As soon as Bart heard this, he couldn't wait to reach for the vodka glass, quickly poured himself a full glass, and then drank it all with his head up.

After drinking all the wine, before the wine was completely gone, he poured himself a second glass.

After drinking the second cup, it seemed that it was very unpleasant, he simply, hugged the bottle, pointed to the mouth of the bottle, raised his head, coo, coo, and just like that, he poured it directly.

It's vodka, high-strength, hard liquor.

I squinted and stared at Bart in disbelief.

Didn't you say a small bite? What, in the blink of an eye, it became a bottle again?

That's not all, he's already in action, going to open the lid of the second bottle.

I didn't stop him, but let him open it.

The second bottle of wine, Barthes's way of drinking, was changed, no longer blowing on the bottle, but pouring it into a small cup, greedily, taking small sips, small sips.

I smiled and stared.

I said, "Mr. Bart, you seem to have a good eye for wine, and I believe that Mr. Chawson is very fond of it." ”

Batt was slightly drunk.

Jossen...... He's a fool! ”

I laughed: "Sir, I can't say that, I think Mr. Jossen is a gentle gentleman, polite, and kind by nature, and ......."

I deliberately used a bunch of compliments to accentuate Mr. Jossen's greatness, because it seemed to me that an addict like Barthes, a pure villain, would never say good things about others behind his back.

Little people, there is one thing in common.

It's just liking and talking about others behind your back. What are the things that don't exist, the villains can make up out of thin air, and what about some things? The villains, naturally, will not let go of this opportunity to sell others well.

So, Bart interrupted me.

"You Chinese! The brain is really in water, Jossen, will he be a good person? Hum! He is in business, and he participates in any bullshit religion, I won't mention it. He ......"

At this point, Bart seemed to realize what he was talking about. So, stop talking.

I didn't ask, but poured him a glass of wine.

Two or three more glasses of wine to drink.

Perhaps, Bart hadn't drunk such comfortable vodka in a long time.

He was excited.

And then......

"Listen, you Chinese, do you know how Qiao Sen made his fortune?"

I spread my hands: "Of course you know, businessman, serious real estate businessman." ”

Bart twisted his head from side to side, looked around, and saw that there was no one nearby. He lowered his voice and said to me, "! This Qiao Sen, he made his fortune by illegal arms trafficking and robbery. ”

I was stunned: "Selling arms, robbery? This, that's unlikely. ”

Bart smiled, and he squeezed an idiot-like smile on his face and said, "Jossen's ancestors were very rich, but the last legacy was just this manor. Jossen is engaged in a real illegal profiteering business. ”

I was surprised: "No way, the US government, and it's not stupid." ”

Bart: "Fuck the U.S. government!" Sooner or later, I'll have to blow up the Pentagon! Damn it! Tell you, boy, listen up. Jossen, not selling guns in the United States, he is selling them in Iraq! Because, at that time, he was an officer, he collected a lot of weapons, and then sold them to Africans, local opposition forces, and the Afghan Taliban, haha, you can't think of it! ”

Your sister.

This Qiao Sen is really tough.

Collect the enemy's weapon, then trade with the enemy and resell the weapon to the other party.

I rubbed it!

It's a lucrative deal.

Bart smugly: "Damn, Josson, he's done more than that. He also confiscated a number of local property, mostly gold and jewelry. Later, he let people denounce him, and his superiors set up an investigation team, but in the end, because there was no evidence, he could only be discharged from the army early and leave. ”

I heard it say, "Look at it this way, Mr. Jossen, it is very strong. It's better for us to respect him more. ”

Bart: "Tough poop! Hum! He is strong in front of others, but he can't be strong in front of me. ”

I laughed, "Bart, you've probably drunk too much, don't talk crazy." ”

Bart tilted his head and drained a small glass of wine.

Then he said to me, "I'm telling you, I'm not bragging, I didn't drink too much." The U.S. military didn't find anything, but there was a fucking reporter from Reuters, who captured video evidence, an audio recording, and a document signed by Jossen himself. Ha ha...... It's a pity that that kid was unlucky, so Qiao Sen found out, so he sent us to kill him! ”

Bart, reaching out and wiping his neck, made a wiping motion.

Then he smiled and said, "Jossen asked me to take the evidence, I got it, but ......"

He put a wicked smile on his face: "I lied to Jossen. ”

"Hehehe......"

This guy seems to be amused by his own actions, and he keeps covering his mouth and laughing.

After laughing, Bart said: "My request is very simple, the first one to return to China, I asked Qiao Sen to help me fight the lawsuit." I got the money. Later, I asked Jossen to give me a job. I'm not greedy, unlike some people who ask for this, ask for that. So, Jossen was afraid of me. He's really scared of me! ”

I poured Bart another small glass of wine.

"Bart, you hold the handle of Jossen, you are not afraid of him......"

Bart smiled: "Of course I'm not afraid, I've hidden things in another place." And, as I said, if you dare to touch me, my people, send them to the US military immediately. ”

I laughed and said, "Mr. Bart, you're really smart." ”

Bart grinned, triumphant, and threw his head back to drink.

I drank with Bart, but I was analyzing his personality in my heart.

Bart is the standard pure villain plus drunkard.

Villains, what is the psychology, that is, they never believe in people. In the same way, people will not believe him.

Villains and drunkards have no friends, no brothers! Possibly, there is not even a wife, and some are just husbands and daughters who are interested in the money in his pocket.

Based on this psychology, this guy Bart must have hidden this important thing by his side, or a secret place he knew.

Where could that be?

By this time, Bart had already drunk more and more.

After a while, the second bottle of vodka had already bottomed out.

Two bottles of wine!

This guy is in short supply the day after tomorrow.

In the blink of an eye, he was as drunk as mud.

I smiled and stepped forward to help him up.

"Well, you...... You're a good Chinese, I'm ...... I love dealing with people like you, I like it......... Enjoy...... Happy. ”

In the end, I like two words, Bart is already drunk and unconscious.

I stepped forward quietly and shook it: "Mr. Bart, Mr. Bart......"

There was no response.

I decisively, bent over, and erected this scrawny guy.

Take it slowly, step by step.

The main building, not Bart's place, and Bart and the security personnel of this manor lived in a small building twenty meters away from our building. 、

I ran to the small building.

On the way, they met a few security guards, but when they saw Bart's appearance, they just shook their heads, expressing deep helplessness, and no one asked anything more.

All the way is smooth.

Go into the building.

There happened to be a guy who came out with a bottle of beer.

I asked, "Hi sir, which room does Mr. Bart live in?" ”

The other party glanced at me and said, "Second floor, third room to the east." ”

I said thank you.

Picked up Bart, went up to the second floor, found the room, and then pulled it, and the door was locked.

I looked left and right, and there was no one around, so I searched for Bart, and I found a bunch of keys.

Took out the key and opened the door.

Enter the house.

The room was incredibly messy.

I glanced at it, closed the door with my backhand, found the bed, and threw it aside for Bart. Then, I began to wonder where Bart had put all the evidence related to Jossen.

Where do you put it?

Yes, it is impossible to be in the room, it must be on his body, he twenty-four hours a day, carrying.

With that in mind, I began to rummage back and forth on Bart.

In the pocket, some worn-out banknotes.

On the waist, there is a gun.

Flip through it again and find a wallet with a credit card from XXX Bank in New York.

Credit card, useless.

I thought about it again, and at this point, Bart might be feeling the heat and was reaching for his shirt in a haphazard manner.

I helped him take off his shirt.

This goods, in the blink of an eye, is naked.

At the belly, four long intertwined scars were exposed, which was probably a memorial given to him by shrapnel.

I looked at the shirtless skinny guy and hesitated to take his pants off.

Suddenly, I saw the thing, and stretched my arms upwards and straightened them out.

When a person is lying on his back, the arm is straightened, and the inside of the upper arm is exposed. And on the skin on the inside of this guy's upper arm, there is actually a long list of numbers.

I took out my phone and snapped the numbers.

What is this number, is it the password of the bank safe?

If it's a password! That needs to be cooperated with the fingerprint to open. As for fingerprints......

I thought about it, took out my phone, turned to the macro shooting mode, aimed at the palm of the section, and began to shoot part by part. When I was done, I took a few more overall shots.

I can't do this, but I think Rachel must have a way to handle it.

Both palms were patted together.

And the most crucial key.

I took out this guy's key case and opened it, and sure enough, there was a key with a chip and the XXX Bank logo printed on it.

This thing, it usually seems that the bank will send two handfuls in case the customer accidentally loses it. He only had one in his bag. What about the other handful?

The room is very messy, and the walls are pasted with a lot of seductive photos of playboy cover girls.

My heart moved, and I reached out on the photo poster and touched it......

Sure enough, on the back of a poster, I touched something in the shape of a key.

When I took it out, it was the bank key.

There are a few of them.

I found something, put away my phone, silently, and exited the room.

Leave the building.

Back in the building where I lived, I knocked on Rachel's door.

Rachel put on a very formal pajama and opened the door.

I dodged in.

Rachel: "Sir, is there something wrong with this late hour?" ‘

I laughed and asked Rachel, "If a person puts something in a bank safe, and the safe is fingerprinted, and I get the key, get the password, and take a picture of the person's fingerprints, can you find someone to open the safe?" ”

Rachel was stunned: "Yes! ”

I said, "Who?" ”

Rachel: "Celtic, his family has a factory that specializes in the production of professional bank or private safes. ”

Me: "Contact Celtic right away, and if possible, I'll get my stuff tonight." ”