One Thousand One Hundred and Fifty Two: He Said He Was Going to Fulfill His Promise

Caesar was in a bar. No one dared to disturb him. Only a few pretty girls came to pour drinks.

Not long after, a man came over and dismissed the girls: "I'll talk to him."

Caesar raised his head, thinking he was an ignorant guy, but he saw Duerson.

He waved to these girls: "Go ahead."

Duerson sat across from him and unscrewed a wine bottle. The very expensive red wine must have been sold by collectors on the black market.

"I want to take it back and treasure it." Caesar stopped him with some distress.

Duerson had already unscrewed it and poured himself a glass. After drinking it in one gulp, he said, "Without wasting time, how is the collection of information on the Morgan family members going?"

Caesar quickly grabbed the remaining bottle of red wine. This bottle cost 100,000 US dollars, and it was a luxury item worth millions of dollars to buy in China. It’s not that Caesar is stingy because he doesn’t have money, it’s that there is only a small amount of this wine in the world. If one bottle is missing, there will be no bottle left. This is not a wine that money can solve.

"Tell me first, are you the one who logged in to that account?" Caesar asked hurriedly.

"Don't talk about this yet, give me all the member information you prepared." Duerson said.

"What are you doing, are you going to kill everyone in Morgan single-handedly? Don't have any wishful thinking. I'm an intelligence expert and I know that a military zone has been built directly around the Morgan family. Each member has top-notch experts around them, all of whom were selected from Sin City. Although you are good at escaping, you can't beat them. We only have so many brothers left. Benjamin and Statham are still inside. I will find a way to get them out. Don't go in again. I have negotiated with the four gangs. Yes, we will deploy them together."

Duerson grinned: "I know that two bottles of red wine like this have flowed into the black market. If you want to give it to me, I will tell you a big news."

"What good news can you tell me? Are you laughing at me? I'm an intelligence worker. If you have good information that I don't know about, I can be laid off." Caesar snorted.

Duerson shook his head and smiled: "You will never expect this information from me. Well, if you are not interested, then just pretend I didn't come."

With that said, Duerson was ready to leave.

Caesar: "Where can I find another bottle?"

Duerson smiled: "You have to ask yourself this. You are engaged in intelligence. I don't believe you don't know where the other bottle is."

Caesar was speechless, being tricked by Duerson. He does know!

Duerson walked less than ten steps with his back to Caesar. Caesar finally said: "Don't you want intelligence information? Why did you leave?"

Duerson still didn't look back, but with his back to Caesar, he smiled.

After Caesar walked out of the bar, he stood up and walked to the door of the bar and shouted at Duerson's back: "You win! Tell me."

Duerson shouted to him from across the street: "Send the information to my email, if someone wants to use it."

Caesar: "Who wants to use it?"

Duerson: "Of course he is the owner of the account. Do you think it was really me? Where do I have the password?"

Caesar's pupils dilated instantly and he was about to run over, but a car sped over and almost missed him. Caesar could only stand there, feeling excited and nervous as he asked Duerson opposite: "What the hell are you talking about?" Really? Today isn’t April Fools’ Day?”

Duerson made the 'two' sign: "Remember my two bottles of wine and get ready to start work. He said he was going to fulfill his promise."

Caesar's face was full of ecstasy, his body was trembling with excitement, and his blood was flowing feverishly.

"Tell him to be on call at any time!"

A car passed by on the road. After the car left, Caesar could no longer see Duerson on the opposite side. He disappeared and left.

Caesar's smile kept hanging on his face, and suddenly, he threw his head back and laughed loudly.

That kind of madness, that kind of unscrupulousness, brought him back to the state he was in when he was a stranger.

He walked back all the way on the road, a maniacal smile on his face.

The people on the road looked at him and commented: "This man is so arrogant."

"The last time someone was drunk and laughed like this maniacally on this street, he was beaten to death. I saw his body in the suburbs the next day."

"If you go and beat this man up, you will definitely be among the corpses in the suburbs the next day."

"He doesn't seem to care about the fact that he has a reward of 1.5 billion, isn't he afraid that someone will suddenly come and kill him?"

"Because he is a stranger! Have you ever seen a stranger who was afraid of anyone? Even Americans dare to attack him. In their eyes, what else is worth fearing?"

"It's really strong for a person to be in his free and easy state."

"To be honest, if I were a member of the Strangers, I would be crazier and more arrogant than him."

"It's an insult to a foreigner that someone like you can enter a foreigner!"

"..."

at the same time.

The Yike account updated another comment: Many people seem to have forgotten us, it’s time to come out and dance.

as expected.

As netizens guessed, Stranger is going to cause trouble.

But in Morgan's bedroom, the patriarch looked at this talk, then looked at the gene death report on the table, and sneered: "A bunch of clowns, bluffing, think they can scare me? Two people who threaten me Everyone is dead, what do you have to fight with me?”

At this time, a call came from the British Royal Palace.

After Patriarch Morgan picked up the phone, William asked in a panic: "Old sir, are you sure we will be fine, right? I always feel that strangers will come again. That account needs to be resolved."

"Don't worry, your royal family is used to being afraid of that devil, but he is already dead. As long as you listen to me, I can restore your royal family to its previous glory. I will ask the CEO of the social company to close that account."

"Okay, then I'm relieved." After hanging up the phone, the butler beside William said with some worry: "King, there is something I don't know whether I should say."

"I know what you are going to say, but that person has been defeated. Now the world is Morgan's. What else can I do? Do you want the royal family to be destroyed in my hands?" William smiled bitterly.

Chief Butler: "But I always feel that the Queen's vision must be correct. If that person had not died, then the royal family would have been truly destroyed!"

"No, no one can survive such a catastrophe, unless he is a god!" William said: "Also, chief steward, are you too old? Don't pretend to be a queen, I will be the king for half a year. Well, if you can’t tell the priorities, then resign.”

The chief butler sighed: "It seems that I am indeed old. The reason why I stayed here is to implement the queen's last wish and assist you, the king. Now that you have chosen to cooperate with the Morgan family against her wishes, then I will assist you again. Indeed, Sorry Queen, I am willing to resign."

With that said, the butler withdrew.

"Go away!" William snorted.