C. Li did not let Zhang Jing get his wish.

Walk away with good-looking, elastic, snow-white long legs.

Seeing C. Li's figure disappear at the end of the corridor, Zhang Jing felt that she was a dish sooner or later.

Take out your phone and prepare to call the little - scared - horror - min- and let her get the money.

'Give away 2 million meters in cash.

It was here that Holsey's call came in first.

"Jack," Holsey introduced, "one of the five people who decided how much to punish the AT, Lyndon B. Cullen would like you to see him in person once and for all you bring the money."

"Do you meet in private?" Zhang Jing reminded, "If it is photographed by someone with a heart, it will be very unfavorable to AT."

"I'll arrange a meeting place," Holsi said affirmatively, "and no one else will see it."

After hesitating for three seconds, Zhang Jing agreed.

Hung up the phone Zhang Jing thoughtfully, he came to the eastern part of the league this time, originally just to persuade the card to be particularly patriotic Sten. Hermanson went to work in Hong Kong.

It didn't work out, but it was done by Holsi.

What I didn't expect was that Holsey had a way to make AT change from a heavy penalty to a light penalty, which was a surprise.

Spend a little money and do a lot of things.

Soon, at six o'clock in the evening, Zhang Jing went out again.

This time, he didn't need Barbie to accompany him, he drove out of the Blue Moon Hotel by himself, and went to the meeting place according to the address given by Holcey.

An estate located in the suburbs of the city, 40 kilometers to the east of the city.

The meeting place provided by Holsy, in general, Zhang Jing is more assured, because the power of love is very great.

Coupled with his willingness to spend money, Holsey has a good harvest of love and money, and the risk of betrayal is relatively low.

Because the ground is not familiar, I drove slowly for an hour and arrived at the place at 7 o'clock in the evening.

The urban area is crowded, the suburbs are very empty, and the place where Zhang Jinglai came, although it is next to the highway, is separated from the neighbors by more than 100 meters.

Press the electric bell and wait for the gate of the manor to open in about three or four seconds.

Drive past the courtyard gate and along the winding concrete road to the white main house of the manor.

The door to the main house was open.

Zhang Jing walked in empty-handed, and saw a middle-aged man in his fifties in the living room, with a good image, a suit and leather shoes, and a rather dignified look.

"Hello, Mr. Lindon B. Cullen?" Zhang Jing greeted and asked.

"It's me," said the dignified Lyndon B. Cullen, sitting on the couch, curiously asked, "Have you forgotten something?"

"What?" Zhang Jing pretended not to understand and asked.

"Money."

"Money?" Zhang Jing continued to pretend to be stupid, "Why should I give you money?"

"Do you need me to show mercy to the AT's subordinates and not plan to spend money?"

"I'm sorry Mr. Lyndon.b. Cullen," Zhang Jing shook his head as he stood in the brightly lit rice-style living room, "You asked me over, and I don't intend to intercede with you, let alone give you money;

When it comes to AT, please take matters to business."

"There's no one else here," Lyndon B. Cullen reminded, "and no one looks at the mouthful of righteousness."

"As an upright, loving, socially concerned, and righteous person, corruption will never happen," Zhang Jing shook his head firmly, "I will report to the yamen that you asked me for a bribe."

"That's enough!" Lyndon B. Cullen yelled, "Don't pretend to be a virgin, get down to business."

"The act of soliciting bribes is very shameless and despicable," Zhang Jing was indignant@@@鹰, "I will prosecute you!"

Linden.b. Cullen's expression was dark, and his third button was a microshoot, which was originally intended to fish Zhang Jing, but he didn't expect the other party to play cards according to the routine.

The point is that Holsy's name cannot be mentioned, and the small-fear-horror-sub-name is not called in vain.

Worried, Lyndon B. Cullen took a deep breath, "Please be seated."

"No," Zhang Jing refused, "I'm the boss of AT, and you're one of the official apes in charge of investigating AT, and meeting in private is not in accordance with the rules;

No matter how much I ask for a bribe, I will not compromise under any circumstances!"

Seeing that Zhang Jing was stinky and hard, and the majestic image of Lyndon B. Cullen was full of anger in his eyes.

It was obvious that Zhang Jing wanted to pay a bribe, but now it turned out that he wanted to ask for a bribe, and finally reminded, "Are you sure you don't plan to convince me?"

"See you in court!"

Dropping this sentence, Zhang Jing shook his hand and left.

Leaving the villa and sitting back in the car, Zhang Jing's eyes changed from angry to gloomy, how dare he play conspiracy!

The question is, does Holsey know about this?

If you can't figure it out, start the car and leave.

Standing in front of the window, the taillights of Zhang Jing's car disappeared outside the courtyard gate, and Lyndon B. Cullen took off his micro-camera.

Before meeting, he never expected that Zhang Jing would be so righteous? Cunning?

Where are the flaws?

An hour later, Zhang Jing drove back to the Blue Moon Hotel in the city, and at the same time Holcy called in.

"How are you talking?"

"I'm at the hotel, can you come?"

Half an hour later, at 9:40 p.m., Holsy, with long brown hair and a shawl, appeared in Zhang Jing's room.

"Do you know Lyndon B. Cullen?" Zhang Jing asked first.

"We didn't have a lot of contact, four or five times of contact," Silke didn't understand, "What?"

"Lyndon B. Cullen is very unreliable," Zhang Jing shook his head, "What I want to know most now is, are you still reliable?"

"Of course I'm reliable," Holsie said firmly, "why do you suspect that Lyndon B. Cullen has a problem?"

"I'm a treasure hunter, I'm careful all year round, and I can see at a glance that the third button of his suit looks like a microphoto, and we won't contact each other in the future."

「！！！」

Holsey was shocked, he didn't expect Zhang Jing to be so decisive.

"Maybe you're innocent, but you can't completely rule out suspicion," Zhang Jing's tone was tactful, and his attitude was firm and humane, "You can go."

Looking at Zhang Jing's black eyes.

Although Holsey understands Zhang Jing's decision, how can she be so ruthless when she has paid so much for him?

"This is for you," Zhang Jing took out a soybean-sized ruby from his pocket and handed it to Holsey, "when we get old, it will prove that we once liked each other."

Looking at the small ruby handed over by Zhang Jing, Holsey's heart was instantly moved.

Brave, handsome, warm, golden, and hypoxic, where to find such a man?

"Make it into a ring and give it to me." Dropping these words, Holsey turned, opened the door and walked straight away.

Zhang Jing collects the gem into the Mithril space.

There is no point in staying in New York, I can't wait for the next day, Zhang Jing went out again at ten o'clock in the evening, and raced 200 kilometers to Boston in three hours.

Meet Unique at the Four Seasons Hotel at one o'clock in the middle of the night, and go farther and farther on the 'inhuman road'.

If Holsey picked it up, Unike is definitely the dearest, so Zhang Jing loves her very much.

Just when Zhang Jing was empathetic, Holsey decided to kill Lyndon B. Cullen in order to clear his suspicions, as a way to prove her innocence.

It's not the first killing, it's not the second killing, it's handed over to the killer loyal to the family to execute, and execute it as soon as possible.

The young owner was in a hurry, and the killer decided to execute it in the second half of the night that night.

At three o'clock in the morning, he touched Lyndon B. Cullen's apartment, stabbed him to death on the bed, and then lit the sheets, turned on the gas, and caused a fire.

The whole process is silky, I don't know how many times I repeat it.