United States.

Suburbs of New York.

Inside Pock's villa.

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

The butler stood by the side, ready for orders, and there were two henchmen on duty in the house, and it was raining heavily outside the window, and the cool air poured in from the window, blowing straight towards Polk.

"Click. . . Stare at.. Click. Step on... ”

Pock's hand kept opening and closing the lighter cover in his hand.

This was a habit he had developed when he was in the service, and whenever he encountered something extremely big, Pock would take out this treasured lighter, because the sound of it would keep his mind calm.

At this point, Polk frowned.

Thinking about Chai Ren in his head.

In both failures, he sent someone to investigate in detail, but the result was a big headache for him.

Their bodies were found yesterday.

As he had guessed, more than a hundred people, wrapped in Murair, were not missing, but all of them were dead, in an uninhabited tribal ruins, if someone had not strayed in while hunting.

Murel's death cannot be confirmed by them yet, and can only be defined as missing, because there are too many black mines in the Congo, and the devil knows if he was caught opening black mines and digging for diamonds, although the possibility is a bit small.

Now the body has been found.

This definitely has something to do with Chai Ren.

And the key to the second plan is to send Chai Ren to the substation.

In this way, even if Moi wants to find it, it will be a few hours later, and it is estimated that he has succeeded by then, but the plan is still sabotage, and now those African policemen are lying in the hospital, and this life is basically useless.

If you want to say that it has nothing to do with Chai Ren, you can't believe it when Boke is killed.

Now Pok is not afraid of Chai Ren.

What he was afraid of now was the people who helped Pock.

The person who can plan rescues and car accidents in a very short time is definitely not a small role.

And ruthless, it is estimated that if it weren't for the influence of scruples, it is unknown whether these African policemen are still alive now, this is a group of people whose intelligence and strength are beyond his imagination, and even the organizations he often buys intelligence cannot give a specific description.

Chai Ren didn't get him last time.

I didn't dare to come this time.

But.

The people who can't help Chai Ren won't make a move.

To this end, he also specially invited more than two dozen bodyguards from Heishui to lurk around the villa.

Strengthen the security force in case there is any accident, at this time Polk also regretted a little, especially when he saw those photos that made him sick, the ruthlessness of this group of people made him a little stunned.

He is not afraid of any above board means.

But I'm afraid that others will be as unruly as he is.

This should be the most feared by all people like them, who are often doing things that are outside the law, and even manipulating the law to achieve their own goals. The most feared are outlaws, because outlaws are not afraid of the law.

"Boom... ”

A bolt of lightning was followed by a muffled thunderbolt.

Pock's heartbeat accelerated a few points from the shock, and then quickly calmed down.

The news is reporting on a murder case in New York City, a wealthy man is found dead in his home, the money in the safe has been taken, and the New York police initially suspect that his little lover is colluding with the ruffian.

Partnership in crime.

Something like this happens every day in the United States, and Pock is not surprised, but he is a little afraid that he will have that day.

Walking too much at night.

It is inevitable to encounter puppets

He really didn't think God would bless people like him.

"You say, it's time for me to stop. Pork muttered.

This is for the butler behind him.

The housekeeper is the person he trusts the most, helping him take care of internal and external affairs, and also participating in many illegal things, after all, they are mining intentions, how can they survive without any means.

Light and dark, dead and wounded, they do too much.

It was also a habit that he began to have his first plan for Chai Ren.

I just wanted to spend some money to watch a show, you know, he didn't hire a killer, he just sent someone to leak some information about Chai Ren to Murel, and in the whole calculation, he spent less than half a million dollars.

500,000 dollars to watch a show, he thinks it's worth it.

It's just that things are a little different, and this scene didn't work.

"Boom... Another flash of lightning struck.

Stopped for a minute.

Polk didn't wait for the butler's answer, he was a little puzzled, and the butler's reply was always quick.

Turn your head.

When you can see the person standing next to you.

Poke's face changed suddenly, and he stood up with a solemn look at the stranger in front of him, and his butler was lying on a chair not far away.

With his eyes closed, life and death are uncertain.

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

A chill welled up from the soles of his feet and up his head.

Looking at the three strangers in front of him, Pock's scalp tingled.

These people were able to come in silently, bypassing all the surveillance and bodyguards and walking here, obviously because the comers were not good, and now they didn't do anything, I don't know if they were waiting for someone, or if they had something else to ask for.

Because I was scared too hard just now.

Polk forgot to take the gun under the coffee table.

A glimpse.

Pork wanted to sit down and get his gun, but he felt that the group was not afraid of him at all.

"Who are you, what are you doing here?" Polk forced himself to calm down.

"Mr. Pock, there are five minutes left, please wait a moment. The black-clothed man next to him said lightly.

Five minutes?

Waiting for whom?

Pork asked again, "Who's coming?"

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

The words of the man in front of him made Poke hopeful, it seems that someone is coming to talk to him about something, I just hope that he is not an enemy, there is room for negotiation, negotiation, he is the best at it.

"How's my butler?" said Pock, intricately.

"He's fine, don't worry, just fainted. The man in black said.

Hear this.

Polk felt that these people seemed to be friends and enemies, otherwise they would not be so polite, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, if he came to kill him, there should not be so much nonsense, thinking of this, Polk sat down again.

Raise your glass.

Took a sip of fruit wine.

The faint fragrance lingers on the tip of the tongue and makes him linger for a long time.

"Do you want to sit down and have a drink or two? Pok smiled and invited the person in front of him to drink, because he felt that it would relieve the tense nerves, and the atmosphere was too awkward.

The man shook his head.

Poke turned around and continued to watch TV, the most important thing in negotiation is mentality, he also had the experience of being held at gunpoint to negotiate at that time, he was very calm at that time, because he had what others needed.

He looked at his watch.

Two minutes to go.

One and a half minutes.

One minute.

Half a minute.

At this time, Pok suddenly felt that his heart was beating a little faster, and it was getting faster and faster, as if his heart was about to pop out, he knew that this was his heart attack, but he had just taken the medicine not long ago.

It shouldn't be!

This time the disease was too intense.

"Bang... Poke stumbled to the ground, his heart beating so fast that he couldn't speak, and he tried to get the medicine, but before he had climbed two steps, his eyes went black and he lost consciousness.

Until the last moment.

He understood the meaning of those five minutes.

It was the countdown to his death.

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