"It's the opposite. I really hate if it's the guy who is always showing off and showing off his power all the time."
Lucas shrugged, spreading his hands, reluctantly denying Little Evans's guess.
Little Evans's face couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
"Speaking of which, if Jonathan hadn't disappeared at such a moment, I might be happy to accept such a situation, and then clap my hands and cheer."
Lucas put on a slightly relaxed smile on his face, but no matter how relaxed the sentence he uttered, old Evans could still feel the suffocating feeling of things in the middle.
"So after Jonathan disappeared, I decided to conduct a small experiment. Do a small experiment."
Lucas completely ignored Evans's blushing face because of embarrassment, as if he hadn't noticed at all, and went on for himself.
"I decided to "miss" once too, to see how the guys who are said to protect me through this special period until I return to the team will react."
"So you called me and ran out?"
The old Evans who had been silent for a long time finally spoke.
In fact, when Lucas said that he had decided to disappear for a period of time, Old Evans had already thought of the time of the call and Lucas' thoughts.
"Yeah, I ran out after doing some tricks for the monitoring."
Lucas nodded vigorously, and his smile at his old friend carried an indescribable meaning.
"What's next? What did you find?"
He didn't give his son a chance to ask what Lucas did, and quickly pushed forward the rhetoric between the three.
"It turned out that I and Jonathan are exactly the same to them."
Lucas spread out his hands somewhat helplessly, and a faint resentment flashed in his eyes.
"No one paid any attention to whether I was missing or left on my own. Even after the chatter had reported the situation to his superiors, they left the matter behind."
"So you are considered an abandoned child?"
Although Old Evans used interrogative sentences, his tone was unquestionable and concluded the matter.
Little Evans on the side watched his father and Uncle Lucas quickly conduct questions and answers, and couldn't help but grow his mouth, unable to insert a word.
"So what are you going to do? I don't think you will be crazy enough to trouble the military..."
After getting Lucas' bitter smile, Old Evans spoke again and asked Lucas about his intention to contact him.
"It's true. I'm not stupid, how can I hit a rock with a pebble?"
Lucas chuckled softly, staring at his very smart old friend, slowly but firmly conveying his only expectation.
"I just want to take my own dead game alive. The mercenaries you know have been waiting for a long time and will be extraordinarily spared. And I, the only thing I want now is to survive!"
Lucas said with a smile.
Although the old Evans understood Lucas’s desire to live, he didn’t know if it was an illusion. My spouse’s disappearance felt that the friend in front of him was no longer the way he once knew.
Although the face is still the same, and the smile is still the same, but I always feel that some unexplainable things have changed, making this originally very familiar person a little strange.
This feeling of knowing but not knowing it... is exactly the same as when you stare at a word for a long time and you find that you can't understand the word at all.
"Then you came to me? What is it for? What do you hope I can help you with?"
Old Evans had a serious face, and he didn't know how to face his old friend who had stabbed the sky.
"I want to know why Jonathan disappeared. Was it the Huaxia people or the top behind Jonathan's disappearance? And what was the cover of so many mercenary teams when we were in China."
As Lucas said something similar to a declaration-like goal, the two eyebrows of Old Evans tightened. In the end, it was as if it was tangled into a ball of wool that became a knot, and it never relaxed.
"... But to do this, I first need to find a backer who can guarantee my safety in a short period of time."
When Lucas said this, he suddenly turned his gaze to William Lucas, who had completely become a bystander, and the smile on his face became more gentle.
"Remember when I was on the way with you that I had to make certain things first. Now I have set things up. I need you to help me figure out how to get in touch with Mr. Owen."
"I want to meet Mr. Owen."
Looking at the old friend who finally said what he wanted, the old Evans looked at each other with his son, and suddenly felt uneasy after seeing the pride in his son's eyes.
Get in touch with Mr. Owen
Getting in touch with Mr. Owen is just a means for his old friend to achieve his goal, not the real goal.
Therefore, this so-called catching relationship should be just a unilateral use!
But the question is, if such a thing is revealed, how should oneself and his son deal with Mr. Owen
In case things are not revealed. Mr. Owen really became a springboard for his old friend's enchantment, which did not belong to his level, then when Lucas left. What do you and the children have to face
My own son usually looks very clever, but at this critical moment, why doesn't he use his brains and has to rush to be a scapegoat and a target for others
Thinking of this, old Evans suddenly regretted the enthusiasm he had shown after the phone call from Lucas on the street.
If I had known... I would never have called William Haha back!
It was in Lucas's heart that he wanted to do his best. When I contacted Mr. Owen, the owner of the biggest shop in Las Vegas through the old ince's house, in Owen's office, there was also a guest who was outside his expectations today.
"Why are you here? You are not afraid of being discovered..."
After seeing Andrew sitting in his reception room, Mr. Owen, who returned to the office with his secretary, backhanded his secretary shut outside the door, and looked at his guest nervously.
"I was discovered? I have been in Las Vegas for so long. It would be abnormal if I didn't visit you!"
Andrew glanced at the nervous guy and laughed softly.
"Don't worry, it's not official to come to you this time. I just want to remind you of what is about to happen."
Just like in his own home, Andrew leaned comfortably on the sofa, awakening the real master in the room.
"I heard that you won some top tea here a while ago? It's been a long time since I saw you, should I buy me a cup of tea?"
Andrew said with a smile, and then got Mr. Owen's big eyes.
"No. Not only there is no tea, cigars, red wine or anything else! My collection is for guests, and you have nothing for uninvited guys like you."
Owen said unceremoniously. Andrew, who had not gotten up on the sofa, curled his lips slightly, and continued to argue on this topic.
This time, he did not venture to meet Owen himself for tea.
"Grande."
Andrew murmured softly, and slowly talked about his intentions after Owen sat down on the sofa in Absolute Corner.
"Forget it, my lord has a lot, I don't care about you. Let me talk about business first... The kid from Huaxia Bai's family has come to Las Vegas. The Special Operations Department wants to use his hand to solve it before running back from Huaxia Jian Those two cannon fodder from the country. Pay attention to this matter yourself. Don’t get yourself involved."
Andrew said this, picking up the cut fruit from the table as if returning to his own home, and biting it down.
"You are free."
Owen looked at Andrew's smug look, feeling a little bit sour, even with a little bit of envy that he couldn't say.
"Who told you to be a step too late to be an observer. But don't worry, you have to work hard, and one day you will be like me all day long and leisurely."
After noticing the jealousy that Irving showed, Andrew sat triumphantly, seeing the occasional itch in his heart while gloating.
Especially what the other party said made Owen have an urge to fight.
Is this damn comfort? This is obviously showing off!
Although Owen felt very unconvinced in his heart, in any case, showing off was not Andrew's main purpose this time.
Insert an app: Perfectly reproduce the old version of the book-chasing artifact, an interchangeable app-Mimi Reading.
After all, this nasty guy came with business. So no matter how angry he is, Irving can only consult the other party in detail.
"You said that the Huaxia Bai family is going to work in my area of responsibility? I am not responsible for the business of contestants from other countries."
After giving Andrew a fierce look, our husband wanted to look at his relatives not to Andrew's face, and not to look at his triumphant posture at all. Just now I'm out of sight and out of mind.
"What's more, as far as I know, the person I just mentioned is probably not the right candidate for China to send to the game. So what does it matter to me?"
"Who said it doesn't matter? I tell you it's a big deal!"
After hearing Owen's strength and incomprehension, my Lu chuckled softly, but the complacency in his eyes that was more informed and higher-level than the other party's information became more and more obvious.
"Do you think someone like the White Madman would really hide the child like a promise because of such a small matter between him and the nine-tailed fox?"
"Don't be naive, that's a white madman! You can never expect a white madman to suddenly lose his intent to fight..."
Andrew raised his eyebrows, and Owen was thinking about the line with a sluggish expression.
Andrew's way is right, the white lunatic guy's mind is indeed beyond the ordinary people's ability to guess. So, that guy Bai Hao is really a hidden game of China's special agency? If things are really like that, I'm afraid I really can't break the regulations and intervene too much in this matter.
It seems that Las Vegas is really going to be messed up here...
Owen thought in a daze. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)