The consultant calmly replied: "When I walked into this room, I told you that it is you who will die, not me."
DeWitt said: "Then it depends on whether you have the ability!" When he said this, he actually wanted to take action, but the next second, his face became very ugly, because he found that he His body couldn't move even a little bit, "What did you do?!"
The consultant smiled and said: "Ha, when I cut off Mr. Lucchese's head, you should have known that I was an ability user, but you are still too arrogant. You think that I am at least as high as you." "He left the bar of the mini bar and slowly walked towards Lucchese's bed: "So I decided to let me finish speaking and answer all the questions before killing me to vent my anger." The consultant waved his finger, 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 strangely in front of the consultant. He grabbed the severed wrist with one hand and reached out to the trigger with the other hand, catching Lucchese's finger. "Actually, my ability judgment is indeed not high. It's just paper." 'It's only level, but a mediocre person like you naturally thinks that the person with the higher level will win." The consultant returned to DeWitt, held the dead man's hand, and pointed the gun in the dead man's hand at DeWitt's heart.
"Wait... there is no enmity between us!" DeWitt replied in a panic; "You don't need to kill me. I admit that I am incompetent and arrogant! I am not worthy of being your subordinate. I can disappear from you! Never!" Pretend to be a consultant again!”
"No, I need you to pretend to be a consultant." The consultant said: "Tonight, the consultant, that is, you, sneaked into Lucchese's bedroom. The alert Mafia godfather shot you first with a gun, and you took advantage of the opportunity. He didn't lose his breath, and used his superpower to kill Lucchese in turn, but he died of his injuries not long after. I think that's what the police report said in the end." He smiled: "As for the hatred you mentioned... just in one minute. "We have no enmity before," but don't you also want to get rid of me and get rid of me quickly? It's ridiculous and sad to put on this face of begging for mercy at this moment. You, a guy who is always struggling with repeated miscalculations, are trying to tell me what is 'necessary'
Hum... Let me tell you why you must die.
I have two purposes at the same time. It is my job to help the Tobacco Club get rid of the two big families that are blocking my way, and it is my private matter to test your ability. If one of these two things succeeds, the other will naturally fail. Anyway, for me, I either get the job done and lose an unqualified tester, or I get a qualified assistant and lose a sale. Either way you can make money.
Now that the test has failed, you have lost value to me, but because of what you did before, the illusion that you are a 'consultant' will soon be exposed by that idiot Sonny. At this time, you have It's worth it. Your corpse can pretend to be me again. I think it won't be a big problem to play a dead person with your acting skills. What's more, if you act after you are dead, it will be a true performance.
The police are not you, they will be looking into a lot of things, and Mike Byron's name will soon be mentioned. Your body can disrupt the police's sight, attract their attention, and buy me time to leave this city. In the end, no matter what the police conclude about the intelligence hacker who pretended to be a college student in this case, the consultant will appear again on the Internet in the near future, and your death will only add a little more legend to me. "
DeWitt struggled a few more times, but still couldn't move. His face was covered in sweat, which made his image of a homeless man look even more embarrassed at the moment. His eyes were already full of panic, and he roared like a trapped animal in his throat.
The consultant seemed to suddenly remember something. He said "Oh" and then said the last part to DeWitt: "Actually, I'm one year older than you. You probably don't have the right to call me kid in this life. As for Four Eyes This is my name." He took off his glasses and threw them away: "These glasses are flat. My eyesight is pretty good. I only wear these when the character needs them. So if you go to another world after death, please remember Come on, you were killed by the great consultant, and you also own a lot of damn intangible assets!"
With a single gunshot, DeWitt's life ended. 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 only exists in other people's imagination... So in any case, he is just not sure about what he just said. It becomes an opportunity to make a name for oneself in the underworld in advance.
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The next day, the consultant had packed his luggage, slung a travel bag across his body, destroyed some things that might become evidence, and left the apartment.
At nine o'clock in the morning, he came to an alley.
This place is the territory of the Tobacco Club, and there are usually very few pedestrians passing by. People who come here usually come to buy drugs, but today, not a single drug dealer came out, and the alley was surprisingly quiet.
The consultant didn't wait long. A car drove up here, stopped and turned off the engine. Four men got out of a car. The leader was Juan Russell, the owner of the Tobacco Club, and the other three people around him were the second boss, the adviser and the personal bodyguard.
This was not the first time the consultant met them, because they were in the same city. When the consultant received the deposit, he proposed to withdraw cash in person. This would save a lot of trouble and at the same time increase the trust of these low-level customers in him. They are like those old people who don't trust online shopping. They always feel that the sneaky joints that are always played up in gangster movies are like the real deal.
The two groups greeted each other very politely, but the expressions of Juan's group were a little strange. They looked happy, but there seemed to be something hidden in their eyes. Of course, these could not escape the consultant's observation, but he could not for the time being. To be honest, I just hope these customers don't do anything stupid.
"The Lucchese and Genovese families have been eradicated from the city, and you have also taken the opportunity to absorb many of their territories and defeated soldiers. Now the Tobacco Club only needs to expand its operations and occupy the vacated markets. In less than a month, it will be If you can become Chicago's new giant, as for whether you can dominate it, it depends on your own abilities." Seeing that the pleasantries were almost over, the consultant started to talk about the topic: "Then, the remaining 300,000 in remuneration..."
Juan said directly: "Ah, of course, you deserve this." He snapped his fingers, and the bodyguard behind him stepped forward and took out an oilcloth bag. Judging from the size of the bag, it should be nothing. question.
The consultant said: "Don't you want to put it in a suitcase? Then take it apart and take a look. I don't want to leave with a package of newspapers."
The bodyguard glanced at Juan, who nodded, so the bodyguard took out the knife he carried with him and went to open the oilcloth.
When everyone's eyes were focused on the package, Juan suddenly pulled out his gun, pointed it at the consultant's head, "I had to do this, I'm sorry, man."
Now their weird behavior became clear. The consultant snorted disdainfully: "Really? Is this a joke? Mr. Russell, when you received such a big benefit, you refused to pay. How can I achieve great success with my balance of 300,000 yuan?"
The three people beside Juan also took out their weapons: "Stop talking nonsense!"
But at this moment, they all ended up with their heads on the ground, their wounds were smooth, and their bodies fell to the ground after a few seconds.
The consultant sighed: "These days, everyone from the royal nobles to the local gangsters... are becoming less and less qualified. Why threaten my life for such a small amount of money... "