Chapter 2984 2988 [Curacao: Let Me Go]

Hearing this, Belmode couldn't help but glance at the youngest son of the main house: "..." Although you seem to be mentally prepared, unfortunately, what you are worried about is probably far less than what you are about to be Worrying.

...However, it cannot be ruled out that this guy is the murderer, he just likes to pretend. Otherwise, he would just go back to the family, why would he specially invite a group of outsiders to accompany him? ——No matter how timid he is, a man in his twenties or thirties cannot be so scared that he dare not go home alone.

After a brief period of confusion, Belmode suddenly thought of something.

She flashed her inspiration, took out her phone, and quietly opened a hidden program.

——Anti-Dynasty League…

No, it is a passerby mutual aid club.

"I am idle too. Instead of thinking alone, I might as well send it over and let them gamble on the murderer." Belmode touched his chin, "I don't want some small Wu coins, but I have many people and strong power, so I gather those guys' Analysis may show Uzzo’s intention today, so that I can protect those two children.”

In addition, speaking of it, I don’t know how many styles of Xiaowu coins the vodka guy has produced.

At present, according to Belmode's observation, their design prototypes seem to be the fancy business cards that Jiang Xia tinkered with.

"I remember when I was dressed as a school doctor at Didan Middle School, I occasionally saw some girls holding Jiang Xia's business cards to communicate with each other. Judging from those business cards that are updated from time to time, there should be many types of corresponding Xiaowu coins... I really want to Let vodka send a typography to check it out. Unfortunately, that guy is probably not that easy to talk to in this regard."

While muttering in his heart, Belmode followed the crowd in a low-key manner and pushed open the door of the house.

...

The door to the home.

In addition to the elderly Damen couple, there was also a maid, Damen family’s eldest son, Damen family’s eldest daughter-in-law… and a lawyer found by the president of Damen.

Curacao wore ordinary short black hair, flat glasses on his nose, held a pen in his hand, and sat on the sofa in the living room professionally, listening to the old man opposite him chattering.

When people get older, they are always anxious. The younger the people with ambitions, the more likely they are to be anxious about the passing time - of course the same is true for the president of the Damen.

Thinking of his stupid eldest son who was incompetent, and thinking of the smart but unprofessional youngest son, the president of the main gate couldn't help but snorted coldly, regretting that he didn't have another third and fourth child.

But it was too late to regret now, so he could only start paving the way for his descendants, so he specially found a lawyer to record his will.

In the living room.

While listening to the stubborn old man, Curacao found useful information from the large number of complaints and recorded it in the notebook.

He seems to be a dedicated and reliable lawyer. However, in fact, as an organization cadre, Curasoe made a trip to Tokyo, of course not to record a will for an elderly man, but...

"We originally cooperated well, but every time we change our power and we plan to pass the throne to future generations, these old guys like to do something to whitewash."

Curacao sighed silently in his heart: "They don't really think that the organization is just an ordinary illegal enterprise. If you want to break off the connection, you can break off the connection at any time."

Curacao has seen too many similar people - organizations sometimes support their own forces, and sometimes save costs, and directly cooperate with already formed companies.

Everyone chooses different ways of cooperation. When Rum establishes contact with these presidents, he always likes to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger. He does not expose the strength and identity of the organization, but will only be an ordinary illegal club. It looks, appearing in front of the opposite side.

This leads to the presidents who want to clean up the club and pass the house to their sons cleanly, they will easily use the black organization to perform surgery... until they are stabbed in reverse, they will suddenly find out. The degree of illegality of this group of people is far beyond their previous understanding.

"It is indeed a dangerous behavior to wash your hands in the golden basin..." Curaso rubbed the pen in his hand and looked at the president of the gate opposite. His eyes, which were blocked by the flat-light lenses, slowly became cold and compassionate.

However, at this moment, suddenly, a vague conversation came from the yard, as if many people were walking towards the yard from the gate.

"Who is clamoring outside?" The president of the gate also heard the movement. He stood up and entered the corridor with great momentum. "Qusui! What's going on?!"

The maid passing by heard the call and stopped and replied: "Master, the second young master is back, and it seems that he has brought some guests."

"Guest?" The president of the gate first instinctively tidy up his clothes, and then snorted coldly, "What kind of guest is it must be his friends who are not good at it. How dare such people step into my door? I This will drive them away!”

As he said that, he ignored the lawyer in the room and walked straight to the entrance. The maid was afraid that the two sides would quarrel, so she took small steps and ran to the door first.

Curacao behind it: “…”

...For some reason, my heart and eyelids were beating, as if something bad was about to happen.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

She was about to observe secretly from afar, but at this moment, her phone buzzed and a prompt popped up.

When Curacao heard this unique earthquake, he was silent for a moment, and his premonition of badness was unprecedentedly amplified.

She had a faint urge to throw her phone away, but her strong sense made her finally take out her phone and enter the mini program with a familiarity.

I looked closely and found out: In the passerby mutual aid club, someone met Uzzo by chance and opened a gambling plate.

After a closer look at the content, Curacao's eyes turned black.

——This guy is too ecstasy! She is obviously not in Tokyo anymore, so why do she still meet him when she goes on a mission?

But now it’s time to worry about these things. What’s important is what to do next.

"The only good news is that since I met Uzzo, there is no need to worry about the task of "eliminating him before the president of Damen completes the social change" - according to the character of the president of Damen that I have observed at present, he is afraid that I can't live the first night with Uzzo.

“That is, it doesn’t make sense for me to stay here…I’ll send a message pretending to have an emergency work and drive back.”

Thinking of this, Curacao stood up and planned to retreat politely.

However, at this moment, she suddenly felt something was wrong.

She quickly walked to the window and looked out and saw that the car she was driving was slightly tilting strangely at this time. When she looked closely, it turned out that the tire on one side had flat.

Curacao: “…”

Uzzo—! !