"Do you really want to die here?"
The bearded man shouted again.
He was the most dangerous one. If there was a conflict, he'd definitely be the first to die.
Of course, he didn't want to die. He was already regretting it now.
Who would've thought that this seemingly simple job would be so troublesome?
He'd only needed to enter the Asian's house and stuff a bag of drugs under the sofa. Then, everything would be much easier.
But he never dreamed that the Asian, who should've been acting like a sheep, would be so fierce.
Moreover, his identity was far more complicated than he'd thought.
Not everyone wanted to fight to the death.
So, when the first person put down his gun,
Cowardice spread like a contagious disease.
This kind of confrontation created a very depressing atmosphere.
Shooting and putting down the gun were just a thought.
When Chen Zhao returned to the house, he saw that Fali was actually holding a gun.
"Fali, what are you doing?"
"I … I was thinking that if there's a gunfight … I … I can help."
Chen Zhao smiled and patted Fali's head. At the same time, he took the gun from her.
"Where did you get it?"
"I have a gun permit. I bought it from a gun shop."
"Okay, go back to your room with Alyss. It might take a while."
"Okay."
When Chen Zhao came out again, Gaia was interrogating.
No one in the Supernatural Organization was more professional than Gaia.
After a round of questioning, he had gotten everything clear and clear.
Gaia passed the recording pen to Chen Zhao, who listened to the testimony.
"You can convict Talist like this?"
"No. If these people can't show direct evidence, Talist can say that he doesn't know them at all. It's a trap for him."
Gaia wasn't a law major, but she was familiar with such things.
"In other words, this recording pen's confession is completely useless?"
"Not completely useless." Gaia shook her head, smiling. "If there's no evidence, you can create it."
"How?" Chen Zhao asked, confused.
Gaia brought the bearded man before Chen Zhao. Then she took out her phone and tossed it to him. "Call Talist and tell him that I've done what he told me to do. Ask him to transfer the money."
…
Talist's phone rang. Talist picked it up and looked.
"Hey, is everything done?"
"Mr. Talist, it's done. I stuffed 10 kilograms of drugs under his sofa. He's being brought back to the station now. When will my money arrive?"
"Don't worry. I'll transfer it to you right away."
After Talist hung up, he said to his assistant, "Transfer $500,000 to an account for me."
"Sir, all my cards have been stopped by the bank. I can't transfer money."
"Why was it stopped?" Some of Talist's anonymous credit cards were kept by his assistant so that his assistant could help him make some shady transfers.
"It's the secondary card used by Mr. Tony. Because he has been spending a lot of money for a long time and didn't pay the bill in time, the main card was also frozen or the transfer was restricted," the assistant said. "And all the messages came today."
"That bastard." Talist knew what his son was like.
He even froze his card. Talist gritted his teeth, but he still had to give the money that he was supposed to.
"Take this card."
"Sir, this is a card with your name on it. Can I use it to transfer money?"
"It's fine, that person is safe. We've worked together many times," Talist said.
"You can leave."
"Yes, Sir."
Talist rubbed his forehead. He seemed to be in a bad mood today.
Suddenly, Talist shuddered.
"Damn it, what did I just do?" Talist suddenly stood up and charged outside. "Quinn, give me back the card."
Talist cursed himself for being muddle-headed. He actually used a registered card to transfer money.
Regardless of whether the person was safe or not, it would put him in danger.
"Sir, here's your card."
"Did you transfer the money?"
"Yes."
"Can you cancel it?"
"Sir, you're a premium member of the bank. The transfer of $500,000 arrived in seconds."
Talist's expression was a bit awkward. Now that the money had been transferred, it was impossible to cancel it.
Forget it. It wasn't the first time that person had done something for him anyway.
Just then, the assistant's phone rang.
The assistant picked it up and his expression gradually turned troubled.
"What's wrong?"
"Sir, the hospital called. Young Master Tony destroyed medical equipment in the hospital and injured other patients and doctors. The hospital wants compensation and will file a lawsuit against Young Master Tony."
"This * sshole, he's already in the hospital and he's still so troublesome. Pay the hospital more money and get them to cancel the lawsuit."
"Sir, the hospital wants compensation of $12 million."
"What?" Talist's mouth gaped in disbelief. "What did he do?"
"He rushed into a testing room and smashed a very expensive machine."
"F * ck, f * ck! Why do I have a son like this? "
"Prepare the car, I'm going to the hospital."
Talist stomped his feet in anger. That was $12 million.
He couldn't even earn that much in a year.
Just then, a servant's scream came from the front yard.
"What happened?"
A servant ran over. "Sir, the garage is on fire."
"What? How did this happen? "
"It's Young Master Tony's car. He put something flammable in the trunk and it exploded, causing a huge fire."
Talist was about to fall. "Go put out the fire, hurry up and put out the fire."
There were more than 20 cars in the garage, including his favorite car. It was custom-made by Rolls-Royce for him.
The car was almost as expensive as the other cars combined. If all the cars were destroyed, his loss would be $60 million or even more.
The servant couldn't get near the garage at all. In the end, they could only call the fire department.
However, the fire department couldn't enter the garage because the entrance to Talist's manor was too low.
In the end, under dozens of eyes, they could only watch the garage and cars burn to ashes.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it! That * sshole, why didn't he die? "Talist was heartbroken.
Just then, a car came in from outside and a few people got off.
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