Chapter 297: Disappearing

It takes a little time to get back to jet lag, and even though it's daytime, you need to close the curtain and force yourself to sleep.

Baihu frowned and looked at Xuanwu who was holding his mobile phone on the bed and watching a movie.

"I really can't sleep, let me go out for a walk?" I haven't been forced to sleep for years. This is the treatment that only kindergarten children will experience.

Xuanwu changed his posture and continued to watch the movie unmoved: "Less nonsense." Qinglong said that it was forbidden to act alone. ā€

The white tiger glared at Xuanwu speechlessly: "When did Lao Tzu say that he acted alone!" I just can't sleep. ā€

Xuanwu raised his eyes from the phone screen and looked at the white tiger: "Do you want me to help you?" ā€

The white tiger was silent, turned around and went into the bathroom. Just kidding, let Xuanwu help him sleep, this kid will definitely knock him out without saying a word.

When will we be able to act? It's just a matter of killing someone, where is it so difficult. I used to be a killer and I was much freer than I am now. If you don't want to wash your hands and live a peaceful life, where do you need to tie your hands and feet like this?

In another room, Suzaku is holding a coffee and looking at Jason Smith's profile on the computer screen.

"If the stock market legend is like this, I don't know how messy the financial world will be." I don't care what it will become, but I'm still a little curious.

Qinglong stood shirtless in the bathroom and shaved in the mirror, not caring about the problem at all: "No matter how big the mess is, strangulation in the cradle is a must." ā€

People, food and content**~ desire. Greed knows no bounds. In the beginning, it was just to have a place to live and eat. Gradually, with the stability of life, I began to yearn for a higher sky.

The more money you have, the more moths you have. I actually want to use *real yĆ n to achieve my idea of eternal life. I really think I am Qin Shi Huang.

Suzaku looked back at the bathroom: "Did the old man say that he must die?" ā€

Killing people is not cutting down trees, and even if they do, they may not leave no clues at all. Now it's time for the pleasure. If it is involved one day in the future, it will be called trouble.

After all, this is a public figure. If it was a soy sauce maker on the street, it would not be surprising that it disappeared. I don't count how many people go missing every year. But Jason Smith is different, too many eyes are on him. Once there is a little wind and grass, it will affect the life and death of tens of millions of people.

Qinglong put down the razor and poked his head out: "Can't you do it?" ā€

Suzaku looked at him and pursed his lips and smiled: "If I say I can't do it." Will you despise me? ā€

After all, it has been whitewashed for so many years. Leaning into the darkness again, it was like jumping into a quagmire, suffocating.

Qinglong looked at Suzaku's contemplative side face, and his eyes darkened. Honestly, though, he came with the three of them with confidence. But in fact, he is more worried about Suzaku than the white tiger, who has few brains.

Suzaku's feelings are more delicate than theirs. When I didn't dry my hands, it took a long time to settle down. If you really do it this time. Maybe it will be the same again. Stuck in the mud and unable to extricate himself. This is not an exaggeration at all.

Suzaku's delicacy lies in the fact that he does not care whether human life is fragile or not, but tends to try to take human life by various means. It's an exaggeration to say that he's perverted, he doesn't like torturing people. But the endless tricks that kill people can't be said to be a normal person.

"All in all, you can't leave my sight. If I let me know that you are addicted to it, Lao Tzu will be you. Qinglong coldly warned Suzaku.

The fingers of the butterfly knife flew for a moment. The blade lost its support and fell on a thick carpet. Suzaku smiled helplessly.

It seems that he was indeed a little too excited. The thought of shaking the foundations of this world makes me feel as if I have opened the door to a new world.

The plan was to find Jason Smith and start directly. But Jason Smith is like evaporating from the world after their accident. No one knows exactly where he went. Obviously, he also knew that he had provoked a lot of people. The rich always have one or two safe houses to hide.

When Alexander learned that the old man was angry and wanted Smith to die, his brain was short-circuited for two or three seconds.

To be honest, foreigners sometimes don't quite understand the subtle and introverted feelings of Chinese people. Ming Ming smiled and said that his grandson needs to be trained. But he turned his face and found a thug to teach the person who bullied his grandson. So grandpa, the temperature difference between you and you is too big, right?

"It's not impossible to find Jason Smith." Alexander lit a cigar and squinted.

"After all, we are former killers with some reputation, and we really can't do the kind of dirty thing that threatens each other's wives and daughters." Qinglong said with a frown.

Alexander smiled and nodded: "Understood." Me too. We can do it another way. ā€

Turning around, Brandon took the phone.

"As long as we create the illusion that Jason Smith is dead. He will definitely come out to refute the rumors. After all, the securities companies and stocks in his hands will continue. "This approach is usually used in more urgent situations. I want to find someone but I can't find it, and I am anxious to find the whereabouts of this person. Then do the opposite. simply spread rumors that this person is dead, and wait for him to come out to refute the rumors.

Qinglong nodded, this matter is left to Alexander to be foolproof, they only need to wait until Jason Smith appears on TV to locate where this person is.

The white tiger took a hot bath, wiped his wet hair, and watched the news of sixteen television stations on the computer screen.

"It's very tightly hidden. It's not easy to find him. ā€

Xuanwu smiled: "Isn't this in a hurry?" If you have enough time, it's not easy to find someone. ā€

The old man said that this thing should be done neatly. It's best to kill with one hit, and the longer it drags on, the longer you will surely have more nights.

Xuanwu turned his face to the side and looked at the computer in front of the white tiger: "You say, is it possible that even if this person sacrifices these things, he won't come out?" ā€

Anyway, he has enough money to live the rest of his life in peace. Moreover, he was already studying the subject of such a high god as rebirth in the other world, and money was something outside his body, and it might not be worth his life to maintain it at all.

The white tiger's hand wiping his hair stopped, and he turned to look at Xuanwu with an embarrassed face: "Brother, do you know when your crow's mouth is the most spiritual?" ā€

Xuanwu was stunned for a moment, his eyes drifting away.

The white tiger almost burst into tears. Hurriedly ran to the next door to discuss this matter with Qinglong and Suzaku.

Suzaku blinked, lowered his head and laughed: "Xuanwu said? That's the way it is. ā€

It is said that when an entrepreneur is exposed to the news of death when he needs to maintain the company, he must come out to refute the rumors as soon as possible. But the death reports have been out for almost half a day, but there has been no movement at all.

The white tiger gritted his teeth: "Good spirits are not bad spirits." Xuanwu's mouth can't be said casually, as soon as he says it, he is accurate. ā€

How many times have this been experienced. Every time Xuanwu inadvertently said a word, things really went according to what he said. And it's definitely a good spirit, not a bad spirit. It couldn't be more annoying.

Suzaku smiled and played with the butterfly knife, looking at Xuanwu who was standing at the door speechless.

"Brother Long, can you get Suzaku to put the knife away? I watched shivers. "It affected his Suzaku Lord's big plan to see blood, and dying a hundred times may not be enough.

Qinglong frowned and glared at Suzaku: "You still have kung fu to play, hurry up and implement plan B." ā€

After saying that, he glared at Xuanwu again: "Go out and slap your mouth fifty times." ā€

Xuanwu burst into tears, and they didn't mean it.

Suzaku sighed, turned on the computer, and woke up Qinglin, who was sleeping soundly.

Qinglin gasped heavily, looked at the smiling Suzaku on the computer screen, and roared, "Suzaku, you're crazy!" Do you have an electric shocker to wake people up?! ā€

Hell, when the hell did he link the electric shocker to his bed. The big wooden bed was just an iron pipe. When I slept with Masaka, I was directly paced by the heart. Who can stand this?

Qinglin held his little liver, and for a moment he thought he was electrocuted.

"Don't be poor, I'm looking for you for something." Suzaku had a smile on his face, but there was a chill in his eyes.

Qinglin immediately got up. He had a hunch that if he didn't obey, he would be electrocuted again. Hurry up and serve this great god, and in a moment get up to find where the electric shocker is and disarm the alarm.

"I want all of Jason Smith's driving history, credit card usage records. All the heavenly eyes in the United States can shine on his image, I want it. "You can only find it in the stupidest way, unless he hides underground, it will definitely leave a trace.

Qinglin was silent and went to kill people in high spirits. But I couldn't find anyone. If it weren't for the fact that he didn't know what method Suzaku would use to toss him, he really wanted to laugh three times. And still have to point to the nose of the green dragon.

"I'll send it to you in fifteen minutes." Qinglin said to Suzaku with a well-behaved smile. Hurry up and bow your head and go to work.

Suzaku turned off the video and turned his head to look at Qinglong: "What?" I can't bully your brother? ā€

Qinglong stood behind Suzaku with a blue face, obviously knowing how Suzaku had woken up his brother.

"Can't you be gentle with your own people?" I really don't understand where Suzaku's bottom line is stuck. Whether it is against enemies or friends, it is absolutely the same. The people who can survive by his side are not ordinary people.

Suzaku cupped his cheeks and smiled: "I'm very good to my grandfather, master, and young master." ā€

Qinglong's eyes drifted away, just a few people. There are really just a few people. I really don't understand what kind of personality charm the old man used to conquer this snake spirit disease.

Suzaku turned his face with a smile, and there was already the information from Qinglin lying in the mailbox. The next time is the time to test your eyesight.

Taking a deep breath, the smile on the corner of Suzaku's mouth became more and more gloomy. (To be continued)

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