"That's basically it. I haven't seen her in ten years." Ossolisa took a sip of her beer.
"Looks like your sister is really dangerous," Engelite said. "If I had known, I wouldn't have let her go. I would've forced her to stay."
Ossolisa had wanted to prevent Rebecca from falling into the hands of the association.
But now that she thought about it, she was wrong.
It would be better to keep Rebecca here and beg for her life. That way, Rebecca might not die.
But if Rebecca killed someone in Los Angeles …
Ossolisa wouldn't even be able to ask for mercy.
"Then what should we do?"
"Find her as soon as possible. She can do whatever she wants, but not in Los Angeles."
…
Rebecca had always been a vigilant person.
She didn't return to her place immediately.
Because she vaguely sensed that someone was following her.
Was it the person who took pictures of her? Rebecca guessed.
Rebecca took out a makeup box from her pocket and looked behind her through the mirror on the box.
More than 20 meters behind him, there was a car that was driving very slowly, slowly following behind him.
There was a lot of traffic on this road. She couldn't make a move here.
She would do it in a more secluded place.
Rebecca thought to herself.
Francis, on the other hand, followed Rebecca carefully.
He didn't think it was necessary to be careful when following a woman.
He didn't know that Rebecca had already noticed him.
He didn't even realize that he had been led to a secluded place by Rebecca.
Rebecca felt that the time was right. She turned around and was about to make a move.
Suddenly, she felt a strong sense of danger.
Rebecca knew where the sense of danger came from.
A sniper! She had been targeted by a sniper.
Rebecca suddenly ducked. Then, a bowl-sized hole appeared on the ground next to Rebecca, and the concrete floor was kicked up with dust.
A van sped over, and two men in black suits and sunglasses got out. They held machine guns and fired at Rebecca.
Da, da, da —
Rebecca reacted quickly and jumped into the bushes on the side of the road.
The two shooters looked at each other. One of them carefully walked to the side of the road, holding the machine gun tightly.
But at that moment, a hand reached out of the bushes and grabbed the shooter's face.
The hand pulled forcefully, pulling the gunman into the darkness.
Da da da —
There was a burst of gunfire in the darkness, and then there was silence.
Suddenly, gunshots rang out from the darkness again.
However, this time, the gunshot was not aimed at the interior but at the minivan. The driver of the minivan was killed on the spot.
The remaining gunman cursed under his breath and quickly hid behind the car.
The next moment, Rebecca dashed out of the darkness.
She rammed straight into the van.
Bang –
The two-thousand-kilogram van was knocked over, and the gunman hiding in the back was pinned to the ground.
Rebecca turned to look at Francis' car.
Francis was scared out of his wits. He immediately turned the steering wheel and fled.
Rebecca wanted to chase after him, but the sniper fired again.
Rebecca fell to the ground again. She could only watch as Francis escaped.
She could only find the insidious sniper first.
…
"Mr. Chen, it's me, it's me. I'm Francis." Francis was frightened tonight.
He had originally thought that she was just an ordinary woman.
But he didn't expect that woman to be so terrifying.
As a private detective, he had met all kinds of people.
Even Black … But he had never seen a real gunfight.
It was too scary. How did the woman knock over the minivan?
Did he see it wrong? Francis was still in a state of confusion.
"Oh, Mr. Francis, did you finish the investigation so quickly?"
"Investigate what? That woman is a killer. I saw her fighting with people on the road. She even killed two people. "
"Killer?" Chen Zhao was surprised.
Was the business of killers so widespread now? They were even in the business of deceiving people?
As far as Chen Zhao knew, professional killers made much more than scammers.
Was a small fry like Murphy really worth a professional killer putting down his identity to seduce?
Francis spoke incoherently, and his words were contradictory.
Chen Zhao could feel that Francis was really scared.
"Continue investigating that woman for me," Chen Zhao said.
"No, no way. That woman is too dangerous," Francis shouted.
"You took my money," Chen Zhao said.
"I don't care. Anyway, I won't take this investigation again. Your $10,000 is my compensation." Francis decided to go back on his word.
"Mr. Francis, you're afraid of that female killer. Do you think I'm easier to bully than her?"
Chen Zhao didn't care how Francis felt. Since Francis had taken his money, he had to work for him. This was the rule.
"I don't want to talk about this anymore. That's it." Francis hung up.
Chen Zhao looked at the phone and turned to Fali. "Fali, I'm going out for a while."
"It's so late. Do you still have clients?"
"Murphy met a female scammer. I found a private detective to investigate her, but he took my money and stood me up."
"Then you should teach him a lesson," Fali said, unconcerned.
…
Francis was feeling uneasy at the moment.
He didn't take Chen Zhao's threat seriously.
Someone who could find a private detective like him to investigate probably didn't have any connections.
At least, that was what he thought.
What he really cared about was that woman, that terrifying woman.
Would she find him?
The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt.
No, he couldn't stay here.
Francis decided to leave Los Angeles first.
Francis hurriedly packed his luggage.
But when he walked out of his house, he saw Chen Zhao standing beside his car.
Francis gathered his courage and walked up. "Why are you here?"
Bang!
Suddenly, a streak of blood appeared on Francis' cheek.
A bullet flew past his face and landed on the ground beside Chen Zhao.
Francis let out a cry and fell to the ground in fright.
"Mr. Francis, I told you that you'd regret it." Chen Zhao stood before Francis.
Francis held his head, not daring to look up.
"No one has ever dared to take my money and stand me up. I don't know who gave you the courage."
"I was wrong, I was wrong … Sorry, I was wrong. Please let me go."
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