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"Master Fan, let your bodyguard go and see the corpse of the sniper five hundred meters away at a quarter past nine o'clock, and confirm it!" The fat man lay behind the wheel, continued to hide, lit a cigarette, and smoked.

These bodyguards invited by Mars are cannon fodder in his eyes at the moment.

If the snipers have accomplices, then as soon as these bodyguards go out, they will be attacked.

However, he thought of Takeda, who was alone, and expected that the snipers taught by Takeshi Takahashi should not have the cooperation of the sniper team of later generations, and he knew in his heart that this was just his suspicion.

But some things are not afraid of ten thousand, just in case.

He lit a cigarette to test if there were any snipers!

can only let these bodyguards who have nothing to do, white-collar salaries go to the road, and they can't complain about him when they die, who makes these bodyguards get a lot of commissions, but people don't know under their noses.

In fact, he had already guessed that the source of this sniper, except for the little devil's embassy in the United States, he really couldn't think of anyone.

Hearing his voice, Mars finally reacted, and when he saw his relaxed face, he thought that the lurking sniper had been killed by him, so he breathed a sigh of relief and put the glass down.

But when Mars saw that the fat man was still hidden behind the wheelchair, he didn't dare to come out, and shouted to the bodyguards who were hiding nearby: "Go up to two people, go and see the corpse of the sniper lurking in the direction of a quarter of nine!" ”

Taking people's money to eliminate disasters for others, although these bodyguards were reluctant, they still let the two bodyguards search forward with their bodies.

One or two hundred meters ahead, the two bodyguards fumbled around, and from time to time they also looked for obstacles in the courtyard as cover, and dodged until they got out of the compound where the villa was located, and they were not attacked, so they became a little bolder.

But he still bowed over, holding the gun in his hand and aiming ahead. For fear of an ambush.

In this way, two bodyguards appeared at a quarter past nine o'clock, five hundred meters away from Liu's villa, an excellent sniper point.

The site is sloping. Surrounded by trees that make it ideal for hiding, the duo found a headshot body in a bush with an American-made spring sniper rifle in its hand. The bullet was loaded, but unfortunately it didn't have a chance to shoot it, and there was an empty cartridge casing on the ground next to it.

When one of the two came back to report, the fat man still didn't feel safe, but unfortunately the three hounds were all killed by the jaguar when they were fighting with the jaguar.

Fortunately, the bodyguards on these periphery were clever and did not directly confront the jaguar.

The fat man asked Mars to find a few more hounds, and he was relieved to find that there were no other hidden people. This is when Mars was instructed to take pictures of the scene.

When the bodyguards got the sniper's body and gun back, the appearance of the corpse Oriental not only confirmed the conjecture in his heart, but also made him confirm his identity.

The little devil who was shot in the head by him was one of the little devils he met in the restaurant with Jiang Lai and Wang Yi on the cruise ship.

"Hmph, there is a way in heaven that you don't take, and there is no way to deceive hell in!" Seeing this corpse, Jiang Lai snorted coldly, stabbed him with his elbow who was silent, and continued: "Give this corpse to the New York City Police Department." What to do with the little devil's embassy in the United States? ”

"Expand the matter?" His small eyes condensed, and he couldn't stop smiling, and he said in his heart, this Jiang Lai is enough to damage. But he likes it!

"Yes, this matter is not a big deal, we are not good!" Jiang Lai said.

"Oh, tell me!" This thing has this intention in his heart, and at this moment, he saw Jiang Lai take the initiative to bring it up, so let Jiang Lai show it. Let Jiang Lai find some sense of accomplishment in his heart, this is the only way to pick up girls, and he doesn't say it to ordinary people.

"Isn't Jackson, chief correspondent of the New York Times coming in the afternoon? Let's let this reporter take a look at this corpse, and then call the police! "Jiang Lai has followed him for more than three years, close to the ink black, close to Zhu Zered, and the calculation of people is also a set.

"Gao, put administrative and rhetorical pressure on the little devil's embassy in the United States, and also put pressure on all parties in the election, so that the little devil will become a street rat among the American people, and everyone will shout and beat!" The guy smiled and raised his hand to give Jiang Lai a thumbs up.

"Dead fatty, don't praise me, I don't believe it, don't you think so?!" Jiang Lai glanced at him, and he was very happy to get the praise of this product, and said with a wicked smile on his face.

"Ahem, there is a proverb that has to be changed!" He suddenly shook his head inexplicably and sighed.

"What proverb?" Jiang Lai was stunned and asked.

"Big breasts and no brains!" He nodded affirmatively and replied.

"Phew, a dog's mouth can't spit out ivory!" Jiang Lai had a red face and a thick neck, and deliberately pulled his coat and hooked his back, which didn't look so grandiose, so as not to have bad intentions for this thing.

The fat man laughed, flirting and scolding, he was still very pleased with Jiang Lai's growth, after more than three years of edification, Jiang Lai is now a high counselor.

He and Wang Yi are gods in the hearts of countless anti-fans, once it is revealed that the little devil's embassy in the United States wants to assassinate him and Wang Yi, this matter will not stop, and the anti-fans in the United States will declare war on Japan!

Although the sniper only had an oriental face, a corpse, and no identification tokens, none of which were on his radar.

I'll leave it to Jackson, the chief reporter of the New York Times, to dig it up, and of course, he doesn't mind giving him some hints.

It doesn't matter how much insider Jackson can dig up, as long as it is confirmed that the little devil's embassy in the United States assassinated him and Wang Yi, there will be times when the little devil is anxious.

He felt that he and his family could not be frightened in vain, and the little devil could not pay the price.

He told Mars that the sniper's body was in the middle of the yard, so that Jackson could get all his attention to the matter as soon as he arrived, so he could move on to the rest of the business.

This is not a frame-up, but the real life is threatened, according to the revenge psychology of this little chicken's belly, he will never let the little devil finish the assassination and be the same as no one else.

In the afternoon, as soon as Jackson, the chief reporter of the New York Times, came to the Liu family's villa, he saw the corpses in the courtyard, and was completely shocked.

Even the little chubby and jaguar in the iron cage, who were showing affection, could not attract the attention of big reporters.

"Haha, Mr. Jackson of the New York Times, welcome, welcome!" The fat man didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, and laughed and let Wang Yi push him out.

"Oh my God, Mr. Liu, how can there be a corpse in your villa?" Jackson asked him incredulously......

Ps. chasing more children's shoes, are there any free appreciation tickets and starting coins~ The countdown to the 515 red envelope list is over, I'll pull a ticket, ask for an increase and appreciation vote, and finally rush a handful! (To be continued.) )