43. Who wants to kill me?

Mornings in the town are hectic and chaotic, with countless cars and tricycles crowded on the roads in disrepair, deafening horns, and a sprinkler playing the classic song "One Step Away", but the tattered speakers have shattered the freshness of the violin.

The crowded streets, the hawkers shouting for all kinds of products, the people who need to support their families bury their heads to their work, the children huddle in the crowded school buses, and the eyes of the hurried pedestrians on the streets are full of confusion.

Mr. Wilson, the lawyer, woke up early as usual, and he had to follow his decades-old rule: go to work on time and before all the employees.

Although he is only one of the many lawyers in this small town, his many insistences have made him stand out in the legal profession, and his business is so much that he turns like a spinning top every day.

He got out of the car at the gate of his office building, and the doorman, still dressed in a 19th-century dress, respectfully pulled the door open for him, and Mr. Wilson nodded triumphantly at them, and strode into the huge glass door, where a beautiful lady sat at the front desk of the hall, and when she saw Mr. Wilson enter, she quickly stood up and nodded.

The 19th-century Victorian style building is still shining in the weather, and is the city's most iconic building, with a palatial lobby decorated with lavish crystal chandeliers, marble floors, an ancient elevator that has been carefully maintained to drive safely, and oak doors that are steeped in history.

He walked to the elevator hall with a pace of comparable size, the only two elevators would be relatively slow at this time, and there were still a few people waiting for the elevator.

The elevator manager on the side greeted him respectfully, and Mr. Wilson nodded his head slightly, wondering if he should have a special elevator for his office on the first floor, after all, it didn't feel good to be crowded in one elevator with everyone. He thought as he straightened his tie to the oaks polished as bright as a mirror.

Behind him, there stood a medium-sized man, wearing a gray jacket, the leather shoes under the slacks looked a little dirty, the man's facial features were very ordinary, his complexion was dark, he belonged to one of the thousands of people who were rushing to make a living on the streets, his face was a little pale and slightly sickly, his short gray hair and numb and empty eyes interpreted his life, and he was destined to be so busy in this muddle for the rest of his life.

Mr. Wilson just glanced at him hurriedly, and then ignored the past, and for a moment he felt in his heart that this person was small and kind, but he probably had seen it when he was at work one day, and Mr. Wilson didn't pay attention to this kind of thing at all.

As the elevator came, the people waiting for the elevator swarmed in, and Mr. Wilson stood by pressing the button on the 18th floor, carefully standing in a corner so as not to be crumpled by the crowd in his crisp suit. Behind him, the man in gray also walked into the elevator with his head down, someone should be on the same floor as him, he just looked at the elevator buttons, and then stood quietly in a corner.

In the tooth-aching 'squeak', the elevator sent one job after another to his location, and Wilson was surprised to find that the man in gray never got off the elevator, but still stared blankly at the ground, immersed in his own world, until the 18th floor, Mr. Wilson couldn't help but remind kindly.

"Sir, you should have taken the wrong elevator, this is already the highest floor."

The elevator door opened, and Mr. Wilson opened the iron gate and walked out of the aisle, turning around and bowing his haughty head, whispering to the man in front of him, who was a little shorter than him.

The man in gray raised his head, blinked his confused eyes, and suddenly smiled.

"I'm here too, Mr. Wilson." He followed Wilson out of the elevator, and behind him, the oak doors slowly closed, the hinges rattled again, and the elevator gradually descended.

"You are? Need to find a lawyer? ”

Wilson narrowed his eyes and looked at the young man in front of him, a hand crept into his bag.

Inside his bag, there was a Beretta BU9 Nano pistol. It was given to him by the big boss as a self-defense weapon for concealment, and it had no external sleeve lock or empty hook release lever, and no external manual safe. The absence of these prominent controls reduces the likelihood of the weapon becoming tangled in the thread of the garment in certain situations or situations where a quick and clean pistol is required. He tried it countless times, and he felt that the action of drawing the gun was neat and clean.

The little man in front of him, although he seems to be no threat to himself, but in a country like this, crises are everywhere, and it is always too careful to be careful.

The man in gray suddenly straightened up, his momentum becoming a little aggressive, "Is this your weapon?" Mr. Wilson? Wilson had a pistol in his hand, and Wilson's face changed suddenly, and the hand that had reached into his bag suddenly became stiff, for he found that his bag was open, and the pistol that had been placed with the documents and the like was gone, and was now in the hand of the man in gray opposite.

"What do you need?" Wilson's face turned pale, and he remembered that he didn't have much cash with him today, and he didn't know if he could satisfy the man in front of him who suddenly became full of danger, "I don't have much cash."

"Just to talk to you, Fernández. Wilson, Wilson Barrister. The man in gray waved the pistol in his hand, "You are really a noble person, is it possible that my makeup skills have reached the point of being superb?" We've met twice, Mr. Wilson, open the door, and we'll have a good talk while there's no one in your office right now. ”

"Who are you? Have we seen it? Wilson took a deep breath, trying to keep his voice as calm as he could, and he pulled the key out of his pocket and opened the door to the lawyer's office.

Damn it.

He suddenly remembered.

That kind of look, when we met for the first time, that kind of suddenly cold and calm look made me vigilant, why did I forget about it? I should have remembered in the elevator room that this damn guy dared to show up here.

He casually put down his key and looked sideways at the man walking beside him, "Mr. Mo, you are so bold, don't you know that you are wanted everywhere now?" Did you come here to ask me to accompany you to turn yourself in? That's a good idea, I'll go with you, I'll deal with you when you turn yourself in, and I'll help you in front of the judge, what do you think? ”

"Recognize me?"

Mo Lei sneered and touched his face with his left hand, "Mr. Wilson is really clever, but you should also have heard about my methods of doing things, so don't take any chances, just answer my questions well, otherwise, I don't mind killing another lawyer, especially a rogue lawyer who knows how to take advantage of legal loopholes." ”

After speaking, Mo Lei pointed to Wilson's office next door, "Who will sit in Bernikin's room?" He pointed to the clock on the wall, and the minute hand jumped to 7:30, "You still have an hour to answer my question, okay?" I ask, you answer, don't hesitate, don't think, I don't want to punish you, because that will haunt you with nightmares for the rest of your days. ”

"Your intimidation of a lawyer can get you in huge trouble." Wilson opened the door to his office, walked in and sat down on the sofa, looking up at Mo Lei, only his flickering eyes betrayed the fear in his heart.

"So, Mr. Mo Lei, what do you want to know? I allow myself to answer your questions within the boundaries of professional ethics. ”

"The first question is, who wants my life?"

Mo Lei didn't care about Wilson's self-feeling, he also walked to the opposite side of the sofa, and aimed the muzzle of the gun in his hand at Wilson.