The advisor calmly replied, "When I walked into this room, I said that it was you, not me, who would die. ”

DeWitt said: "Then it depends on whether you have the ability to do this!" When he said this, he actually wanted to do it, but the next second, his face became very ugly, because he found that his body couldn't move for half a minute, "What did you do?!"

The advisor laughed, "Ha, you should have known that I was a capable person when I cut off Mr. Luches's head, but you are still too arrogant, and you think that I am at most a 'and' class like you." He left the bar of the minibar and slowly walked towards Luchez's bed, "So it was decided that I would finish and answer all the questions, and then kill me to vent my anger." With a wave of his finger, Luches' right hand holding the gun was cut off as easily as his head, and the wound was as neat as the one on his neck.

The severed hand flew strangely in front of the advisor, he grabbed the broken wrist with one hand, reached for the trigger with the other, and stuck Luches's fingers, "Actually, my ability judgment is really not high, it's just a 'paper' level, but a mediocre person like you naturally thinks that the higher level will win." The advisor returned to DeWitt and took the dead man's hand and pointed the dead man's gun at DeWitt's heart.

"Wait...... There is no enmity between us!" DeWitt replied in a panic, "you don't have to kill me, I admit that I am incompetent, I am arrogant! I am not worthy to be your subordinate, I can disappear from your presence!" DeWitt replied in a panic, "I will never pretend to be a consultant again!"

"No, I need you to pretend to be a consultant. The advisor said, "Tonight, the advisor, you, sneaked into Luches's bedroom. The vigilant mafia godfather shoots you first with a gun, and you use your superpowers to kill Luches before you can breathe, but you die shortly after. I think that's what the police report ended up being. He smiled: "As for the hatred you said...... Just a minute ago, we had no 'grudges,' but didn't you want to get rid of me as soon as possible? It's ridiculous and pathetic to put on this face begging for mercy at this moment, and you, who are forever struggling with miscalculations, trying to tell me what 'necessary'?

Hum...... Let me tell you why you have to die.

My two purposes are carried out at the same time, it is my job to help the Tobacco Club get rid of the two families that stand in my way, and it is my private business to test your abilities, and one succeeds and the other naturally fails. For me anyway, it's either to get the job done and lose a failed tester, or to get a qualified assistant and lose a deal. Either way, there's something to be earned.

Now that the test has failed, you have lost your value to me, but because of what you did before, it should not be long before the illusion that you are a 'consultant' should be confessed by Sonny's stupidity, at this time, you are worthy, your corpse can impersonate me again, I think it should be no big problem to play a dead man with your acting skills, let alone acting after you die, that is the true color of the performance.

It's not you, the police will look into a lot of things, and the name Mike Byron will soon be mentioned. Your corpse can distract the police, attract their attention, and buy me time to get out of the city. In the end, no matter what the police conclude about the intelligence hacker in this case, the consultant will reappear on the Internet in the near future, and your death will only add a bit of legend to me. ”

DeWitt struggled a few more times, but still couldn't move. His face was sweating profusely, making his image of a homeless man even more embarrassed at the moment, his eyes already full of horror, and his throat let out a beast-like roar.

The advisor seemed to suddenly remember something, he let out an "oh", and then said the last paragraph to DeWitt: "Actually, I am a year older than you, and you are probably not qualified to call me a kid in this life, as for the title of four-eyed." He took off his glasses and threw them away: "These glasses are flat, my own eyesight is not bad, and the character needs to wear this." So if you die and go to another world, remember that you were killed by the great Mr. 'Advisor', and you have a lot of damn intangibles!"

A gunshot rang out, and DeWitt's life was over. The advisor is an agnostic who thinks that there may be a God, that Earth is just an ant farm under alien control, or that he exists only in the imagination of others...... So no matter what, he just tried it casually, maybe what he just said would become an opportunity to make a name for himself in the underworld in advance.

............

The next day, the consultant had already packed his bags, carried a travel bag crossbody, destroyed something that might be evidence, and left the apartment.

At nine o'clock in the morning, he came to an alley.

This place is the territory of the Tobacco Club, few pedestrians pass by, and the people who come here usually come to buy drugs, but today, none of the drug dealers have come out, and the alley is surprisingly quiet.

The advisor didn't have to wait long for a car to pull up, stop, and turn off. Four men got out of a car, led by Juan Russell, who was the owner of the Tobacco Club, and the other three around him, the second boss, a staff officer and a personal bodyguard.

This is not the first time that the consultant has met them, because it is in the same city, when the consultant receives the deposit, he offers to withdraw cash in person, which can save a lot of trouble and increase the trust of these low-level customers. They are like those elderly people who don't trust online shopping, and they always feel that this kind of sneaky joint that is always rendered in gangster movies is like the real deal.

The two groups greeted each other politely, but Juan's group had a strange expression, they looked happy, but there seemed to be something hidden in their eyes, which of course could not escape the adviser's discernment, but he did not break it for the time being, and only hoped that these customers would not do stupid things.

"Luches and the Genovise family have been eradicated from the city, and you have taken the opportunity to absorb a lot of their territory and remnants of the defeated army, now as long as the Tobacco Club expands its operations and occupies those vacated markets, it will become the new giant of Chicago in less than a month, as for whether you can dominate one side, it depends on your own ability. Seeing that the greetings were almost over, the consultant began to get to the point: "Then, the remaining 300,000 ...... of the honorarium."

Juan said directly: "Ah, of course, you deserve it." He snapped his fingers, and the bodyguard behind him stepped forward and took out an oilcloth bag, looking at the volume of this bag, there should be no problem.

The advisor said, "Don't you use a suitcase? Then take it apart and take a look, I don't want to leave with a bag of newspapers." ”

The bodyguard glanced at Juan, who nodded, and then the bodyguard took out the knife he had with him and went to open the tarpaulin.

Just as everyone's eyes were focused on the bag, Juan suddenly pulled out his gun and held it up to the advisor's head, "I had to, sorry, man." ”

Now their strange behavior just now was clear, and the consultant snorted disdainfully: "Really? This is not a joke, is it? Mr. Russell, when you get such a big benefit, but you refuse to pay me the balance of 300,000 yuan, how can you achieve such a great cause?"

The three people next to Juan also took out their weapons one after another: "Less nonsense!"

But at this moment, they all landed on the ground, the wounds were smooth, and their bodies fell to the ground after a few seconds.

The advisor sighed: "In these years, from the nobles of the palace to the ruffians and hooligans, one by one...... It's getting worse and worse, so why threaten my life for such a small amount of money......"