Chapter 792

U.S.A.

New York suburb.

In pork's villa.

After dinner, pork sat in the living room watching the news.

The housekeeper stood by, waiting for orders at any time. There were two intimate bodyguards on duty in the room. Outside the window, it was raining heavily. The cool air came in from the window and blew straight to pork.

"Ka.. Stare. Kah. "Kick"

Pork's hand kept opening and closing the lighter cover.

This was a habit he had formed when he was in service. Whenever he encountered something extremely big, pork would take out this treasured lighter, because such a sound could keep his mind calm.

At this point, pork frowned.

He was thinking about Chai Ren.

He sent people to investigate the two failures in detail, but it turned out that his head was big.

Their bodies were found yesterday.

As he once guessed, more than 100 people, wrapped up in murail, were not missing, but all dead, dead in a no one tribal site, if no one entered by mistake when hunting.

Muriel's death can't be confirmed by them at present. It can only be defined as missing. Because there are too many black mines in the DRC, it's impossible to know whether they were caught to open a black mine and dig diamonds, although the possibility is a little small.

Now the body has been found.

This is absolutely related to Chai Ren.

The key of the second plan is to send Chai Ren to the sub Bureau.

In this way, even if MOI wants to find it, it will be hours after he finds it. At that time, he may have been able to do it, but the plan is still being destroyed. Now those African policemen are lying in the hospital, and their lives are basically wasted.

It has nothing to do with Chai Ren. I don't believe that pork killed him.

Now pork is not afraid of Chai Ren.

He's afraid of people who help pork now.

The person who can plan rescue and traffic accident in a very short time is not a small role.

Moreover, they are ruthless. It's unknown whether these African policemen are alive or not, if not for fear of influence. This is a group of people whose intelligence and strength are beyond his imagination. Even the organization that he often buys intelligence can't give a specific description.

Chai Ren didn't play with him last time.

I dare not come this time.

But.

Those who can't help Chai Ren will not fight.

For this reason, he also specially invited more than 20 black water bodyguards to guard and lurk around the villa.

To strengthen the security forces in case of any accident, pork also regretted it, especially when he saw the photos that made him sick. The cruelty of these people made him a little scared.

He is not afraid of any blatant means.

But I'm afraid that others will behave like him.

This should be the most frightening thing for all of them. Most of the time, they are doing things outside the law, even manipulating the law to achieve their own goals. The greatest fear is the desperado, because the desperado is not afraid of the law.

"Boom..."

After a flash of lightning, it's a thunderclap.

Bock's heart beat accelerated a few minutes, and then recovered quickly.

The news is about a murder in New York City. A rich man was found dead at home. All the money in the safe was taken away. New York police initially suspected that his little lover was colluding with the ruffian.

To commit a crime in partnership.

Similar things happen every day in the United States, and pork is not surprised, just a little afraid of his own day.

There are many roads at night.

It's hard to avoid a puppet who doesn't think God will protect him.

"You say, should I stop?" Burke murmured.

This is for the steward behind him.

The housekeeper is his most trusted person. He helps him with his internal and external affairs, and also participates in many illegal things. After all, they are in the mineral business, so how can they survive without any means.

They do too much for the bright and the dark, the dead and the wounded.

Only when he is used to it, can he start to plan for Chai Ren for the first time.

Just want to spend some money to watch a play, you know, he didn't hire a killer, just sent someone to give Muriel some information about Chai Ren, the whole calculation, he spent less than half a million dollars.

He thought it was worth half a million dollars to see a play.

It's just that things are a little different. The play is not seen.

"Boom..." Another flash of lightning passed.

Stop for a minute.

Pork didn't wait for the housekeeper's answer. He was a little confused. The housekeeper's reply was always quick.

Turn around.

When you can see the people standing next to you.

Like a cat trodden on its tail, pork's face suddenly changed, and he stood up with a scratch. He looked at the stranger in front of him with a dignified face. After a sweep, his housekeeper was lying on a chair not far away.

Close your eyes, life and death are uncertain.

And there is not only one person in front of him, but three, all wearing sunglasses, looking at him quietly.

A chill surged from the foot to the head.

Looking at the three strangers in front of him, pork was numb.

These people can come in quietly, bypassing all the monitors and bodyguards, and come here. Obviously, they are not good at coming here. They have not started now. They don't know whether they are waiting for others or not.

Because I was so scared just now.

Pork forgot to take the gun under the coffee table.

A glimmer of light.

Pork wanted to sit down and get a gun, but he felt that these people were not afraid of him.

"Who are you? What are you doing here? " Pork forced himself to calm down.

"Mr. pork, there are five minutes left. Just a moment, please." The big man in black beside him said lightly.

Five minutes?

Who are you waiting for?

"Who's coming?" pork asked again

"Four and a half." The man replied again.

At present, this man's words make pork hope. It seems that someone is coming to talk with him. I just hope it's not the enemy. There's room for discussion. He's good at negotiation.

"How is my housekeeper?" "He's OK. Don't worry. He just passed out." Said the man in black.

Hear that.

Pork felt that these people were like friends but not enemies, or they would not be so polite. He was relieved. If he came to kill him, he would not have so much nonsense. Thinking of this, pork sat down again.

Take the glass.

I took a sip of fruit wine.

The faint fragrance lingered on the tip of his tongue, which made him have endless aftertaste.

"Would you like to sit down and have a drink?" Bock smiled and invited the people in front of him to drink, because he thought it could relieve the tense nerves. Now the atmosphere is too awkward.

The man shook his head.

Pork turns to watch TV. The most important thing in the negotiation is the mentality. He also had the experience of being held to the head with a gun. At that time, he was very calm because he had what other people needed.

He looked at his watch.

Two minutes to go.

One and a half.

One minute.

Half a minute.

At this time, pork suddenly felt that his heart beat faster and faster, as if his heart was about to pop out. He knew that it was his own heart attack, but he had just taken medicine for a short time.

No way!

The disease is too severe.

"Bang..." Pork stumbled to the ground. His heart beat so fast that he couldn't speak. He wanted to get the medicine, but before he had climbed two steps, he had no consciousness.

Until the last minute.

He understood the meaning of these five minutes.

That's the countdown to his death.