Caesar was in a bar, and no one dared to disturb him, only a few beautiful girls came to pour drinks.
Not long after, a man came over and dismissed the girls, "I'll talk to him."
Caesar raised his head, thinking that it was some ignorant guy, but saw Durson.
He waved to these girls: "Go."
Duersen sat opposite him and unscrewed a wine bottle. The expensive red wine should be sold by collectors on the black market.
"I want to take it back and treasure it." Caesar stopped him with some distress.
Duersen had already unscrewed it and poured himself a glass. After drinking it, he said, "Without delay, how is the information collection of the Morgan family members going?"
Caesar hurriedly snatched the only remaining red wine bottle. This bottle cost 100,000 US dollars, and buying it in Huaguo was a luxury worth millions of dollars. It's not that Caesar is poor and stingy, but that there are few reserves of this wine in the world. If there is one less bottle, there will be no bottle. It is not a wine that money can solve.
"Tell me first, did you log in to that account?" Caesar asked hurriedly.
"Don't talk about this yet, give me all the member information you have prepared." Dursen said.
"What are you doing, you want to single-handedly kill everyone in Morgan? Don't be wishful thinking. I am an intelligence officer. I know that a military area has been built directly around the Morgan family. Every member is surrounded by top experts, all selected from the city of sin. Although you are good at escaping, you can’t beat others. There are only so many of our brothers left. Benjamin and Statham are still inside. I will find a way to get them out. Don’t go in again. I have negotiated with the four gangs. We will deploy together."
Dursen grinned: "I know that two bottles of this kind of red wine have entered the black market. The bottle in your hand plus the other bottle. If you want to give it to me, I will tell you a big news."
"What good news can you have? Are you laughing at me? I am engaged in intelligence. If you have good information that I don't know, then I can be laid off." Caesar snorted.
Duersen shook his head and smiled: "You will never think of my information, well, if you are not interested, then just pretend I didn't come."
With that said, Durson was about to leave.
Caesar: "Where can I find another bottle?"
Durson smiled: "You have to ask yourself, you are engaged in intelligence, I don't believe you don't know where the other bottle is."
Caesar was speechless, being tricked by Dursen. He does know!
Duersen walked less than ten steps with his back to Caesar, and Caesar finally said, "Didn't you want information? Why did you just leave?"
Dursen still didn't look back, but with his back to Caesar, he smiled.
After Caesar waited for him to walk out of the bar, he stood up and walked to the door of the bar and shouted at Duersen's back: "You won! Tell me."
Dursen shouted at him from across the road: "Send the information to my mailbox, someone wants to use it."
Caesar: "Who will use it?"
Duersen: "Of course it's the account owner. Do you think it was really me? Where do I have the password?"
Caesar's pupils dilated in an instant, and he was about to run over, but a car sped by and almost missed him. Caesar could only stand there, excited and nervous, and asked Duersen on the opposite side: "What the hell are you talking about?" Really? Isn't today April Fool's Day?"
Dursen made a 'two' gesture: "Remember my two bottles of wine, get ready to get to work, he said he was going to keep his promise."
Caesar's face was full of ecstasy, his body was trembling with excitement, and his blood was frenzied.
"Tell him to be on call!"
A car passed by the road, and after the car left, Caesar could no longer see Duersen opposite, and he disappeared and left.
Caesar had a smile on his face all the time, and suddenly he raised his head and laughed loudly.
That kind of madness, that kind of unscrupulousness, brought him back to the state of the stranger period.
He walked all the way back on the road, with a wild laugh on his face.
Those people on the road looked at him and commented endlessly: "This man is so arrogant."
"The last time someone was drunk and laughed so wildly on this street, he was beaten to death in the end. I saw his body in the suburbs the next day."
"You go and beat up this person, and you will definitely be one of the corpses in the suburbs the next day."
"He doesn't seem to care about the fact that he was offered a reward of 1.5 billion. Isn't he afraid that someone will suddenly come and kill him?"
"Because he is a stranger! Have you ever seen a stranger who was afraid of anyone? The old beauty dares to hate, in their eyes, what else is worthy of their fear?"
"It's really strong to be a man who has reached his level of free and easy."
"To be honest, if I were a member of Stranger, I would be crazier and more arrogant than him."
"A person like you can enter a stranger, that is an insult to the stranger!"
"..."
at the same time.
Another update on the Yike account said: Many people seem to have forgotten us, it's time to come out and dance.
as expected.
As the netizens guessed, the stranger is going to do something.
But in Morgan's bedroom, the patriarch looked at this and talked, then looked at the gene death report on the table, and sneered: "A group of jumping clowns, bluffing, thinking that this will scare me? Two men who threaten me Everyone is dead, what do you use to fight with me?"
At this time, a call came from the British Royal Palace.
After Patriarch Morgan picked it up, William asked in a panic: "Old man, are you sure we'll be fine, right? I always feel that strangers will come again. That account needs to be resolved."
"Don't worry, your royal family is used to being afraid of that demon, but he is dead. Just listen to me, and I can restore your royal family to its former glory. I will let the CEO of the social company close that account."
"Okay, then I'm relieved." After hanging up the phone, the butler next to William said with some concern: "King, I have something to say, and I don't know whether I should say it or not."
"I know what you're going to say, but that man is defeated. Now it's Morgan's world. What else can I do? You want the royal family to be destroyed by me?" William smiled wryly.
The butler: "But I always feel that the queen's eyes must be right. If that person is not dead, then the royal family will be truly destroyed!"
"No, no one can survive such a catastrophe, unless he is a god!" William said: "Also, are you too old, Steward? Don't be a queen, I will be the king for half a year If you can't tell the priority, then resign."
The butler sighed: "It seems that I am indeed old. The reason why I kept it is to carry out the queen's last wish to assist the king. Now that you have violated her wishes and choose to cooperate with the Morgan family, then I will assist you again, indeed. Sorry Queen, I would like to resign."
With that said, the butler withdrew.
"Go away!" William snorted.