, but he could see the decadence in it.

He was really old, Kathy sighed silently inwardly.

"Then you still looking for me?" Poured a cup of tea each for himself and Tony, and looked at his old friend with his chin resting, feeling that he didn't understand him more and more.

"When people get old, they will always be a little soft-hearted, and occasionally, they will have some self-deceiving thoughts."

"Suddenly I have some sympathy for you." There was also that little Reagan classmate who thought he was smart.

"You know I don't need it." The old man blinked at her, and then sighed: "Borg is a child, how can he inherit the family business, although I dote on him, I am not stupid."

"now what?"

"Look first."

"You really have changed." Casey smiled helplessly. If it was 50 years ago, this guy in front of him would never be so merciful.

"What can I do when I'm old?" Tony also smiled, "There are some things I can't control anymore."

"Young master has installed monitors in the study and bedroom today." The butler reported softly, standing behind the old man with his hands down.

The old man and the woman sat opposite each other on both sides of the table, and the black and white chess pieces were intertwined on the table.

"He's always too impatient..." The old man coughed lightly, and then coughed violently as if he couldn't stop.

It's like coughing up your lungs.

Casey patted Old Tony on the back, feeling very helpless: "It's just a matter of saying that you want to kill him."

Old Tony waved his hand: "Sir, you don't understand, he is my son after all."

"Even if he killed your other son?"

"You are always so sharp." Old Tony smiled weakly, leaned back on the chair, and closed his eyes wearily.

"I can help you with this matter." Casey folded her hands on her chest, frowning slightly.

"How to solve it? Kill him?" The old man asked with a wry smile.

"If you can't do it." The woman indirectly acquiesced.

A cold silence lay between them, and the whole room was as quiet as an ancient cemetery buried underground.

After a long time, the old man shook his head.