Boston is shrouded in fog in the early morning, and the villas set against the backdrop of Mount Wochusit are like a fairyland.

An official car with ZF license plates slowly drove up the mountain road, with three men and one woman sitting in the car, dressed in civilian clothes, but with FBI documents pinned to their chests, which was also their pass for smooth travel.

"This is it." The woman sitting in the passenger seat pointed to a villa and said, "Nicholas's home." ”

"He's really rich."

A man on the back said a little sourly, but also with a little envy, "I'm afraid it will cost tens of millions of dollars." ”

Edie, who served as the leader of the group. Barham looked at the subordinate who was talking through the rearview mirror and joked, "If you don't do the FBI and become a star, I think you will soon meet the rich woman you like, and there are rich people living in this area, and there are many widows." ”|

These words caused everyone to be happy, and the originally tense atmosphere was also empty.

"Once inside, don't say anything, and don't get into a conflict with anyone." Edie. Barham said that after pulling the handbrake and unbuckling the seat belt, he pushed the door and got out of the car, sniffing the air greedily, fresh and intoxicating, putting his left hand in his pocket and ringing the doorbell with his right hand.

After a while, a hole in the iron door was opened, revealing eyes.

"Gentlemen, who are you looking for?"

"I'm FBI Edie. Balham, I have something I would like to ask Mr. Nicholas about the details of the villa bombing. ”

The inquiring bodyguard glanced at the four of them a few times, "Please wait a minute." As he spoke, he picked up the internal phone hanging on the wall and reported it in, and only after receiving instructions from inside did he welcome them in.

I thought it was grand enough from the outside, but when I walked in, I realized that it was just the tip of the iceberg.

It's still a bit of a distance from the gate, so you have to use a shuttle bus to get in, and the potted plants and vegetation along the road look like they're worth a lot...

Money can be really constrained sometimes.

Edie. Barham obviously felt that the emotions of the guys were gradually suppressed, but he didn't want to say anything, being an FBI one-year salary may not be as good as a pet, people in this world are never the same, the so-called human rights in the capitalist society are just protective measures used by those capitalists to protect leeks, showing that this is a joke.

The shuttle bus, which was only thirty or forty yards per hour, drove for about four or five minutes before it reached its destination, and at the door a man in a suit could be seen standing, and when he saw them, he smiled politely, "Please come with me, Mr. Nicholas is waiting for you inside." ”

This is, of course, a little angel, who is pulled out to act as a "housekeeper".

Tang Dao thought about finding a "British-style" housekeeper, or housekeeping manager, who could provide employers with various services from etiquette to housekeeping, and unlike ordinary housekeepers, they were loyal and full of gentlemanly etiquette, with a minimum annual salary of 250,000 pounds and a maximum of 1.2 million pounds!

But most importantly, this type of butler is not easy to find.

can only let the little angel make a cameo.

…

Edie. Barham finally met Nicholas.

The tycoon who reverberated in Washington's high society, of course, was also full of materials in the FBI archives.

He knows what the other party started with, and he has a deep relationship with the military, business may be illegal, but you have to see who you do it with, and the person who makes the rules accepts you, then you are the protected class.

"Hello, Mr. Nicholas, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Tang Dao smiled brightly at the corner of his mouth and shook hands with the other party, "I'm glad to meet you too, Edie. Mr. Barham, may you be seated, what do you need to drink? Coffee or juice? Or you can try the tea. ”

He has such a warm attitude towards everyone.

"Just coffee, thank you." Edie. Barham said, glancing at the couch behind him, sat down, and put his hands on his lap, "We came here to learn more about the bombing, and the fact that the only murderer, Ferdinand, has died in prison." ”

"Dead?" Tang Dao's face was full of surprise, frowning and then his face was a little ugly.

This acting...

He already knew that Ferdinand was dead in the first place, but he always had to be a little surprised, and he was acting online every day.

Edie. Barham is also an old intelligence officer with more than ten years of experience, he has learned micro-expressions, and can understand from Tang Dao's pulling skin and eyes, the other party really seems to be surprised, he snorted his chin at his female colleague, and motioned for her to start recording.

"I want to know, who else was with you that day?"

"I'm having breakfast with Mr. Charley, as you should have in your first hand." Tang Dao said.

"That's someone who did something to Mr. Charley's car, but why didn't it detonate in the first place, sorry, I'm just suspicious." Edie. Barham looked up and asked.

Tang Dao took a sip of the green tea in front of him, and the enthusiasm in his tone was obviously reduced, "Sir, this should be your responsibility, I am not God, if I knew who the murderer was, he should have knelt on the ground to apologize to me by now." ”

In other words, you're useless.

This kind of explosion is rare even in the local area where guns are rampant, and there is no sign at all so far, even if Tang Dao flips the table now, the other party can only endure it.

Edie. Barham said vaguely, "The case is being processed. ”

"Rio Ferdinand's death is a good breakthrough, isn't it? Who would go to jail to kill him? In addition to extinguishing his mouth, because he knows too much, those behind the scenes are afraid that he will be confessed, it's as simple as that. "Tang Dao is still teaching them how to solve the case.

"We understand all of this, trust us, I have one last question."

Tang Dao's body leaned back slightly, "Please speak." ”

"Our files show that you are engaged in the international transportation of goods, is it possible that your enemies have taken revenge on you?" Edie. Barham said this very tactfully, because he only saw the file that was placed in the headquarters, and no one else had the right to know about it.

International shipment of goods?

That's a good name.

Foe?

Tang Dao has a lot of enemies, and those retail investors in Africa who sell some money to eat also hate him, and large-scale enterprises are even strangled by him and his allies in the markets of North Africa and South Africa, cutting off people's financial routes like killing parents!

But his instinct was that the attack on the Umbrella Company employees in Africa was intrinsically linked to the attack on himself!

Even a person, he doesn't know where the evidence comes from, he just feels it.

The other party may also be an organization that wants to snipe at itself.

The only one with the clue is still dead...

There is something strange about this matter.

Edie. Barham stared at Tang Dao, seeing that he was like that, and he couldn't ask any useful value, regret in his heart, and stood up, "I'm done with my question, I'm glad for your cooperation, Mr. Nicholas." ”

"This is what I should." Tang Dao said casually, and then seemed to think of something, "Edie. Mr. Barham, I would like you to help me bring a message to all of your colleagues at the FBI. The latter looked at him in confusion, and listened to Tang Dao say, "I offer a reward of 2 million US dollars, as long as anyone can find the murderer of Ferdinand, anyone can come to me to receive the reward, anyone!" ”

In the last four words, he particularly emphasized.

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