Chapter 1405 Conspiracy

This is a very intimate club in New York, decorated in an English style. A thin, tall old man in his sixties was sitting on the seat, and the tall buildings of New York could be seen behind him. The clothes on his body are very elegant, and one can feel that he is a rigorous and meticulous person. In this huge office, there are still four burly men in black suits standing. From their hands, it can be seen that they are all hands that have experienced many battles or often hold guns. These four are bodyguards, and they may also be killers. This is where the headquarters of the Killer Group is located. On the surface, they are an external consulting company.

And sitting opposite him, who was a little cold and sweaty was Tasim Kingsley. From time to time, he wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief. The man sitting in front of him gave him tremendous pressure. Before the old man opened his mouth, he didn't dare to speak casually, but just sat like this, very uncomfortable, like sitting on pins and needles.

"Zhen has arrived in New York, do you know about this?" The old man finally spoke, frowning, and said to Tasim Kingsley, "If he came here for this matter, then... Things are not easy to handle. How do you think our transaction should be settled?"

"I...I can undo..." Tasim Kingsley wiped his sweat and said, "But I can bear your losses, all the losses related to this matter, I can..."

"No, no, friend, money is only one aspect. We lost manpower, so... I don't want to lose our reputation. Although I don't want to end up like Diego Farrell, we will play by our rules .But...all you need to give us is 100 million U.S. dollars, and we are prepared to suffer any possible retaliation. This is not that we have breached the contract, but that you have not provided us with a target person at all. The real situation caused us to have problems." The old man frowned and looked at Tasim Kingsley, and said with a serious face.

"100 million dollars?" Tasim Kingsley couldn't help leaning back, but the chair blocked his body, and he wiped his sweat. Although 100 million dollars is not difficult for him. Although he is rich. But 100 million US dollars is really going to be given to this old man like this. It was like a bolt from the blue to him.

"Can it be less? I... can't afford so much money!" Tasim said with trembling hands. If it was a cover-up, he would rather fight. The magic of money is far greater than his current threat. Typical guy who wants money and lives.

"This is not a bargain. We have carefully evaluated your assets. You can definitely get this much money, as long as you sell a few properties. We can give you time, five days...within five days. Finish it For all of this, we need cash transfer. But don’t worry, when you handle this matter, we will also handle the entrusted business.” The old man shook his head slightly, “Remember, within five days, I will Someone will give you an account number!"

"God!" Tasim Kingsley cried out silently in his mind. He didn't know how he left this place, and he was in a trance all the time.

Came back by car. Even when Michael opened the car door for him after he got home, he was stunned for a long time before he recovered, until Michael called him several times.

Back in his study, Tasim Kingsley said to Michael: "Call Rocco, I have something to ask him to do!" Then he sat down weakly. He sat in front of the desk in a daze, facing the lawn and woods outside the window. There is even the idea that all this has nothing to do with him.

"Dad, what's going on?" Crowe hurriedly opened the door, rushed in, stood in front of Tasim Kingsley, and said with some dissatisfaction, "We still have to ask for those Human? No matter how powerful he is, Zhen Fan. But is his daughter that powerful? Just a little girl, a damn bitch!"

"Shut up, you bastard. Pack your things now and get out of here, preferably out of America, no matter where, I'll give you some money. Wherever it goes, incognito, if you can , you will be able to save your life. Do you know?" Tasim Kingsley yelled loudly at Crowe.

"My God, what's the matter?" Crowe said loudly to Tasim Kingsley, "Even if we start a war, we won't necessarily lose. We have men and weapons, and we don't know them Anyone is worse, why run away like a dog?"

"Get out, get out of here quickly, Michael, take this bastard away, no matter what method you use, get this guy out of here, send him out until he gets on the plane. No matter which country you go to, as long as it's not here!" Sudden Tower Sim? Kingsley yelled like crazy.

Crowe was frightened by Tasim Kingsley's expression. In the final analysis, although he was stern, he was still a child, only seventeen years old, so he was frightened by Tasim just now and pulled by Michael. Then I went out. Tasim watched his son leave before he let out a breath slowly, hoping there was still time.

Obviously, after talking with that old man for a long time, in fact, an old fox like him can already guess what the old man wants. Their so-called reputation is actually not important at all. What they want is his property, which is all of him. They will never touch those two girls again. They only care about money, not how to get it. The so-called 100 million dollars is just a cover, what they want is all of themselves, even their lives.

Maybe they had already started planning, when they knew Claire's identity. Damn it, is he really old? Can't even see such a conspiracy? Since they are a killer group, don't expect them to say anything to themselves, they will betray you at any time. Maybe they have gone to Zhen Fan to apologize and ask for peace by this time.

Maybe they will join Zhen Fan in seeking their own property. Damn it, I must send my son out. The key is that I can't move. If I move, they will know that none of them will be able to escape. I hope my son can escape, God bless!

After being pulled out by Michael, Crowe yelled at him: "What are you doing? Do I still want to follow your orders?"

Michael shrugged his shoulders indifferently and smiled: "Of course, you can decide where you want to go, but I tell you, your father is already planning for you, if you don't leave today, maybe you won't be able to leave tomorrow .They'll ambush shooters near your villa, do you know what they do? They do murder, and... how many bodyguards do you see in your house? They've all left, the place has been The field is cleared!"

"You mean they want to kill us? God, why is that? We give them money, we give them jobs, why do they want to kill us in turn? They don't give credit!" Crowe yelled at Michael loudly . "If they're gonna come in, I'll show 'em. Damn it. It's all because of that bitch, and I'm going to kill 'em, where are they? In Des Moines? I'm going to Des Moines now, I'll blow their heads off!" As he spoke, he actually took out a pistol from his back, waved it around, and tried to struggle to get away from Michael.

Michael took off his gun, turned his hand backwards, pushed him and said, "Hurry up, or it will be too late if you don't leave." He said. Regardless of how he struggled, resisted and cursed, he stuffed him into a car, reversed the driving position, and drove away without waiting for him to react.

Tasim Kingsley watched from the window as Michael sent Crowe to the car and drove away from the villa, he couldn't help but slowly heaved a sigh of relief. The whole thing started after that killer died. It started to fall out of my control. The Killer is dead, so the Killer Cartel re-investigates the identity of the target. After learning Claire's identity, they didn't plan to carry out this task at all, and instead counted the loss on themselves. So the so-called negotiation started, and the so-called conditions were set out to confuse myself. Let yourself be fooled, when you really want to transfer the 100 million US dollars. They may coerce themselves into authorizing the transfer of all property.

"Shit, it's all shit. You damned bastard!" Kingsley couldn't help but yelled out again after thinking about it. He didn't know whether to yell at his son or those killers who ate people but didn't spit out their bones. group. It's just a joke to mention any credibility with a killer group. He is a politician. It was his own failure that he hadn't thought of this level.

"Now it's finally time to pay it back." Tasim Kingsley sighed and sat limply on the chair. Dealing with the killer group is like dealing with the devil. Now it's time to hand over your soul. The dividends previously obtained from them will be returned to them in a small amount. Maybe they also have a lot of evidence of their own.

Crowe was driven by Michael on the highway. Seeing that cars have left the city and started to run on desolate roads, there are not many mountainous areas in this generation, and this road is relatively desolate. After the initial anger, Crowe slowly calmed down. He looked out of the car window and couldn't help frowning.

"Hey Michael, you're going the wrong way. We shouldn't be going this way. If it's going to the airport, are we going the wrong way? It's as desolate as a nuclear explosion. Even the dog I can't even see it!" Crowe, who was sitting in the back seat, said loudly to Michael who was driving in the front seat.

"No, that's right, we're going this way!" Michael answered his words without looking back, then turned the steering wheel violently, the car left the road and started heading towards the desolate slope. As they got farther and the road became more and more desolate, Crowe finally screamed loudly.

"Michael, what do you want to do? What are you going to do? Where are you taking me?" Crowe yelled like a woman, and he crawled forward like crazy, trying to grab the steering wheel from Michael's hand, but Michael's elbow kicked back hard, and Crowe's nose bled blood. Throwing her head back, she immediately lost all resistance, and she just whimpered, cowardly like a woman.

I don't know how long I drove, but the car stopped suddenly. Michael got out of the car, opened the back door, grabbed Crowe by the collar, and dragged him out of the car like a dead dog. Crowe struggled at first, and Michael stepped on his thigh On the ground, there was a miserable howl, and he didn't dare to move anymore. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)

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