Chapter 211
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Everything in the world had its own rules. Everyone had their own weaknesses and way of thinking.
In the dimly lit bar, there was a flash of light. Then, there was the sound of long breathing and the faint smell of tobacco.
"Old friend, this is the target." A man took out a photo from his pocket and placed it on the table. It was a middle-aged man with a Mediterranean hairstyle.
"Reward?" In the shadow opposite him, the light of the fire flickered.
"This much." The man smiled and extended his hand.
"Three days." The man opposite him extended a hand and took the photo on the table. He put the photo into his pocket.
Since I was young, my father told me to learn how to observe. Then, I could discover many things.
"Mister Bolos! What do you think of Fels' accusation? "A group of reporters held the microphones in their hands. They wanted nothing more than to shove it into the mouth of this Mediterranean man.
"That's a complete lie. My lawyer will help me prove it!" The bodyguards beside Bolos pushed aside the reporters and escorted Bolos into the luxurious car.
"These damned hyenas and flies that smell blood!" Bolos sat on the luxurious cushion unhappily. The secretary beside him wiped off the snow on his body.
"Sir, do you need us to …" The man beside him made a throat-slitting gesture.
"No need. That guy is now being watched by a bunch of media. If he dies now, then I'll be the biggest suspect." Bolos opened his mouth slightly. The beautiful secretary beside him automatically picked up a cigar, lit it, and respectfully placed it in Bolos's mouth.
"On the contrary, I want him to live well. Those rats won't let go of this." Bolos's face was gloomy. His eyes flashed with a dangerous light.
"Your will will be fulfilled." The man nodded and fell silent again.
The driver observed the surroundings. The car steadily shook off many people following them. Then, they arrived in front of a small villa.
Bolos got out of the car. This was the place where he kept his mistress. Other than the bodyguards and the butler, no one else knew about this place.
"My dear ~" A beautiful woman with a very hot body walked out with a smile.
Bolos's eyes immediately stared at the place where the waves were surging.
"My little sweetheart ~" Bolos went over and hugged his mistress in his arms.
The butler behind him led the others in. Ten minutes later, he walked out and nodded at Bolos.
"Really ~ It's like this every time ~" The mistress pouted as she looked at Borges with watery eyes.
"Hehe, my little sweetheart, isn't this for safety?" Bolos proudly hugged his mistress and walked into the villa.
The butler waved his hand, and the bodyguards guarded the villa.
"I don't understand why the boss doesn't allow us to wear sunglasses," a bodyguard whispered to his friend.
"Don't ask what you shouldn't." The friend reminded him in a low voice and then continued to look around. He didn't want to lose this job.
In the distance, a pair of eyes silently watched all of this.
When you find the pattern and grasp the human heart, everything becomes natural.
The next day, Bolos walked out of the villa with a satisfied look on his face. The car was parked outside the villa quietly.
"What are we doing today?" Bolos closed his eyes and leaned against the leather seat.
"Today, you need to go to the Senate to be questioned. Then, you need to have a meal with the chairman of Molan Heavy Industries. After that, you need to attend the president's banquet …" The secretary quickly reported Bolos's upcoming itinerary.
"Okay. What about the dead man?" Bolos looked at his butler.
"Yesterday, we stopped three strangers and found a package under his car," the butler reported quickly.
"When the situation calms down, I hope to attend Mr. Fiers' funeral." Bolos was very calm, but the butler knew that he was very angry.
Anfield stood on Street 62 and silently looked at everything around him. The pedestrians who were rushing to make a living, the security personnel who were patrolling, and the busy street.
Anfield raised his head and looked at the sky. The weather was very good today, and the sun was already shining on the street.
Anfield lowered his head and looked at the puddles on the street. Although the sanitation personnel had already cleaned up, there were still puddles.
"Lin Bu Model 017 … A cautious driver … A celebrity who goes for a morning run …" Anfield kept muttering in a low voice.
After a while, he raised his head and looked at his watch. The time was just right.
Anfield leisurely crossed the road and stood on the side of the sidewalk. He looked at the traffic officer who was rushing over in front of him.
The other party was very anxious. When he saw Anfield standing in the middle of the road looking at his phone, he ran past Anfield and stepped on a puddle.
"What bad luck!" the officer cursed softly. He turned around and glared at Anfield who was already walking forward.
However, the splashing water fell on a woman wearing a mask and sunglasses. A sharp scream pierced the street.
The celebrity was very unhappy. This damn person, why did he step on a puddle when she ran past him?
This must be intentional!
Perhaps because the voice was too recognizable, people quickly surrounded her.
The celebrity was soon exposed. Some fans held their phones and excitedly surrounded her.
At this time, Bolos's car happened to pass by Street 62. The driver instantly noticed the crowd on the side of the street. Out of caution, he turned his head and looked.
The strong sunlight shone through the car window and shone on the driver's face. He couldn't help but blink.
The traffic light in front of him just happened to turn red. The driver didn't notice this. The car ran over and was hit by another truck on the side.
"The CEO of Apollo Company was involved in a car accident!"
"Is there a safety hazard in the Lin Bu Model 017?"
"Phelps died!"
A series of news dominated the headlines for a week. However, the incident soon subsided. This was a coincidence.
Anfield looked at the increased wealth in his account with satisfaction and threw his phone into the sea.
The so-called coincidence was just the inevitable result of a chain reaction. It had always been like this.
"What is this?" Anfield looked at the wooden door in front of him in surprise. This was his home. Why would there be a wooden door here?
Anfield frowned and checked the surveillance camera again. Then, he found that no one had entered.
Then, Anfield opened the wooden door and walked in.
"Welcome to Dream Restaurant ~ Dear guest ~" A woman with wings on her back walked up with a smile.
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