The small hotel is not quiet at night, I fell asleep in the second half of the night, I didn't sleep well last night, I was tired, I woke up at dawn, and it was nine o'clock when I looked at the watch, why didn't the one-eyed dragon call me, why didn't he come yet?

Truman didn't have a phone at home, and it was really inconvenient to find someone in this era, so he had to run in person. Did you retreat?

No, it's really hard to do this without a partner, and since Truman has already crashed in, he has to carry out the inversion fight to the end, and it is not a hero who gives up halfway. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

As soon as I got dressed, I went to Truman, and he told him the address of his house, and I noticed it, and I wrote it down, and it was ++ on ++ Street.

I found this street, although this street is also in New York, but compared to the bustling commercial center, it is really a heaven and an underground, both sides of the street are designed various sewage treatment pipes, under the pipe is a sparse roadside stall, the whole street is permeated with this smell can not be described, there is the smell of sewage, and the bad smell of all kinds of food, mixed together is disgusting.

It seems that inverted fighting is not a valuable profession in the United States, and I don't know why Truman still persevered and enjoyed it after so many years.

I found the ++ sign, the first thing that caught my eye was a door full of small advertisements, the door was filthy, sticky with a lot of black grease, I don't know how to get it, this guy didn't say to clean it, make it dirty, it's better for him to live in prison, no wonder he squatted in prison for three days and two ends, in prison is equivalent to a free hotel.

I knocked on the door and no one answered, why is this guy not at home? Or was you drunk there last night?

I knocked on the door shouting Truman's name, and I knocked for a good minute, but no one answered.

I had a bad feeling in my heart, and with a hard kick, I kicked the door open, and the tables and sofas inside were knocked over a lot, and there were many bits and pieces on the floor, including beer bottles and glasses, and you can imagine that there must have been a very heated argument here last night.

When I opened the bedroom door, the bedding inside was messy, but there was no one.

"Don't move." Someone said something in the back of my head, and at the same time a hard thing pressed against my waist, a pistol.

I raised my hands and said, "Who are you?" What about Mr. Truman? ”

"Come with me, you'll know this when you get to the place." The man in the back said.

Listening to the voice, he is a Spaniard whose English is not very standard.

He escorted me into a black car, and the driver in front of me was a black man in a black suit, and I could only see the side of his face with a long scar on his left cheek.

The person who escorted me to the car was also a man in a black suit, this person had the unique appearance of this Spain, similar to the mixed race of Arabs and Europeans, they all wore black suits, is it the legendary mafia?

I've never been in a situation like this old before, the gun is right on my waist, and if this guy is not careful, I may be reimbursed directly.

I told myself to be calm, to be calm.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked.

Neither of them answered me.

I asked two more questions, but they still didn't answer me, and I think they must have accepted some order to refuse all the questions that came from me.

The car drove out of the city, into the suburbs, into an abandoned factory, stopped, and the Spaniard in a black suit let me out of the car and led me into a large, dilapidated factory.

Inside, I saw Truman, who was tied to a chair, and next to him stood two young men in black suits, both with a gun in their hands, facing Truman.

There was a car across the street from Truman, and I don't know who was sitting in it, and I looked at it as if I had seen it there.

Did Truman offend anyone?

"Why are you here too?" Truman asked when he saw me come in.

"Who are they?" I asked Truman.

The car door opened, and a middle-aged man with a big belly walked out of the car, his hair was combed and oily, and he was not messy, and he habitually buttoned his jacket and suit as soon as he got out of the car.

This man is the rich man Williams!

Is this guy a mafia?

"Okay, it's all here, I asked Mr. Truman where you live, and he said he didn't know, but you would definitely come to him, and you did, and he was not wrong." Williams said, his voice low and magnetic, no longer the same Williams who had been frightened by my pretending to be a zombie.

"What are you looking for us for?" I asked.

"Of course there is, otherwise I wouldn't have been so troublesome, especially this Mr. Truman, who made a hole in the ground under my house, which made my sleep very unsettling, and I had to ask Mr. Truman why he made a hole under my house, as far as I know, Mr. Truman was not a mouse." Williams said.

"It was my idea." I said, "Something is coming at me." ”

"Good boy, responsible, like a hero, I have no other meaning, but to find that there is a piece of gold missing from my cupboard, although this piece of gold is a drop in the bucket for me, and it does not matter, but your behavior of making a hole under my house is really unbearable for me, so please Mr. Truman come with you, please give me back my gold (he emphasized my gold four words), and then apologize to me, and the matter is over." Williams said.

Is it that simple? Is it for that piece of horseshoe gold?

He couldn't have tried to kill people to cover up the fact that he had stolen the gold from the tomb, right?

But the horseshoe gold is not in our hands, it is left to Dr. Cruise for him to study and identify, and nothing can be said to implicate this matter on Dr. Cruise, otherwise Qing'er in the giant ice will become a specimen forever.

"Mr. Williams, you have billions of dollars, so why should you be stingy with that little gold ingot? You don't have to work for a small piece of gold, and if the police find out, do you think it's appropriate for you to do such a thing? I said, try to delay as much as possible.

"Have you decided not to hand over the gold?" Williams said.

"Mr. Williams, we have completely decided to give you back the gold, but it is not in our possession right now." Truman said.

"I don't know, do you think that little piece of gold is more important than the lives of the two of you? It is so sad that people die for money, and birds die for food, and I am very short of time, and I don't have time to talk to you anymore, only one minute, if you don't hand over the gold, I will give you two extra bullets. Williams said.