Chapter 124 Taboo Seeker

9 o'clock at night.

The villa area in the suburbs of Saint Oak, as a gathering place for the rich in Opportunity City, is not occupied in every villa.

Many big bosses who have industries in Opportunity City do not live in this increasingly depressed city.

They have real estate here, but more of them just regard it as part of their asset portfolio, or simply just a place to talk business.

Rows of white three-story villas are all turned off, and only the street lights on the street emit a pale light. From a distance, it looks like the fire of wandering souls floating in the air in the dark world.

"Then, Mr. Punkser, we're going on patrol." Several sturdy bodyguards in suits and black ties bowed slightly to a thin red-haired middle-aged man in the study.

"Remember my orders, anyone, anyone who can move, try to approach here, kill them directly." Punkser said coldly.

The bodyguards walked out of the study quietly and closed the door.

This house is one of Punkser's properties. Compared with the luxurious residences, manors, and beach villas he owns in various states of the United States... this inconspicuous little villa can only be described as shabby.

One floor is only 200 square meters, which is too small. Compared with his manor in Xiaoyao City, this one can only be described as a cage. The study is not as big as his previous toilet.

But there is no way. This villa is only 3 million Union coins, and Punkser can't ask for too much.

This property is his accidental planting. If he didn't see it by chance when counting assets, Punkser himself didn't remember that there was such an asset in this depressed city.

And this is exactly why he moved here. If even he doesn't remember it, then no one will know he is here.

The best place to avoid killers is to stay honestly in a place that you can't even explain or remember.

Punkser picked up the goblet and poured himself a glass of red wine. Under the orange-yellow table lamp light, he stared at the red liquid in the glass with hatred in his eyes.

His consortium was originally a member of "Asra", but he found that his colleagues had gone too far in the pursuit of extraordinary taboos.

That is not something that humans should master.

But the people of "Asra" cannot tolerate betrayal. Over the years, he has avoided many man-made "car accidents", "air crashes" and "accidents", and then resisted several attacks by assassins at the secular level under the security force.

But later, they sent those things to deal with him.

Punkser couldn't tell whether those guys were still human. Punkser looked up, swallowed the red wine in one gulp, and looked at the BlackBerry on the table.

He couldn't always hide, but fortunately, everything could turn around. As long as the man kept his promise, he still had a chance to return to normal life.

"Buzz buzz buzz..." The phone vibrated in circles on the table.

Seeing the caller's name displayed on the screen, Punkser seemed to have seen a savior. He put down the goblet, tremblingly grabbed the phone, and pressed the connect button.

"Li? God... You finally called." Punkser said excitedly.

"You're still alive? Right?" A man's voice came from the other side.

"That's right, Li, I should have listened to you at the beginning... You must save me this time. The people of Asra will not give up so easily. You must save me!" Punkser held the phone tightly, as if it was his life-saving straw.

"It depends on how much you are willing to give me in return, Punkser." The Asian man named Li laughed.

"I have told you everything I know!" Punkser said nervously.

"It doesn't seem to be the case in my opinion. You are still holding back, right?" Li laughed.

"Li, I promise you that I have told you everything I know..." Punkser was interrupted by the other side before he finished speaking.

"If that's the case, then you are no longer valuable to me... Why should I help you?" Li said.

"Wait! Li... I do have something to hide, but! That matter has nothing to do with what you want. I can tell you something else... Believe me!" Punkser said hurriedly, a bead of sweat sliding down his forehead.

"Punkser, I'll call you again tomorrow. I hope you decide to tell me about that then." Lee's tone was expressionless.

"Beep............"

"Lee...Lee! Hello?!"

The other party hung up the phone, and Punkser panted, looking at the phone, with thousands of emotions in his heart. He held the phone high, squeezed it hard, and then put it down helplessly.

He shook his head, turned on the phone screen to find the call record, and pressed the dial button.

"Sorry, you don't have permission to call this number."

He got a familiar reply from the other end of the phone.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! You Asian bastard! Go to hell! All of you go to hell! Shit! Shit! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Punkser cursed, grabbed the table lamp on the table, and threw it towards the corner.

The lamp's wire plug was pulled out of the socket and hit the wall, and the glass cover shattered all over the floor.

Without the orange lamp, the study suddenly became dark. Thick curtains blocked the street lights and moonlight outside. To prevent snipers from shooting him, Punkser sealed all the windows in the house and locked the front door.

People become calm immediately in the dark.

Punkser turned on the screen of his mobile phone and opened the door of the study in the dark.

"Joseph! Joseph!"

He shouted to the corridor outside. That was his security consultant.

No one answered.

He leaned out and looked downstairs, hearing the sound of leather shoes walking on the floor.

"Hey! Come here!" Punxer shouted towards the stairs.

"Dong dong dong dong..." A bodyguard ran up.

"Sir, what's the matter?" he asked.

"It's nothing... go down, it's okay..." Punxer sighed.

The bodyguard bowed slightly, turned around and ran downstairs.

Punxer returned to the study, picked up the desk lamp, and plugged it back in with the help of the light from the phone screen. The orange light lit up the room again.

With a soft breath, Punxer picked up the goblet and bottle, filled himself up, and drank it all in one gulp.

Just as he put down the cup, a hand wearing black leather gloves suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

"You..." Punxer was startled and wanted to turn around. But the other party immediately covered his mouth.

Then, he felt something pressed against his back, which felt like the muzzle of a gun.

"Pfft...pfft..."

The PPQ.45 with a silencer made a dull gunshot, and two bullets shot into Punxer's body from behind, rolling around and smashing his heart to pieces.

Punxer's hands dropped weakly, and his whole body was gently placed on the desk.

The two bullet casings on the ground were picked up, and the hand wearing leather gloves pressed the switch of the desk lamp. The whole room became dark again. The door of the study room was slowly pushed open, and a figure slipped out quietly...