Chapter 667 Captive Lion?

"Is it all resolved?" Craig raised the glass and admired the crystal clear liquid in the glass by the light. It looked as beautiful as molten crystal.

From the moment he came, the fate of others was already sealed.

Like Craig said, it needs an account, and these filthy bugs are the account.

To be honest, he wasn't nervous about Li Zitao, a yellow-skinned Chinese, even if he knew who did it, it didn't matter.

The current performance is just to fight for more interests.

As long as the people behind him give up some profits, he can obediently put away his fangs and become a captive lion again.

"Yes, it's all settled." A strange voice sounded.

Li Zitao sat beside him, and the smile on Craig's face froze instantly.

Why is he here? Isn't he in Los Angeles?

"It's strange why I came here?" Li Zitao put the golden python revolver on the table and looked at him with a smile on his face: "Of course I came to see you, Craig."

"Hehe..." With a dry smile, Craig put down his wine glass, scanned the pistol on the table with the corner of his eye and said, "Is there some misunderstanding here, Charlie?"

"Well, I think so." Li Zitao turned and walked to the bar, picked up an empty glass and sat back, poured himself a glass of wine and said with a smile: "Why don't you pick it up?"

"What?" Craig didn't seem to understand what he was talking about.

After taking a sip of wine, Li Zitao asked curiously, "It seems that you are a smart person, but why do you do stupid things?"

"I said Charlie, it was a misunderstanding...how is my man?" Craig's heart tensed when he found his hand on the butt of his gun.

"Of course he is dead." He said with a smile on the corner of his mouth, but Li Zitao's eyes did not fluctuate at all, his calmness made people feel terrible.

"I want to take back what I just said, Craig...you are not as smart as I thought." Li Zitao pointed the muzzle of the gun at his temple.

"Charlie Lee, do you know what you're doing?" Craig grabbed the cup nervously and said sharply, "I'm a federal general, army staff officer, bang..."

The mixed smell of gunpowder and blood was a bit pungent, and the corpse beside him fell heavily on the ground, with the frightened and angry expression still frozen on his face before he died.

Maybe he forgot that even a captive male lion is still a male lion. Putting away his fangs and claws does not mean that his wildness has disappeared, but it is quietly hidden by it.

"So what?" Li Zitao glanced at the dying Craig lightly, and Li Zitao put the golden python on the table, picked up the wine glass and savored it carefully.

"Boss, everything has been dealt with." Danny walked over and glanced at the corpse on the ground calmly.

"Well, where is the plane?" Li Zitao asked casually.

"Two hours to land," Danny said.

"What about the other targets?"

"If all goes well, the retreat has already begun." Looking at his watch, Danny said lightly.

"Phew..." Breathing out, Li Zitao took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and carefully wiped the cup in his hand.

After doing this, Li Zitao stood up from his seat, and Danny also took out a few bottles of spirits from the bar and smashed them on the floor.

The moment Li Zitao walked out of the club, Danny threw the lighter in his hand.

"Let's go to the airport." Li Zitao led the people to the forest beside the road after glancing at the burning room.

...

At the same time, Junius Morgan, who was discussing cooperation in London, came out of the building and suddenly felt a little irritated looking at the crowded street.

"I want to go for a walk." Said to the driver, Junius walked forward, and the driver had no choice but to drive behind him.

At this time, two young homeless men ran over, looking about fifteen or sixteen years old, bowed to him fawningly and said, "Sir, can you give me some money to buy lunch?"

"Okay." Junius smiled, reaching for his wallet.

Suddenly, two homeless men rushed into his arms,

The sharp blade pierced into the abdomen, causing Junius' face to flush instantly.

Puff puff--

The two supported his body, one left and one right, and after stabbing a few times quickly, they turned their heads and rushed to the alley beside them.

When the driver noticed the anomaly and rushed over, only Junius fell to the ground and twitched slowly.

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New York, Federen's Café.

Two well-dressed men sat by the window and read the newspaper, enjoying a wonderful afternoon.

Around them, sat a group of ferocious strong men, making everyone who saw them look away in fear.

Suddenly, two men in trench coats appeared outside the window, standing there curiously.

Shaking the newspaper in their hands, the two looked out curiously, with threats and smiles in their eyes, wanting to see what the hell these two guys were doing.

It's just that what greeted them was not begging or fear, but a double-barreled shotgun emerging from under the windbreaker.

Boom...

public bath.

A man was lying by the pool enjoying a massage when something hard suddenly pressed against his forehead.

boom!

Shards of broken porcelain flew everywhere, and a hole appeared in the center of the chubby face.

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Ohio, Curtiss Research and Development Division.

Harlan Curtis was in a meeting on the second floor when suddenly there was a scream downstairs.

"What happened?" Curtis frowned, went to the window and opened the lily curtain to look down.

Six F931s were parked on the street, and the fronts of the cars headed straight for the building. The black gun muzzles on the roof made him look ashen, "He is here."

chug chug...

Stone chips flew around, and the entire second floor seemed to be ravaged by a storm. When six cars left, the entire meeting room had become a real hell.

...

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Washington, the White House.

"Mr. President, we are in big trouble." The office door was suddenly pushed open, and Roosevelt felt a little uneasy when he saw the approaching chief of staff.

"What is it?" After taking the document, Roosevelt just glanced at the first line, and his eyes suddenly tightened.

Three shooting incidents occurred in New York, two mafia bosses and a wealthy businessman were killed on the spot, their faces blasted into mud by 25-caliber shotguns.

Junius Morgan, who is in London, the successor of Jr. Morgan was stabbed nineteen times by a homeless man on the street. His life and death are uncertain. He is currently being rescued in the Royal Hospital.

The president of Curtiss, Harlan Curtiss, was shot dead with a Browning heavy machine gun while attending a conference in Ohio. The inside was like a slaughterhouse run over by a meat grinder.

"Where's Charlie Lee?" Roosevelt asked through gritted teeth with gloomy eyes.

"His plane landed at Turlock three hours ago," said the chief of staff.

"Then he must have been in the sky when these things happened." Roosevelt looked at his chief of staff mockingly.

"We are doing our best to collect clues." The chief of staff said with his head down.

jingle.

The phone rang outside, and the secretary pushed the door open and said softly, "Mr. President, Mr. Jack Morgan is online, and he wants to talk to you in person."

Bang, leaving the documents on the table, Roosevelt leaned back and said with a tired face: "Now the trouble is coming, damn it... don't they know how to stop when enough is enough?"