"John?"

Through the light, Eva saw the person she was familiar with.

Little Rockefeller held the steering wheel in his hands, panting, and looked at Harriman in a pool of blood right in front of the car.

Without saying a word, Eva rushed to the car, not forgetting to pick up her leather case on the way.

She threw the box through the window into the car, then reached in, opened the door and jumped into the car.

"Drive!"

Eva said to Rockefeller Jr.

"Where are you going?" The eldest young master obviously hasn't recovered yet.

"Wherever you go, get out of here first." Eva was far calmer than Rockefeller Jr.

Little Rockefeller's adrenaline is clearly still in a high state.

He slammed the steering wheel, kicked the accelerator, and sped along the riverside road.

Harriman's driver was smoking a cigarette and leaning against the door in boredom.

His boss told him to stay here and wait, and not to go in if he heard any movement.

He and Harriman watched Eva walk into the clothing store.

"The boss is playing more and more now, is it possible to fight a field battle with his stunner lover on the riverside?"

Just when the driver was still imagining.

A car slammed out of the corner and whizzed past him, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Ahem, ahem, you fuck."

The driver was choked and coughed, and yelled at the car that had already driven by.

But when he saw the license plate of the car by the light of the street lamp, he was stunned.

“003”！

As one of the first people to buy a vehicle in New York, the owner of this number is still familiar to everyone in the driver's circle.

Little Rockefeller.

How could this eldest young master appear here, racing wildly on the deserted road near the river in the middle of the night.

The driver pouted and cursed, and then returned to the car.

He leaned back in his chair and continued to wait for his boss to return.

Meanwhile.

221 New York Avenue, in front of the Masonic Salon.

A car pulled up on the side of the road, and a young man stepped out of the cab.

He walked to the gate and took off his hat.

"Mr. Rockefeller Jr., please show your badge." The waiter at the door said to the man with a smile.

"Why do you want to look at my badge when you know me?" The man's hands were in his pockets and he asked, squinting his eyes.

"This is the rule, young master, I said it last time." The waiter still smiled, "What if you're disguised?" ”

The man reached into his pocket, pulled out the Rockefeller family's exclusive Masonic badge, and showed it to the waiter.

"Please come in!"

The man walked into the saloon.

As he walked, he looked up at the portraits of Freemasonic pioneers hanging on either side of the corridor.

"It turns out that this organization is real." The man muttered to himself.

He hadn't even reached the end of the hallway when the sound of heated discussion in the room could be heard.

"If you don't want to find a way, Northern Securities will definitely be finished! Northern Securities is finished, and we can't tell who is next! ”

"It's useless, I'm going to audit, the evidence from the government's side is endless, and one is worse than the other, Northern Securities is not saved."

"What about Hannah? What did he say? Just let Roosevelt mess around like this? What's the difference between doing this within the Republican Party and those fellows in the Democratic Party? ”

The man turned out of the hallway and into the living room.

Sitting in the living room are still those business tycoons, monopoly tycoons in various industries.

These people have their own ghosts, but they know the truth of cold lips and teeth, so they have to think of a way together while raising the bar.

Morgan sat in his chair, deep in thought.

There was a chair across from him that was empty.

The crowd noticed little Rockefeller standing in the doorway.

Most of them have the impression that this junior is just an alcoholic.

It's a far cry from his shrewd, resilient dad.

But this man is surprisingly sober today.

Rockefeller Jr. walked over to the chair across from Morgan and sat down, staring intently at Morgan across from him.

"I have good news and bad news, which do you want to hear first?" He said to Morgan suddenly.

Morgan raised his head and looked curiously at the rich kid in front of him who he had never paid attention to before.

The way this man speaks now reminds him of a Chinese, with a "Chen" flavor.

"What's the bad news first?" Morgan was interested.

"The lawsuit of Northern Securities has been lost." Rockefeller Jr. said, "Even if you can kill Roosevelt." ”

"Don't count on Hannah, I talked to him, it's the general trend, if the Republicans want to stay in power."

He glanced at the jaw-dropping tycoons around him.

"The federal government is tightening its grip and influence over the country, and your time is over."

"Stinky boy, do you know what you're talking about?" Mining tycoon Schmitz got up from his chair and his eyes widened.

"You should thank my father for taking away those two broken mines in St. Luciana at a high price." Little Rockefeller replied mercilessly, "Otherwise, you'd have only had to beg for food in the lower town right now." ”

Schmitz was deflated.

Indeed, if old Rockefeller hadn't pulled him twenty years ago, he would have jumped off the bridge long ago.

"Your father is your father, you are you, you are something." He muttered quietly.

"My father has retired, and I now represent the Rockefeller family!" Rockefeller Jr. pulled out his badge.

"Enough! This is not the place for you to quarrel! Morgan spoke.

His words were coercive, as if they had a thousand weights, and the living room suddenly fell silent.

"And what about the good news?" Morgan looked at Rockefeller Jr., "I want to hear good news." ”

"The good news is that being split up doesn't mean the end of the world, and you still have a chance to make a fortune."

Little Rockefeller stood up.

"The Rockefeller family would like to share with you some opportunities to face the great changes that are coming."

Harriman's driver waited in the car for hours, but never waited for his boss's return.

The more he pondered it, the more he felt that something was not right.

So he jumped out of the car and walked towards the clothing store called "Urban Beauty" with a lantern.

The door of the clothing store was closed, and it was pitch black inside, apparently closed.

After knocking on the door a few times without responding, the driver walked around to the back of the clothing store and walked to the river.

The riverside was deserted, with only sporadic street lamps.

The driver walked along the road by the river, looking around and calling out his boss's name:

"Mr. Harriman! Mr. Harriman! ”

However, no one responded to him.

Suddenly, he tripped over something on his foot and fell forward.

The driver's hand was propped up to the ground, saving himself from the situation of "dog eating".

"Damn, who put sandbags on the road!" The driver cursed and went to pick up the lantern that had been left behind.

He suddenly felt his hands sticky.

I guess I don't feel any disgusting dirt.

The driver put his hand in front of his nose and sniffed it.

A smell of blood crept into the driver's nose.

He hurriedly lifted the lantern and illuminated his surroundings.

It's okay not to look at it, but it almost scared him half to death.

A man threw himself in a pool of blood.

The clothes and body shape on his body looked unusually familiar to the driver.

He mustered up the courage to turn the man over, carrying a lantern to illuminate the man's face.

He could recognize that face, even though it was stained with sludge and blood.

Who is not his boss Harriman?

The breath is gone, it's already cold.

The driver ran back to his car in despair, and drove the car to report the crime first.

"I've been dead for hours." After examining the body, the sheriff looked at the driver who was standing aside and didn't dare to come out, "You said, you saw Mr. Rockefeller Jr.'s car passing by here before?" ”

"Well, yes, I saw the number of that car, it's 003! It was little Rockefeller's car, undoubtedly, and no vehicle passed by here except him! The driver replied firmly.

"Well, that's a big suspicion." The sheriff nodded, "Does Mr. Morgan know about this?" ”

The driver shook his head: "I haven't had time to inform him yet." ”

"Then let's go find him." The sheriff turned to the other officers and said, "You guys survey the scene!" See if you can find other clues. ”

The sheriff asked around, only to learn that Morgan was in a private salon.

He took the driver to 221 New York Avenue when the party inside had just ended.

A kind of giant is leaving the door of the salon and saying goodbye to each other.

"Mr. Morgan, I have a very urgent matter to tell you." When the sheriff saw Morgan come out, he immediately walked up.

"Huh? Excuse me, Mr. Sheriff. Morgan put on his hat.

"Your company's vice president, Mr. Harriman, was killed by the river a few hours ago." "The suspect is likely to be Rockefeller Jr." ”

"Who?" Morgan looked at the sheriff with a strange expression.

"The eldest son of the Rockefeller family, Rockefeller Jr." "Harriman's driver saw his car pass by," the sheriff said. ”

"Are you talking about me?"

A voice came from behind Morgan.

Both the driver and the sheriff looked at the person who spoke in disbelief.

Little Rockefeller walked out of the salon with a calm expression.

"Are you guys mistaken? Mr. Rockefeller has been here tonight. Morgan frowned.

Other tycoons have also turned back.

"I'm here as promised after dinner."

Little Rockefeller smiled and walked up to the sheriff, handed him a cigar, and led him to his car.

The license plate number "003", intact and without any signs of impact.

The sheriff took a deep breath.

He turned around and looked solemnly at the stunned driver:

"Sir, please come with me to the police station now."