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As Chu is doing now, for him, the latter is the point, and as for the red wine and veal, the breakfast he ordered was in line with this disguised identity.

In the memories of the hotel check-in records and waiters, the room was occupied by Mr. Adam Morrison, an upstart from Mississippi, a middle-aged man between thirty-five and forty years of age, dark-skinned, about five and a half feet tall, with two ridiculously curved beards, and a strong accent, who often had to repeat the words several times to get the waiter to understand what he meant.

For both days at the hotel, Mr. Adam Morrison went out in the morning or noon, and did not return until after ten o'clock in the evening, and was visibly drunk, with a heavy smell of alcohol and inferior perfumes.

The sharp-eyed front desk lady even saw the traces of rope binding in Mr. Adam Morrison's messy cuffs, which made this extremely generous gentleman become a pervert with a heavy mouth in their hearts, so that the waiter at the delivery place ran away after receiving the tip, for fear that Mr. Adam would make some excessive demands.

Chu was very satisfied with this effect, which proved that his camouflage was very good, and it was estimated that if Mr. Adam Morrison, who was now sunk in water somewhere, was still alive and ran into him, he would wonder if he had a twin brother.

In addition to observing the information on the road outside the window, Chu was also looking at something else, a phantom that only existed in his eyes: it was a book, a thick book with shadows constantly rolling on the cover.

Through mind control, Chu can open the book cover and see the content of the first page:

【Sacrifice】

There was nothing on it except for the word, and he couldn't try it out, and he couldn't do anything else, like flipping through the next page.

This book appeared when he took the first human life, and when he harvested the second human life, the book cover with rolling shadows automatically opened, and when he saw this word, Chu decided to try whether the so-called sacrifice was simply human life.

The results of the experiment can only be said to be half and half, maybe none, when killing those mercenaries, the pages do react, but only with a slight tremor - and when killing those former classmates, there is not even a reaction.

After a moment of fruitless experimentation, Chu decisively gave up and continued to try, making full use of the on-site tools to create a beautiful large firework, and when the explosion occurred, he stood hundreds of meters away pretending to be an equally frightened passerby, admiring the most spectacular artwork ever made.

Then he took a little time to find a suitable disguise object, poor Mr. Adam Morrison, who had just entered the city, after accepting his life and property without any fluctuations in his heart, he also threw him into the sea with a disgusted face, but Chu felt that Mr. Adam probably would not be lonely, after all, there were at least double-digit old and new corpses there, and there should be a common language between them.

In the time that followed, Chu maintained the false identity of Adam Morrison, while testing the book that only existed in his eyes, and by the way, he found out little by little the gray world in New York City and the network it radiated.

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After settling breakfast and making sure that there was nothing wrong with the disguise, Chu went out to get some of the tools he had ordered yesterday, however, a farce happened on his way out.

"Jenny, tell me it's not true!" The man who was held down by the two classic black-clothed bodyguards roared unwillingly, but unfortunately he was six feet tall, but he didn't have strong muscles, he couldn't break free from the shackles of professional bodyguards, and from his face, the bodyguard gave him a punch in the face to calm him down, and the half-broken brown thick-rimmed glasses fell to the ground in the struggle.

And the object of the rant of this typical American young man in her twenties at best, a fashionably dressed redhead with jewelry worth at least five figures, leans against her lover, a real playboy.

Chu has seen this playboy three times in the past two days, taking five different bewitching women in and out of this hotel very intimately, not including the current one, at this moment the playboy also deliberately reached out and rubbed the peak where the redhead towered, "Oh, I really feel sorry for you, Jenny, it's better for you to tell him." ”

Jenny slapped the playboy's hand in disgust, but didn't really pull him away, but straightened her chest cooperatively, "This is what you said, count me as winning?"

After getting the dandy's affirmative nod, Jenny looked at the embarrassed man who was suppressed a little: "Listen, Roo, I've never liked you, never." It's just a bet on whether I'll make you fall in love with me without touching me, that's all. ”

The ruthless words made the eyes of the man who still had a glimmer of hope completely dimmed, and the struggling action was completely abandoned, and the painful eyes like death seemed to satisfy a certain quirk psychology of the playboy, he took out a dozen banknotes and threw them on the man's face: "Look at your poor sour appearance, take it and clean it up, maybe there will be a girl who will take a fancy to you, haha......"

Perhaps unintentionally, perhaps intentionally, the mockery seemed to pierce the man's heart, and he gritted his teeth and stared at the vicious enemy who treated his feelings as toys, dismantled them into tatters, and spat on them: "Coleman Dupont, one day, one day I will make you kneel before me and ask for forgiveness, I swear to God [GOD]!!"

For some reason, Chu felt that these words and this picture gave him a strong sense of immediacy, but he was very sure that he had never seen a similar scene in his memory. And no one cared about this kind of trash talk at all, and these people who were still interested in watching did not take the poor man's words seriously.

Coleman DuPont didn't take it seriously, but instead laughed out loud: "It's definitely the funniest joke I've ever heard in my life, and seriously, you should be a clown or something, and I'll definitely sign a check for $100,000 as a gift for your first performance." ”

DuPont, one of the richest families in American history, may not be as famous as they used to be, but they are still the richest people in the United States, and in the United States: "Let me tell you something, in this world, we are the real masters, we really control the world." ”

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That was supposed to be just an inconsequential farce, and it should have been.

Chu felt the final process, only the shiny parts that were assembled were needed, and a thought uncontrollably rose from his heart: to challenge the master of this world.