Chapter 810 The great...traitor?

"Thank you, Your Excellency Abe, for your concern. I heard that his position is not very stable, and he still has the mood to care about me. It's really rare!"

Li Zitao sat across from Matsushita Taku with a smile on his face, looking at this representative who behaved like a dog's leg.

Hearing his obviously insulting words, Takumi Matsushita acted like a normal person, still smiling and said: "Your Excellency Abe has been fascinated by Mr. Li for a long time. If it is not too busy with domestic affairs, the fanatics in the military department are ready to move. He Will definitely come and visit in person.”

"Oh, then I don't know what instruction Your Excellency Abe has?" Li Zitao played with his taste.

"At Mr. Li's age, being able to achieve his current career in a foreign country is really admirable to Panasonic, and it is also the pride of everyone in East Asia.

Presumably Mr. Li also knows that Japan is a peace-loving country. We have been making important efforts for the common prosperity of East Asia.

However, due to the prejudice and conspiracy of some people, East Asia has fallen into turmoil, and Mr. Abe is very disturbed by this.

If Mr. Li can cooperate with our Great Japanese Empire to jointly create a peaceful, common prosperity, and East Asia without differences, I think you will be remembered forever by history! "

Looking at the serious face of the other party, Li Zitao laughed very shamelessly.

"Hehe, are you trying to make me a traitor?" Li Zitao really couldn't help it. Did Nobuyuki Abe fall asleep last night?

"Your Excellency Li, we are all for peace. This is a great cause. Anyone who can join in it is glorious and great."

Takumi Matsushita spoke righteously, then blinked, and said with a smile: "I don't think you want to see that your hometown is shrouded in war, right?"

"I think you made a mistake. I took an ID from the United States. Although the Far East is my hometown, there is nothing to worry about there.

But even so, if you want me to be a traitor, I really dare not do this kind of thing. You know that we Chinese all have ancestors.

If I become a traitor, after I die, I will see my ancestors below, I am afraid that I will be beaten again and come back to life! "

With a smile on his face, Li Zitao stood up from his seat and looked at the table at the corner from the corner of his eyes before walking out.

Sitting there was a white man in a coat, his arms looked bulging, and wires could be seen beside his collar.

Walking out of the hotel quickly, Li Zitao stood at the door and breathed a sigh of relief, Li Xiaobin followed from behind, calling out in a reserved tone; "Brother."

"En." He snorted calmly, and Li Zitao thought for a while and said, "When I get back, I'll just drive people out. You don't have to be polite. If you need anything, I'll help you."

He waved to Danny who was a few steps away, and waited for him to come to him and said, "Keep two people here to protect his safety."

Li Xiaobin was complaining in his heart, of course what happened, how Li Zhongci died, he probably understood a little bit.

Now that this kind of thing happened again, the person who offended the Japanese devil's high official would be shot in the head as soon as he went out in a few days.

But to Li Zitao's orders, he had no choice but to obediently, with a pitiful face, hoping that he could protect his own safety.

Seeing his unpromising appearance, Li Zitao sighed helplessly in his heart: "Let the branch send more people, that's it!"

"Thank you brother." Li Xiaobin immediately responded, his face also looked a little better.

Li Zitao ignored him and got into the car directly. The bodyguards followed, and the convoy turned around and drove north at a constant speed.

Leaning her head back a little tiredly, Bai Xue spontaneously put down the notebook in her hand, turned sideways and gently rubbed his temples.

If he guessed correctly, the person sitting in the corner should be an agent of the federal government.

The other party may have received the news and wants to collect some bags, or to catch him for something.

That's why Li Zitao had to cautiously mention the 'American ID' again, to make sure that he didn't leave any chance for the enemy to criticize.

The FBI is the most likely. He and Director Hoover are old acquaintances.

If the other party has a list of "must kills" in mind, Li Zitao must be at the top of the list.

However, there are countless people in this world who want his life, and they have long been used to it.

"How about over there?" Under Bai Xue's massage, the anger in Li Zitao's heart gradually subsided.

"The prosecutor has agreed to our terms, $100,000, cash, and no records!" The gentle voice penetrated into people's hearts like a clear stream.

"Where are the photos?" Li Zitao raised the corner of his mouth.

Can he leave something behind?

Now that a flaw is found, it is necessary to turn it into an irreparable hole in one go, so that the other party has no chance to turn back.

"It's all done, and it should be being sent to the think tank now!" Bai Xue had just finished speaking when she noticed a restless big hand on her chest.

With a red face and twisting her body, Bai Xue reached out and pressed the grille up button.

Buzz!

The black double-glazed glass went up, the curtains on both sides were drawn, and the bodyguard sitting in the co-pilot consciously turned up the volume of the radio, listening to the idiot economist inside talking about how to make waves in the stock market.

As the "closest" people around Li Zitao, the bodyguards did not have any favor with these economists.

To paraphrase a saying that BOSS often says; if it is what he said, do you think he will still sit in front of the microphone instead of the NYSE?

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Kessel was the last to leave the office at night.

The blackboard that was filled with various information a few days ago has been wiped clean, and the photos on it have also been taken down.

Taking a last look at the photo in his hand, that seemingly gentle smiling face was an evil devil in Keser's eyes.

"...It's all over." Taking out the lighter and lighting the photo, Keser threw it into the trash can, watching the burning confetti fall in the air.

From this moment on, all persistence was knocked to pieces!

Sighing helplessly, Keser wanted to be a pure white person, but the world didn't give him a chance, and he wasn't strong enough.

Standing in front of the door and taking a deep look at the familiar office, the former Keser is dead, and he is no longer himself from today.

"Mr. Kessel!" The black Ford downstairs lowered the window and handed him a thick postal package.

Keser took it with a blank expression, watched the Fords that filled the street disappear from sight, turned and walked down towards the parking lot.

There was a brand new Cadillac parked there, which was also his reward.

$100,000 a year salary, a brand new Cadillac, his wife gets a new job that earns $10,000 a year and an unknown year-end bonus.

And his daughter was also notified smoothly, Columbia University Law School is very sorry to inform them; the previous problem is that the school office made a mistake, we very much welcome your daughter to come to Columbia University Law School to study, and provide her with full scholarship.

Opening the mail bag in the car, a line of words was written on the thick document: Morgan Stanley.