Sinmonger Chapter 12: Imagination

The consultant replied calmly: "When I walked into this room, I said that you, not me, will die."

DeWitt said: "It depends on whether you have the ability!" When he said this, he actually wanted to do it, but the next second, his face became very ugly, because he found himself His body couldn't move half a minute, "What did you do?!"

The consultant smiled and said: "Ha, when I cut off Mr. Lucches' head, you should have known that I was a capable person, but you are still too arrogant, and you think that I am at most the same as you. 'level." He left the bar of the mini bar and walked slowly towards Lucches' bed: "So I decided to let me finish talking, and after answering all the questions, kill me to vent my anger." The consultant waved his finger, and Lu Chase's right hand holding the gun was cut off as easily as his head, and the wound was as neat as the one on his neck.

The severed hand flew in front of the advisor eerily. He grabbed the severed wrist with one hand and reached for the trigger with the other, pinching Lucches' fingers, "Actually, my ability judgment is really not high. It's only 'paper' grade, but a mediocre like you naturally thinks that the higher rank will win." The advisor returned to DeWitt, took a dead man's hand, and aimed the gun in the dead man's hand at DeWitt's. heart.

"Wait... there is no hatred between us!" DeWitt replied in a panic; "You don't need to kill me, I admit that I am incompetent, I am arrogant! I am not worthy of being your subordinate, I can take it from you. Gone! Never pretend to be a consultant again!"

"No, I need you to pretend to be a consultant," the consultant said. "Tonight, the consultant, you, sneaked into Lucches' bedroom. The alert mafia godfather shot you first, and you took advantage of it. As he was still alive, he used his superpowers to kill Lucches in turn, but he died not long after that. I think that's what the police report ended up with." He smiled: "As for the hatred you said... Just a minute ago, we both 'have no grudges', but don't you want to get rid of me too? It's ridiculous and sad to put on this face begging for mercy now, your miscalculation that is always repeated over and over again Struggling guy trying to tell me what's 'necessary'?

Hmph...let me tell you why you had to die.

My two purposes are at the same time. Helping the Tobacco Club to get rid of the two big families in front of us is work, and testing your ability is my personal business. One of these two things succeeds and the other naturally fails. For me anyway, either get the job done and lose an unqualified tester, or get a qualified assistant and lose a deal. Either way is worth it.

Now that the test has failed, you've lost value to me, but because of what you've done before, the pretense that you're a 'consultant' will soon be revealed by that idiot Sonny, at this time, You are valuable. Your corpse can impersonate me again. I think it should not be a big problem to play a dead person with your acting skills, not to mention acting after you are dead.

The police aren't you, they'll be looking into a lot of things, and Mike Byron's name will be mentioned soon. Your body can distract the police, get their attention, and buy me time to get out of this city. In the end, no matter what the police concluded about the intelligence hacker posing as a college student in this case, it won't be long before consultants will reappear on the Internet, and your death will just add a bit of legend to me. "

DeWitt struggled a few more times, but still couldn't move. His face was sweating profusely, making his current homeless image even more embarrassed. His eyes were already full of horror, and his throat was roaring like a trapped beast.

The consultant seemed to suddenly remember something, he said "oh", and then said the last paragraph to DeWitt: "Actually, I am a year older than you, you are probably not qualified to call me a kid in your life, As for the name "Four Eyes"." He took off his glasses and threw them away: "These glasses are flat, and my eyesight is not bad. I only wear these if the characters need them. So if you die and go to another world, please remember Live, you were killed by the great Mr. 'Consultant', and you've got a bunch of **** intangibles!"

A shot goes off, and DeWitt's life is over. The consultant is an agnostic. He thinks that there may be a god, or that the earth is just an ant farm controlled by aliens, or that he actually exists only in the imagination of others... so in any case, he just randomly tries Try it, maybe what you just said will become an opportunity to make a name in the underworld in advance.

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The next day, the consultant had packed his bags, had a travel bag cross-body, destroyed some items that could be evidence, and left the apartment.

At nine in the morning, he came to an alley.

This place is the site of the Tobacco Club. Few pedestrians pass by. People who come here usually come to buy drugs, but today, none of the drug dealers came out, and this alley is surprisingly quiet.

The consultant didn't wait long when a car pulled up, stopped and turned off. Four men got out of a car, the leader was Juan Roselle, the owner of the Tobacco Club, and the other three beside him were the second owner, the staff officer, and the personal guard.

This is not the first time the consultant has seen them, because in the same city, when the consultant received the deposit, he proposed to withdraw cash in person, which can save a lot of trouble and increase the trust of these low-level customers. They are like old people who don't trust online shopping, always feeling that the sneaky connections that are always played up in gangster movies are like the real deal.

The two gangs greeted politely, but the expressions of Juan's gang were a bit strange. They looked very happy, but there seemed to be something hidden in their eyes. Of course, these could not escape the advisor's discernment, but he For the time being, I won't reveal ~IndoMTL.com~ I just hope these customers don't do stupid things.

"The Lucches and Genovese families have been eradicated from the city, and you have taken the opportunity to absorb a lot of their territory and remnants of defeated soldiers. Now, as long as the Tobacco Club expands its business and occupies the vacant market, not one In a month, you can become a new giant in Chicago. As for whether you can dominate one side, it depends on your own abilities." Seeing that the greeting was almost over, the consultant began to talk about the topic: "Then, the remaining 300,000 yuan in remuneration..."

Huan said directly: "Ah, of course, you deserve it." He snapped his fingers, and the bodyguard behind him stepped forward, took out an oilcloth bag, and looked at the size of the bag. Should be no problem.

The consultant said: "Don't you need a suitcase? Then take it apart and take a look. I don't want to leave with a bag of newspapers."

The bodyguard glanced at Juan, who nodded, so the bodyguard took out the knife he was carrying and went to open the tarpaulin.

Just as everyone's eyes were on the package, Juan suddenly drew his gun and pointed the consultant's head up, "I had to do this, sorry man."

Now that their strange behavior just now became clear, the consultant snorted coldly, "Really? Isn't this a joke? Mr. Roselle, when you get such a big benefit, you don't Are you willing to pay me the final payment of 300,000 yuan, how can it be such a great undertaking?"

The three people beside Juan also pulled out their weapons: "Stop talking nonsense!"

But at this moment, they all ended up with their heads on the ground, the wounds were smooth, and their bodies fell to the ground a few seconds later.

The consultant sighed: "In these years, from the royal palace to the local gangsters, everyone... is becoming less and less standard. Why would you threaten my life for such a small amount of money..." /