At 10:30 p.m. on December 28, Clark Benson escaped the police with his jewelry and silver crates, and finally arrived at Cliffor's stolen goods den.

Knock! Knock!

Clark Benson knocked softly on Cliffor's door.

"Who is it?" Cliffor asked, observing the outside through the doorway.

"It's me, Clark Benson!" replied in Clark Benson's hoarse voice.

Immediately, Cliffor opened the door, poked his head out, looked around, and asked, "No one is following, right?"

"Don't worry, no one can follow me!" said Benson, with a look of confidence on his face.

"Come in!" Cliffor pulled the door open.

Clark Benson cautiously walked into the room.

"Cliffor, this is the jewelry I snatched, look at it, how much can I get it!" Clark Benson tossed a cloth bag on the table.

Cliffor opened the bag, examined it, and then said to Clark Benson, "$400,000!"

"No, Cliffor, you're going to give me at least $450,000!" Clark Benson whispered.

"Okay, 450,000 is 450,000!" Cliffor tied up the bag full of rotating jewelry and placed it inside the counter. He then gave Clark Benson a check for $450,000.

Clark Benson took the check and patted the box, "What about this box? Didn't you say it was worth $1 million?"

"Yes, that's right. Cliffor nodded, "But the buyer has to inspect the contents in person before he can complete the deal with us!" he asked us to meet at an abandoned factory outside the city......

"Meet at the Abandoned Factory?" said Clark Benson frowned. "Isn't there going to be any problem?"

"Don't worry, there should be no problem. The other party is a rich man, and $1 million is nothing. Cliffor smiled at Clark Benson, "I'll go with you tomorrow, you know, I'm going to take a commission, so I'll be on your side!"

Clark Benson was still frowning, but he couldn't resist the temptation of $1 million.

"Alright, let's go together tomorrow. A hideous smile flashed on Clark Benson's face, "Hehe, if he dares to lie to us, I want him to look good!"

……

At 9 a.m. the next morning, Clark Benson and Cliffor went to an abandoned factory outside the city.

As soon as he got out of the car, Clark Benson maintained a high level of vigilance, "Liver, we've arrived at the abandoned factory, what about them?"

"It should be inside the factory. Let's go in and see. Cliffor said.

The factory is not large, only three or four thousand square meters, and the factories are all dilapidated, and many places have collapsed. The iron door is rusty. When the door is opened, there is a "quack" screeching sound.

Clark Benson drew his gun and looked around. A cautious face.

Cliver slowed him down a little and walked behind him.

"Anyone?" called out Clark Benson. No one answered.

"Clark, it looks like someone!" Cliffor gestured to his right.

Clark Benson stared intently. Sure enough, there was a swivel chair not far away, and there was a person sitting on it, but the person was facing away from him.

"You're the one who just bought the box?!" Clark Benson shouted over there, but no one stood still or answered.

Clark Benson pointed his gun at the man, and walked over slowly, startled as he turned the swivel chair around. This is a person, it is clearly a plastic model.

Just as Clark Benson lost his mind, a cold voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Hehe, Clark, don't worry, there won't be anyone else here!"

Cliffor!

Clark Benson's face changed in vain, and he suddenly realized that danger was coming. However, before he could react, Cliffor shot him.

Bang!!!

Clark Benson was shot in the abdomen and immediately fell to the ground, and Cliffor sneered and walked towards him. Clark Benson's face was pale and hideous, and sweat the size of a bean was pouring from his head. He glared at Cliffor and tried to raise his gun to shoot back, but the agile Cliffor stepped on his wrist and snatched the pistol away.

Clark Benson let out an "ah" and looked at Cleaver, full of doubt, "Cleaver, why!

"Hehe, why?" Cleaver sneered, and then roared nervously loudly, "Because you killed my brother!!! I want to avenge him!!"

"Cleaver, when am I going to kill your brother?" asked Clark Benson, looking at Cleaver, he didn't want to die.

"Hmph...... That stupid thief you killed was my brother!" Cleaver said angrily, "His name is Matthew Cleaver, and you killed him on Christmas night, and you robbed him of his box!!!

Bang!!!!

Cliffor fired another shot at Clark Benson in the abdomen.

"When I heard that you killed my brother, my mind went blank. Then only one thought came to mind, and that was to avenge him!" Cliffor's hideous and terrifying face flashed with disdain, "Although you are very cautious, I know that you are even more insatiable! So, I casually made up a lie to lie to you, hehe, do you really think a box is worth a million dollars?"

Cliffor said to himself, "Yes, there are indeed rich people who want to buy the box, but the contents of the box are just an invitation letter from SpaceX." As long as you bring it, you can attend the SpaceX interstellar event. This time, SpaceX released a total of 300 invitations, of which 120 were sent to governments and the remaining 180 were to billionaires. The rich man who wanted to buy the box did not get the invitation because he was not qualified enough. However, he was later humiliated and ridiculed by Franklin at a drinking party, and he held a grudge against him for stealing Franklin's invitation. Eventually, I was contacted and offered to bid $250,000 for him to get the invitation from Franklin, so I sent my brother to Franklin's villa and stole it. ”

Cliffor stared at Clark Benson with a cold gaze like a dead man, "You'll know the rest of the story." He got in your car and you killed him!"

"Clark, you're damned!!!" Cliffor shot Clark Benson in the head.

"No !!," Clark Benson shouted hysterically, but it didn't work, a bullet hit him in the center of the eyebrow, and in a few moments, blood rushed in.

It seems that sooner or later, I will have to pay it back......

In the afternoon of the same day, a TV reporter reported that a serious fire broke out in an abandoned factory outside the city, and all the buildings were burned!

(To be continued.) )