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In the dimly lit room, a thin black man like a monkey lay on a long table, his hands and feet tied, and a white square scarf covering his face, covering his mouth and nostrils.

It's Kenny, the intelligence broker who sold fake passports to Serena and Wang Dong.

A strong white man choked his head, and another picked up a plastic bottle filled with water.

Kenny's eyes widen in horror as the water falls.

After the scarf was completely soaked with water, his chest began to rise and fall rapidly.

After a while, his body began to twitch, and his pupils rapidly dilated.

Just as he was about to suffocate and fall unconscious, the scarf was removed.

I said...... cough, cough...... Say ...... everything."

The middle-aged man in a suit and tie next to him, who looked handsome and a little sissy, waved his hand, and the two strong men let go of Kenny.

After walking over, the middle-aged man squatted down.

Before that, Kenny had been tortured for hours, suffered a lot, and still hadn't lost his breath, which was nothing short of a miracle.

"Yes, it's two people...... cough, cough...... In addition to Serena, there are ...... cough, cough...... There is also a man, who is a ...... cough, cough...... An oriental man......"

Kenny is coughing all the time because of the water in his lungs.

"At the time, he—he wasn't sitting with Serena, I ...... cough, cough...... I didn't notice him, it was only when I was leaving, I ...... cough, cough...... Only then did I find him. I only know him...... cough, cough...... He was an Oriental male, and he didn't see his physiognomy clearly......"

The middle-aged man nodded slightly, got up and walked towards the door.

"I—I've told you everything I know. Please, no...... Don't ......"

The middle-aged man ignored Kenny at all, and when he got outside, he pulled out a satellite phone.

"He has already confessed, two people, and the other is an Oriental male."

"Do you know where to go next?" A hoarse female voice came from the microphone.

"Yes, I have contacted the airport and will be there by this time tomorrow." The middle-aged man didn't tell the truth because he hadn't been in contact with the airport yet.

"Good. Marviero, you've never let me down, and hopefully this time too. ”

"I'll get back to you when I make new discoveries." The middle-aged man named Marviero hung up.

Putting away the satellite phone, Marbello lit a cigarette.

A few minutes later, a strong man came outside.

"Got it done?"

The strong man nodded and took the cigarette that was handed over.

"After you have arranged the affairs here, you will meet me in Zurich."

"Do I need to do anything to prepare?"

"It's time to prepare, it's ready."

The strong man didn't ask much, he was Ma Weiluo's subordinate, just do as he was told.

A few hours later, a Falcon 2000 business jet took off from Monrovia Airport with the only passenger on board.

The plane did not belong to Marvero, but was only used by him.

The biggest advantage of a special plane is that you don't have to wait for a flight, you can go when you want, and you don't have to transfer flights on the way, you can fly directly from Monrovia to Zurich.

Ma Weiluo couldn't understand why he had to mobilize the people when everyone was dead.

Actually, he didn't think about it.

As Jenny's subordinate, whether in private or in public, the only value of his existence is to do what Jenny tells him to do.

When he arrived in Zurich, Marviero stayed in a hotel.

After two of his men arrived, Marviero went to the police station with the DNA samples sent by Jenny.

Three days later, he got the appraisal report.

The female deceased was not Serena, but another woman. The male deceased was also not an Oriental, but a strong white man.

After reporting to Jeanne, Marviero returned to Paris.

When he saw Jenny, Marviro realized that he was not the only one who obeyed Jenny's dispatch.

"The two deceased were professional killers who had been tasked with a bounty, and on the day of the incident, someone used their identities to buy tickets to London at the Lille train station."

Marviero frowned and looked at the information in his hand seriously.

Sitting across from him was a middle-aged woman, none other than Jeanne, Pierre's widow.

She is forty years old and a mother of four, the eldest of whom is twelve.

It's just very well maintained and looks like it's in your twenties. Without speaking, no one would have been able to guess her real age.

Only when she speaks, her hoarse voice will reveal her true age.

As for the appearance, it is not beautiful, and after putting on makeup, it can only be said that it can barely get by.

"That was a month ago."

"Yes, but you have to go to London."

Marviero didn't quite understand that even if Serena and the Oriental man had gone to London a month earlier, they might not have stayed in London forever.

"It's not about revenge, I died to him ten years ago." Jenny paused slightly, "Pierre has been dead for a month, we haven't found the killer yet, and many people have lost patience. I've never thought of myself as a member of the Ranieri family, but everything we have is built on the Ranieri family. In a few years, when Paul is an adult, we will be free. ”

"I'll leave tomorrow."

"Don't wait until tomorrow, let's leave now."

Marviero was slightly stunned, he had been running around outside for more than half a month, didn't Jenny miss him at all?

"In the future, we have time." Jenny smiled and walked over and sat down on Marviero's lap. "I'll send someone to contact you when I have news."

"Don't want me to stay overnight?"

Jenny picked up Marvero's chin, kissed him deeply, and then slapped Marvelo's handsome face a few times.

At this time, the roar of a helicopter came overhead.

Because the Lanery estate has not been restored, Jenny lives inside the hotel, which is of course the presidential suite, with a helicopter landing platform on the roof.

Marviero was very knowledgeable and didn't bother with Jenny anymore.

After going out and calling two of his men, he went to the rooftop.

Before dawn, Marvero arrived in London.

At this time, he received a message from Jenny that the residence of the two suspects had been confirmed, in Cambridge, north of London.

As for how Jenny got the news, Marviero never asked.

The Ranieri family is one of the oldest and most powerful families in France, and Jeanne's maiden family, the Raymond family, is not in any way inferior to the Ranieri family.

Otherwise, Pierre, who has always liked to mess with flowers, would not have been in contact with her.

Marviero also knows that Jenny has an extremely large group behind her.

Although Jenny never mentioned it in front of him, after being the face of Jenny for ten years, Marviero knew a little bit about the arms group.

It's just two people who can use the resources of the Ranieri family and the Raymond family.

This is Europe, even if Britain has voted to leave the European Union, but after all, it is a European country, within the sphere of influence of a few big families.