Chapter 1219

Name:The best little cook Author:老肥
Thomson was frightened by Zhang Ye's inhuman methods, especially when he saw the finger hole in the wall, he felt cold all over. If that wall was replaced by himself

"You, who are you?" He asked in horror.

"Don't worry, I'm not your enemy, and I don't like to kill, and I won't hurt you. If it's more accurate, it should be your Savior. " Zhang Ye said with a smile.

"You..." Thomson felt insulted. Although he was afraid, he also said angrily, "do you think I'm a fool, a life-saving benefactor? Are you kidding? Even if you don't chase me, will you save me? "

"You're right. I'm saving you now. Believe me, if you give that treasure back to the person who hired you, you'll never see your beloved Sophia again. " Zhang Ye said with a smile.

"You, what else do you know? I'll tell you, Sophia has nothing to do with this. Something's coming to me." Thomson's face changed greatly. "It seems you still don't understand. I just said, I'm not your enemy, and I don't like to kill. I won't kill you or your Sophia. I'm just a lost owner. The only thing I want to do is to get back what should belong to me." Zhang Ye shrugged.

This

Thomson hesitated and looked at Zhang Ye suspiciously, trying to judge the truth of his words from Zhang Ye's expression.

However, he was disappointed. Even though Thomson had the sharpest eyes, he could only see the calmness in Zhang Ye's eyes, which was as calm and profound as the endless deep sea.

"You really don't want to kill me?" Thomson asked Zhang Ye in doubt.

"What do you think? Strictly speaking, I don't have a deep hatred with you. You just stole my things. I won't lose anything after I get them back. What do you do to kill you?" Zhang Ye asked.

"Well, who can guarantee that you're not talking too much now, and you won't kill me when you get it back?" Thomson sneered.

Ha ha!

Zhang Ye light smile, eyes but more cold.

"Do you have a choice?"

"You..."

Thomson felt the terror from Zhang Ye, but only trembling fear remained in his heart.

He's right.

If he wants to kill me, it's easy. I don't have a chance to fight or escape.

I have no choice.

Maybe I should fight. If he wasn't really a killer, I wouldn't die.

Thinking of this, Thomson gritted his teeth and nodded, "OK, I believe you. Everything is here. Just look at it for yourself."

He said, throwing a bag beside him.

Shua!

Zhang Ye disappeared in a flash.

Bang!

There was a loud gunshot, but Thomson shot. He was black faced and gnashing his teeth. What he hated most in his life was being threatened.

But Where did the man go.

Seeing that the travel bag was about to fall to the ground, and the priceless listening bottle was about to break, one hand suddenly caught the travel bag, and then laughed on his shoulder.

"Now you're going to kill me."

Zhang Ye looked at Thomson with a smile, and his tone became colder and colder.

"You, are you a human or a ghost?"

Thomson watched Zhang Ye disappear out of thin air, and then appeared out of thin air a second later, just avoiding the bullet out of the chamber. This scene shocked him so much.

"It doesn't matter who I am, you're going to die anyway." Zhang Ye shrugged.

"You, you just said you would not kill me. You are not a killer." Thomson was so scared that he ran away and didn't dare to stay for half a moment.

Whoosh!

A scream suddenly rang out in the back of his head, pop through his hard skull, as if a bullet hit.

Poop!

Thomson was lying on the ground in disbelief, and he couldn't sleep until he died. Zhang Ye cold looking at him, light way: "I really don't like to kill, but it doesn't mean I won't revenge. Since you just wanted to kill me, I have to fight back. Don't worry, the bullet that killed you came out of your own gun

. As for why it went through the back of your head, that's the answer the police need to solve. "

Shua!

His voice is down, the whole person has disappeared without a trace.

However, after a while, a man appeared here again. He was a very handsome black guy with dark skin, but his eyes were full of royal air, which was the role of Yun Qinghai changing again.

Since the last time he showed his changed face in front of Zhang Ye, he has never used that face again. Instead, he has changed into a black handsome guy.

"Well? Thomson's dead? Was he killed by a gun? Wait

Yun Qinghai walks up to Thomson to check. He frowns and calculates slowly for a moment. He can't help but sneer"My dear, it seems that you will succeed in the end, but it doesn't matter. Being a teacher is not so easy to give up. We have a long way to go."

Shua! Yunqinghai also disappeared, and the secret hiding place was quiet again. Half a year later, when Thomson saw the light again, everything had been completely erased. In the end, the U.S. police could only put this case on the shelf and became one of the many outstanding cases.

At this time, Zhang Ye has returned to Thain's study, looking at the sad face of Thain some funny, put the travel bag on the desk, this just woke up Thain. "Ah, master, you're back. That's great. I thought you abandoned me." Thain was very happy. Although he lost so many valuable antiques, it really made him feel very sad, even almost like gouging out his heart, but compared with the loss of Master Zhang Ye

, it was still a small thing.

This is the chance he has imagined for countless years. Now it finally appears in front of him. How can he not be excited.

He wanted to seize the opportunity even if he was broke.

But the baby is lost. He has no use value in Zhang Ye's eyes. How can he become a student of Zhang Ye again? He can learn from him and gain great strength one day.

Compared with these forces, even more money is useless.

However, SAIN did not expect that Zhang Ye actually came back, and what surprised him even more was that his treasures also came back, which was not bad.

"Master, I thank you so much. You are more powerful than God." Said Thain excitedly, coming to hold him. "Don't do that. I'm a Chinese. I'm not used to your western etiquette." Zhang Ye quickly stopped. At the thought of being hugged by a man in his forties, he felt that his goose bumps were all chilly.