It was only at noon that Keaton and the others were released by the police department.

Walking out of the detention cell, Keaton saw the blonde woman who had been in the hotel filling out some form. Seeing Keaton come out, she quickly stood up and gave him a hug.

"It's all right, Keaton." The woman said softly.

"Let's go!" Keaton didn't want to stay any longer, and his tired eyes urged.

Keaton's side, the other four also left. They all looked at Keaton with a hint of indescribable in their eyes, as if it was a kind of contempt and a hint of anticipation.

"How was things last night? What did the Filtons say? Keaton asked with concern as he left the door of the police station.

"They said they needed to think about it."

"Consider?" Keaton sighed, knowing that his original plan for last night had been completely ruined by this trumped-up interrogation.

This woman is Edifinarin, a well-known criminal lawyer. She seemed to see Keaton's thoughts, swept away the sharpness of the past in the courtroom, and snuggled up to Keaton's side like a little woman. "It's okay, they'll think about it."

Keaton lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and said with a frown, "Impossible!" They're going to ask about it, and they're going to check on me. With their network, you can't hide what you did for me. ”

"No, it won't!"

"Forget it, it's not the first time anyway. I'll figure it out again. Keaton said with some frustration.

Finarin was very supportive of her man, she took Keaton's arms and hugged them tightly, and said softly, "Honey, it's okay." I love you! ”

Keaton looked at the four "cellmates" who were in the same room with him a little absent-mindedly, and it took a long time to react and pull Finarin into the car parked at the door of the police station.

"What do you think?" Walking to a small alley across from the police station, Tony Hockney asked, looking at Wiberkent.

"If I could see him one more time, I mean if there was a chance to meet alone. Then there will be no problem. Wiberkent said with a cigarette in his mouth.

"It's a good business, but it takes five people. Be sure to convince him! McMenus whispered with a gloomy face.

"There will be a chance! Feel relieved! "Wiberkent seems to be confident. He limped to the nearest bus stop.

Two days later, Keaton received an email without surprise. In the email, the Filtons politely rejected Keaton's investment project, saying that they did not know enough about pharmaceutical companies to assess the risks. But Keaton knew in his heart that it was all about his past.

Keaton, who was alone in his room, lit another cigarette and poured himself another glass of brandy. He looked at the computer in his hand with a very depressed mood, and on it was his plan for the pharmaceutical company.

The more he looked at the plan, the more angry Keaton became. He's a man. I also want to have my own business. But in the current situation, even if you open a simple grocery store, you may be closed by customs and police. And these are all the faults of his former reputation.

Keaton was not from Francie, he was born more than 2,000 kilometers away in New Berlin. At the age of eighteen, he received two master's degrees in bioengineering and biochemistry from the University of New Berlin, and at the age of twenty, he received a doctorate, reaching the first peak of his life. At that time, he was young, energetic, and energetic in the business world, hoping to use his technology as capital to find investors.

But five years of hard work left the top student with a lot of debt, and the bank even repossessed the house he bought for his parents. And his first wife also left him with his son. A series of blows left the base in despair, and he wanted to return to teaching at Laugh, but the meager income was simply not enough to pay off his debts, let alone the psychological damage he had caused to his parents.

A serendipity. Keaton meets the owner of a chemical factory. Under the introduction of this boss, Keaton got a job with a sky-high income, a drug maker. It's about developing and experimenting with new drugs for gangsters.

As a Ph.D. in bioengineering, Keaton knows exactly what kind of chemicals can have consequences for the human body. The most addictive and powerful elixirs were ultimately inferior to Keaton's new prescriptions. That drug doesn't do much harm to the human body. But it can produce an extremely strong dependence, and later Keaton gave it a very apt name, Magic.

The price of the fantasy has gone up all the way since it came out. Even the price per gram is more than ten times more expensive than any jewelry. Keaton made a fortune, not only paying off all the money he owed, but also buying a farm on the outskirts of New Berlin to support his parents. This became the second climax of his life.

But the good times didn't last long, and the phantom was targeted by the customs and the anti-narcotics department. It took the police three years to patiently cast their nets, and finally wiped out Keaton and the factory that produced the illusion. However, due to the lack of evidence at the time, and Keaton hired a good lawyer, he did not stay in prison for long and was quickly released from prison.

Keaton, who came out of prison, left the city of New Berlin and came to the city of Francie to develop. But the police on the Imperial Star have not forgotten this guy who once controlled nearly half of the underground drug trade in New Berlin, and they do not believe that Keaton will really change his ways. The occasional harassment became commonplace, and Keaton was even more upset.

The more depressed the heart, the less tasty the wine in the glass. Keaton snuffed out his cigarette and looked at the phone in hand.

An hour later, the lame Viberkent appeared on Keaton's doorstep. Keaton quickly pulled him through the door, holding Wiberkent by the collar with both hands, and slammed his head against the wall of the hallway into the doorway.

Viberkent was startled by the sudden violence, his face turned pale, his mouth coughed, and he had apparently caught his windpipe just now when he tugged at his collar.

"Ahem! You, you came to me just to strangle me? Wilberkent said with difficulty.

"You'd better be honest with me. You've been texting me, I don't care how you know my number, and I don't want to know what the hell that business in Minus is! I warn you, stay away from me! Keaton said viciously. His eyes almost burst into flames.

"It's a job that takes five people, and I need you. I guess it was God's arrangement that allowed us to meet the people who needed it most. Wiberkent smiled wickedly at the corner of his mouth. (To be continued.) )