The trio soon found a building with a good view near the target location.

according to the counsel of the people on the way.

Reese and McKel covered up on the tall building, and the specific negotiations were left to Du Wei to negotiate.

As for the signal, as soon as Du Wei gestured to OK, they would shoot everyone present except Du Wei and Eddie.

After the two of them were in place, Du Weisch Shiran, wearing a bulletproof suit, walked into the slum alley.

In this dark, rancid, unmonitored alley, a group of gangsters, led by a gangster, is burning a fire.

The dim light from the burning campfire illuminates the dark alley just enough to see.

Eddie was being tied to the wire by the group, and his hands and feet were tied to the iron mesh on one side in a large shape.

Looking at the deep red marks on Eddie's hands and feet, Eddie's time to be tied up is not short.

"Yo, are you Eddie's friend? Did you bring something?"

The bald man with a steel tooth and a scar on his eyebrow bone clapped his hands and stood up from the ground.

As he stood up, the younger brothers around him also stood up, lit a few matches from their hands and threw them on the ground.

Bang.

A ring of fire enveloped the crowd inside.

The sudden bright light made Du Wei squint, and only then did he adapt to the sudden change of environment.

At the same time, he saw more things because of the light, such as a wire connected to the iron wire that tied Eddie.

The bald man was fiddling with a palm-sized remote control in his hand.

Obviously, the iron grid can become an electric grid at any time, which means that Eddie's life and death are now in his hands.

Hearing the movement, Eddie, who had not been dripping for a long time, raised his head a little dazedly, revealing a face that had been beaten so hard that even acquaintances could not recognize it.

"Uncle Owen...... (Help me)"

Du Wei shook his head, and it looked like he was going to have to take Eddie to the dentist after rescuing him.

"Hey, what is our boss asking you, what are you kid thinking?

Do you want to feel the taste of Iron Fist like him?"

Seeing that Du Wei had not spoken, the little brothers of the fox and the fake tiger showed the finger tiger in their hands, and slowly approached with a malicious smile.

They deliberately slowed down the process so that Dewey could clearly see the bloodstained spikes on the finger tiger.

Let Dewey know how brilliant its past achievements were, so he wept bitterly and begged them for mercy with a panicked expression.

That's exactly what they love the most.

Watching the weak grovel in front of them will undoubtedly bring a sense of psychological superiority to these low-level gangsters.

These well-mannered people in suits and leather shoes are nothing more than frightened puppies in front of them.

It's just that what makes them wonder is, why is this guy in front of them so calm?

He really ...... Aren't you afraid?

Facing the two gangsters who were pressing towards him, Du Wei smiled indifferently, he seemed to be making a big fuss.

It seems that these guys are really just the lowest gangsters, and they don't have any background behind them.

Even though the bald man ate NZT, he didn't know how terrible Eddie's network was because of his initial IQ and knowledge. ….

Or maybe it's Eddie's bad performance, which makes the bald man look down on Eddie's friends in a row.

Then the question is simple.

"Don't do it, of course I brought it, as long as you have the life."

Du Wei said with an 'OK,' gesture.

When he heard Du Wei's words and saw the strange 'OK, gesture), the bald man instantly noticed something unusual, and he immediately wanted to press the switch in his hand to tear the ticket.

But in the next second, a dull gunshot rang out.

The bald man's hand holding the remote control was broken along with the bones and fell to the ground.

At the same time as the heart-rending screams sounded, a terrifying blood hole that was gurgling and bleeding appeared in the eyebrows of the little brother who was still holding the gun and vigilantly by his side.

This sudden gunfire made the two younger brothers in front of Du Wei subconsciously bend down and look up to try to find the position of the sniper.

But it soon became clear that they shouldn't have done it.

Taking their eyes off Du Wei was the last mistake they made in their lives.

Du Wei, who was in everyone's blind spot, unhurriedly took out Glock, who had a muffler on his waist, and even had spare time to aim at the heads of the two people in front of him.

Shout! Shout!

Two soft gunshots rang out, and the two fell to the ground.

Tied to barbed wire, Eddie felt as if he had been in a dream.

In a trance, the gang of thugs who tied him up all fell?

He even saw that the man named Du Wei had only fired two shots and four people had fallen?

Without NZT's blessing, Eddie really couldn't understand the picture in front of him.

All he could feel was a mess in his brain, and he was still in a state of confusion when Dewey took him down and shoved the still warm Glock into his hand.

I saw Du Wei pointing to the bald man who was still rolling on the ground with a broken wrist and said:

"Now, kill him."

Eddie raised his gun tremblingly, feeling nothing like conspiring to kill someone by coincidence when he had the blessing of NZT.

He could not be absolutely calm, and it was difficult for him to shoot at a man who had lost the power to resist.

Not to mention that his shot was going to send the people in front of him to hell.

Even if this man had humiliated him many times before, it would have been difficult for him to pull the trigger.

After aiming for a long time, Eddie finally couldn't get his hands down, put down the gun with a sigh, and said inarticulately:

"Let him go, he's been punished enough."

Du Wei shook his head, Eddie who didn't take NZT was indeed an undoubted waste.

Du Wei took out an NZT from his pocket and threw it over:

"Looks like you need a little help."

Eddie, who was scrambling to take the NZT, looked at the small transparent pill with a look of longing in his eyes.

But he still hesitated, even if his brain was bad now, he knew that he would definitely be able to do the right thing in that state.

And the right thing to do is to pull the trigger to solve the bald man in front of him, so as to completely bind himself to Du Wei's salvation team.

Looking at Eddie, who was still hesitating, Du Wei couldn't help but sigh:

"If you can't even do that, how do you get the freedom and money you want?

You don't even have the ability to protect them, think about it clearly, I'll wait for you at the mouth of the alley. ….

It's up to you to kill or release."

After saying that, Du Wei stepped out of the fire ring and walked towards the brightly lit street outside the alley.

Just as Du Wei was about to step out of the alley, a slight gunshot rang out behind him, followed by a series of angry gunshots.

Du Wei smiled, being able to shoot so irrationally showed that Eddie had made a decision without taking NZT.

Now it's time for Eddie to say goodbye to the cowardice of the past.

Otherwise, Du Wei wouldn't mind having another corpse in the alley.

Du Wei pulled out the 'takeout, phone, and booked dinner for four.

When Eddie staggered out of the alley.

A black van spitting out the words "professional waste disposal" stopped right at the mouth of the alley.

From above came down four tall 'delivery men' with various tools.

Coming out of the cab was a short old man, wearing a black British top hat and a black leather coat.

Although he is short and old, he has a special imposing body.

At least the other four followed after he had walked to the front.

It can be seen that this old man is the leader of this waste disposal team.

When the little old man walked in front of Du Wei, he took off his top hat very gentlemanly and bowed slightly to Du Wei.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Dewey, and I'm Charlie.

Given that this is your first time using a food delivery service, I would like to remind you again.

The price of the takeaway for four people is four gold coins, are you sure you want to use the service?"

Du Wei nodded:

"Sure."

Charlie smiled slightly, pointed to the alley with his hand holding the top hat, and the four people holding the tools walked inside expressionlessly.

Then Charlie flipped the top hat over, and Dewey tossed four gold coins into it.

Charlie put the top hat on with satisfaction.

"Then Mr. Du Wei, I wish you good luck and good luck, and I'll see you next time."

Eddie looked at the group of people in shock, and only asked after a while:

"What do they do?"

"Clean up the scene and create missing persons."

Before Eddie, who had not taken the drug, could digest the message, Du Wei continued:

"Eat NZT, it's too hard to talk to you right now."

Eddie smiled bitterly, and to be honest, he felt a little stupid at the moment.

Things that should have been seen through in an instant are now like seeing flowers in a fog, and they can't see clearly.

Without NZT, he is really nothing.

Eddie quickly accepted that he was a piece of waste, so he swallowed the NZT in his mouth.

It doesn't matter if he's a waste, NZT can make him transform.

As NZT melted, Eddie's brain was beating vigorously again, and his momentum gradually changed from cowardly and self-contained to resolute and confident.

Some things that were not understood at the moment became easy to understand in an instant.

Eddie's eyes no longer had a look of confusion, but a look of understanding.

Like these guys who got off the waste truck.

Apparently they were professionally disposing of the corpses, avoiding leaving any information on the scene that could be linked to the employer.

And the trade of this organization is carried out through a special kind of gold coin. ….

This also means that Du Wei has some way to get this special gold coin.

Reminiscent of the high table that Du Wei mentioned in his conversation.

Then this effective system is clearly for the killers.

He didn't expect that Du Wei was not only a doctor and a crime buster, but also a killer.

"I'm sorry for the trouble this time, but not next time."

"Preferably, your enemies won't always be the lowest bastards.

They're not just kidnapping you.

Did you know that NZT actually enters your brain through your bloodstream?

So if you are tied up, you are given blood transfusions, NZT and then bloodletting, and the recipe can be developed more quickly.

Just because I didn't do it doesn't mean that others won't."

Hearing Du Wei's words, Eddie couldn't help but shudder.

The image of being hung on an iron hook like a pig and letting people bleed is really chilling.

He didn't want to be such a flesh and blood supplier of NZT who was not only not free but also extremely miserable.

After this kidnapping, Eddie deeply understands what it means to shoot a bird in the head.

He's only going to be targeted by the thugs if he makes a little extra money in the casino.

What if he took the money and went to Wall Street to speculate in stocks?

Then I am afraid that the picture predicted by Du Wei will really come true.

Du Wei is not wrong at all, the premise of wanting to be free is to have enough power.

And want to have

At this point, he must first accumulate enough fame before participating in the election campaign with the funds provided by Finch to gain power.

At this time, Eddie is no longer the Eddie who only hesitated for a long time to pull the trigger.

Having made up his mind, he looked into Du Wei's eyes and said firmly:

"I see, I'm not going to do anything useless anymore except to write and accumulate fame."

Dewey waved his hand, signaling for Eddie to leave on his own.

"Alright, you go to the dentist and fix your leaky mouth.

Otherwise, I would have had a hard time listening to you, let alone the passers-by who will listen to your speech in the future."

Eddie nodded, penniless and ragged, he took the money given by Du Wei, limped into the online taxi that Du Wei called him, and headed for the 24-hour dental clinic in the city.

After taking care of Eddie's side, Dewey dialed Michael's phone and made an appointment to meet later after asking Reese and McKel to go back to rest.

Michael, who was still in the bar, quickly swallowed the syrup and spat out the alcohol in his stomach that affected his brain.

The 3A-level bodyguard is so dedicated and professional.

Soon, Michael, who appeared to be as usual, appeared alone at the door of a clinic called Turing's psychiatric clinic.

Here he meets his employer, Du Wei, who has temporarily ended his free time.

According to the employment contract, the security relationship between him and Du Wei will expire at 8 a.m. tomorrow morning.

So before that, Du Wei had the right to call him at any time.

Du Wei looked at Michael, who was standing like a sculpture, and patted him on the shoulder with a smile:

"Relax, we're here to visit, not to rob. ….

Of course, this guy is a dangerous person, and you need to keep an eye on her a little more.

You can point a gun at her when necessary.

Now, why don't you go with a friend to a psychiatrist?"

Hearing this, Michael's expression froze even more.

Do you need a gun?

So how dangerous is the psychiatrist who went to see this time?

Isn't the subtext of Du Wei's that he might be harmed?

Thinking of the regulations of triple-A security companies on the safety of employers, Michael patted himself on the face and reminded himself that he had to be in good spirits.

Soon, the elevator reached the target floor.

Turing, dressed in a blue open-chested dress, appeared in front of the two.

Michael's eyes lit up, and Du Wei didn't say that they were coming to see a beautiful psychiatrist.

This appearance, this figure can completely rely on his face to eat, and he actually chose to make money by talent.

How can such a person be a dangerous person?

Or is it that the more glamorous, the more dangerous?

Realizing this, Michael immediately reminded himself that this was not a bar flirtation, but could turn into a murder scene that could become your life.

He couldn't be fooled by this beauty.

Turing didn't feel much for the two in front of her, she was not fascinated by superficial appearances.

However, she still had a charming smile on her face when she saw Du Wei come up.

This is her professionalism to make every guest feel at home.

"Mr. Du Wei, is it? Please come here."

Turing, who was leading the way in front of him in his high heels, swayed and guided the two to the side of the living room.

Then after making coffee for the two of them, they sat down elegantly on the sofa, their two long white legs overlapping each other to avoid going out.

Then Turing opened the blank notepad and was about to open Du Wei's heart by asking step by step, when Du Wei preemptively spoke:

"Akito doesn't speak darkly, and I don't have any mental illness.

I'm just coming to you to know the information about the patients who have come to you for counseling before.

It's a portrait of him."

Du Wei handed over a lifelike sketch portrait.

The portrait is Pete's loyal little brother, and he is also the guy who was violently beaten by Michael.

Turing accepted the portrait with a smile on her face, but she placed it on the side of the coffee table without looking, and then apologized and refused:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Du Wei, but as a psychiatrist I need to follow the rules of confidentiality.

The patient's condition cannot be disclosed casually.

I hope you can forgive me for my work, and I don't think you want your personal information to be taken for the same reason someday, right?"

Du Wei smiled:

"Of course, being a psychiatrist does require you to follow confidentiality regulations.

But what if you're not a real psychiatrist?

Are there any confidentiality rules that need to be followed?"

Hearing Du Wei's words, Turing's face immediately showed a look of astonishment.

Is this Du Wei suspecting that she does not have a doctor's license?

Why isn't she a serious psychiatrist?

Obviously, she's been doing a good job lately.

Even her fame spread in Princeton's upper circles.

There are many celebrities who come to her now, but no one doubts her identity as a psychiatrist.

Thinking of this, there was a slight annoyance in her heart.

The person in front of me really doesn't look like he's here for counseling, it's more like a ...... Troublemakers?

But the appointment for the consultation Jin Duwei is indeed a real payment, so no matter how dissatisfied she is, she still has to play the role of this psychiatrist.

So in the end, Turing asked Du Wei with a puzzled face:

"Mr. Du Wei, what do you mean by that?

Are you doubting my business capabilities?

If you doubt me, why do you come to me?

In this case, can this psychological counseling end here?

I'm sorry for the bad experience, but I won't refund the consultation fee.

So be it, and have a great day."

Turing closed the notepad on his lap and prepared to stand up.

But the next second, the words in Du Wei's mouth made her stop moving.

"I mean I should call you Turing? Or is it called Barra? Or is it your favorite name, the root?"

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