Chapter 792 There Are Five Minutes Left (Please Subscribe!)

U.S.

New York suburbs.

Inside Polk's villa.

After dinner, Polk sat in the living room watching the news.

The housekeeper stood by, waiting for orders at any time. There were two confidant bodyguards on duty in the house. It was raining heavily outside the window, and the cool air poured in from the window and blew straight towards Polk.

"Crack... stare... cack... pedal..."

Polk kept opening and closing the lighter cap in his hand.

This is a habit he developed when he was in the military. Whenever he encounters an extremely big thing, Polk will take out this treasured lighter, because the sound can calm his mind.

At this time, Polk frowned tightly.

Thinking about Chai Ren in his mind.

He has sent people to investigate in detail in the two failures, but the result is that he has a big head.

Muriel and their bodies were found yesterday.

As he had guessed, more than 100 people wrapped Muriel, not missing, but all dead, in an uninhabited tribal ruins, if someone strayed while hunting.

Muriel's death can't be confirmed by them yet, it can only be defined as disappearance, because there are too many black mines in Congo, the ghost knows if they were caught to open black mines and dig diamonds, although the possibility is a little bit. Small.

The body has now been found.

It definitely has something to do with Chai Ren.

The key to the second plan was to send Chai Ren to the branch.

In this way, even if Moy is looking for it, it will be hours after he finds it. At that time, it is estimated that he has succeeded, but the plan is still destroyed. Now the few African policemen are lying in the hospital, and this life is basically useless.

To say that it has nothing to do with Chai Ren, Polk wouldn't believe it if he was killed.

Now Polk is not afraid of Chai Ren.

What he is afraid of now is the people who help Polk.

Someone who can plan rescues and car accidents in a very short time is definitely not a small role.

And it is ruthless. It is estimated that if it is not for the influence of scruples, it is unknown whether these African policemen are still alive. This is a group of people whose intelligence and strength are beyond his imagination, and even the organization he often buys intelligence cannot give a specific description. .

Chai Ren didn't mess with him last time.

I don't even dare to think about it this time.

but.

Those who can't help Chai Ren will not take action.

To this end, he also specially invited more than twenty Heishui bodyguards to be vigilant and lurking around the villa.

Strengthening the security force in case of any accident, Polk also regretted it a little at this time, especially when he saw the photos that made him sick, the ruthlessness of this group of people made him a little terrified.

He is not afraid of any aboveboard means.

But I am afraid that others will be unruly like him.

This should be what all people like them are most afraid of. Many times they are doing things outside the law, and even manipulating the law to achieve their own goals. The most feared are the outlaws, because the outlaws are not afraid of the law.

"boom..."

After a flash of lightning, there was a dull thunder.

Polk's heartbeat accelerated a bit, and then quickly calmed down.

The news is reporting a murder case in New York City. A rich man was found dead at home, and the money and property in the safe were taken away. The New York police initially suspected that his little lover colluded with the local ruffian.

Partnership.

Similar things happen every day in the United States, and Polk is not surprised, but he is a little afraid that he will have the same day.

Walked a lot at night.

inevitably encounter puppets

He really didn't think God would bless someone like him.

"You said, should I stop?" Polk murmured.

This was said to the butler behind him.

The housekeeper is the person he trusts the most. He helps him with internal and external affairs, and is also involved in many illegal things. After all, they are in the mining business, so how can they survive without any means.

Bright and dark, dead and wounded, they have done too much.

It is also a habit, and he will start to have the first plan for Chai Ren.

Just want to spend some money to watch a show, you know, he didn't hire a killer, just sent someone to reveal some information about Chai Ren to Muriel, and the whole calculation, he spent less than half a million dollars .

Half a million dollars to see a play, he thinks it's worth it.

It's just that things are a little different, and this scene doesn't work out.

"Boom..." Another flash of lightning flashed across.

Stop for a minute.

Polk didn't wait for the butler's answer, and was a little puzzled. The butler always answered quickly.

Turn around.

When you can see the person standing next to you.

Like a cat whose tail was stepped on, Poker's face changed suddenly, he stood up with a swipe, and looked at the stranger in front of him with a solemn expression. With a glance, his housekeeper was lying on a chair not far away.

Eyes closed, life and death uncertain.

There was not only one person in front of him, but three, all wearing sunglasses, watching him quietly.

A chill surged from the soles of the feet to the head.

Looking at the three strangers in front of him, Polk's scalp tingled.

These people can come in silently, bypassing all the surveillance and bodyguards to come here, it is obvious that the comers are not good, and they have not done anything now. I don't know if they are waiting for someone or asking for something else.

Because I was too frightened just now.

Polk forgot to grab the gun under the coffee table.

Yu Guang glanced.

Polk wanted to sit down and get a gun, but felt that the group wasn't afraid of him holding a gun at all.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Polk forced himself to calm down.

"Mr. Polk, there are still five minutes, please wait a moment." The big man in black next to him said lightly.

five minutes?

Who are you waiting for?

Polk asked again: "Who's coming?"

"Four and a half," the man replied again.

The words of this person in front of him gave Polk hope. It seemed that someone was going to talk to him about something. He just hoped that he was not an enemy, and there was room for negotiation. He was the best at negotiation.

"How is my housekeeper?" Polk asked concerned.

"He's fine, don't worry, he just passed out," said the big man in black.

hear this.

Polk felt that these people were friends but not enemies, otherwise he would not be so polite, and he was relieved. If he came to kill him, there should not be so much nonsense. Thinking of this, Polk sat down again.

Pick up the wine glass.

Take a sip of fruit wine.

The faint fragrance lingered on the tip of his tongue, making him unforgettable.

"Would you like to sit down and have a couple of drinks." Polk smiled and invited the people in front of him to drink, because he felt that this would relieve his tense nerves, and the current atmosphere was too embarrassing.

The man shook his head.

Polk turned around and continued to watch TV. The most important thing in negotiation is mentality. He also had the experience of being negotiated with a gun pointed at the head. At that time, he was very calm because he had what others needed.

He looked at his watch.

Two minutes left.

One and a half minutes.

One minute.

half a minute.

At this time, Polk suddenly felt his heartbeat speed up a little, and it was getting faster and faster, as if his heart was about to pop out. He knew that it was his heart attack, but he had just taken the medicine not long ago.

Should not be!

The illness was too intense this time.

"Bang..." Polk stumbled and fell to the ground, his heartbeat was so fast that he couldn't even speak. He wanted to get the medicine, but before he took two steps, his eyes went black and he lost consciousness.

until the last minute.

Only then did he understand the meaning of these five minutes.

That was the countdown to his death.