Chapter 240 Juicy Pork Chops and the Mysterious Woman

The sky gradually darkened, and the setting sun burned the last cloud in the sky blood red.

It was 7 o'clock in the evening. As the gathering place of the rich in Opportunity City, the Holy Oak Villa District was not particularly crowded.

Because most of the rich would not choose to live in this gradually withering city, and the rich who bought real estate in the city were also slowly selling their real estate to cash out and transfer funds elsewhere.

When the automobile manufacturing industry was depressed, the municipal government did not actively take measures to find a new pillar industry, but chose the most comfortable way to increase GDP: selling land to spiritual enterprises to cover it up as a spiritual explosion space.

Because of this, many industries have no room for development in the city, and accordingly cannot provide more jobs. Enterprises withdraw one by one, and the city's population is slowly disappearing.

If this city does not change its status quo, it will sooner or later become a dead place full of black box space, and then Opportunity City will become a veritable monster city.

Without job opportunities and related supporting facilities, the land price in Opportunity City is still frighteningly high, because the price is based on the "black box reserve land" for spiritual enterprises.

Chen Ke didn't really care about this, because Heinard's words made him a little moved. If he could really settle his own problems later, then... buying a house in a big city like Xiaoyao City and settling down would be a better choice.

Before crossing, he was an office dog with no money and no connections, but in the City of Opportunities... he decided the life and death of others, could make one million in three nights, had a Latin American beauty who loved him, and had a group of friends who were good at playing with guns...

As a price, he could only live for a week... He must find a way to return to being a mortal! Even if he lost these abilities, Chen Ke didn't feel bad at all.

The Glock pistol would be very long after the silencer was screwed on, and it was not easy to hide it in the holster, so Chen Ke had to remove the silencer first and put it in his pocket.

The target this time was an old man with white hair and a youthful face. He looked like a professor in the photo, and if he wasn't a professor, he was also a respected business person.

Chen Ke subconsciously felt that he didn't look like a bad guy, and this feeling once again aroused his strong curiosity. What exactly did these targets do? What were they doing?

It was still early, and the intelligence indicated that the target would appear in his villa at 11 o'clock, so Chen Ke had nothing to do at this time, so he found a small restaurant on the street, ordered some simple food, and sat by the window.

This small restaurant is called "Merwell", which is a very common small restaurant in the United States Federation, mainly providing steak, fried chicken, instant coffee, Sarah and other cheap food.

The restaurant is illuminated by orange chandeliers, and across the street outside the window is a row of white villas.

The interior furnishings are very simple, with wooden tables and chairs neatly arranged. The position against the wall can only sit two people facing each other, and some oil paintings are hung on the red stone brick wall.

In addition to Chen Ke, there are some people eating in the restaurant. They don't look like rich people living nearby, but ordinary middle-class people.

He ordered a pork chop of unknown degree of doneness and a cup of hot coffee, took out his mobile phone and started to kill time.

After holding many souls in his hands, it seems that the passage of time has also slowed down. Chen Ke's life is only half left now, but he is not in a hurry.

The juicy pork chop was bitten into the mouth and the gravy spurted out. The molars crushed the meat fibers and let the meat and juice flow down the throat into the stomach.

The depressing thing is that no matter what Chen Ke eats, he can only chew it in his mouth. Once it is swallowed into the stomach and passes through the throat, there is no other feeling... It's as if there is a black hole in his body... This is why Chen Ke can drink all the postmen down by himself.

If he participates in the big eater competition, he will be the champion...

Chen Ke eats pork chops while reading the news on his mobile phone. The largest newspaper in the United Federation is the Newton Times, which is equivalent to the New York Times in the United States before Chen Ke traveled through time. As the capital of the federation, Newton City is the world's number one super city, the city of dreams and opportunities.

The headlines of the Newton Times are the same as what Pihom said. The genuine news is discussing the recent impact of foreign consortium forces on the Union Currency System. The exchange rate of the Union Currency has continued to fall in the past few days, and the depreciation is severe.

Chen Ke didn't understand economics, nor was he interested in the money game in the financial industry, but he felt that something was happening, and in the near future, it might cause more terrible consequences than the 2008 economic crisis.

While waiting, Chen Ke suddenly remembered Parker who was still warming himself by the fire in the Van Hede Church... He had told Parker to stay where he was before entering the statue of the goddess...

Chen Ke counted on his fingers and realized that he had been away from there for several days. He didn't know how Parker was doing now. Even if the time in Van Hede was stagnant, as a human being, he still felt the passage of time.

Now he had more than 40 souls in his hand, which was more than enough to open a door, and the cycle of Van Hede Cathedral should have been solved by himself, so the door should be able to be pushed open...

Chen Ke made up his mind that after this assassination mission was over, he would open the door and enter Van Hede again to see...

"Have you arrived?"

At the next table, an Asian woman was on the phone.

Chen Ke looked sideways and saw a long-haired woman wearing a brown top and black trousers. She was wearing sunglasses and her lips were painted blood red, and she was very domineering.

Chen Ke didn't mean to eavesdrop on her phone call, but they were too close and the restaurant was very quiet, so it was hard not to hear.

He guessed that this woman might be a plaything of some rich man...

"I'll come find you after I deal with them. You'll be safe, professor." The woman said, hung up the phone, pressed the tip into the coffee cup, stood up from her seat, and wiped Chen Ke's table.

Her skirt almost knocked Chen Ke's coffee off the table. Chen Ke immediately held the cup and let some of the coffee spill out.

The woman turned around, moved her sunglasses down slightly with her right hand, looked at Chen Ke with a pair of brown eyes, and said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Chen Ke said.

The woman put her sunglasses back on and left the restaurant without looking back.

"Well..." Chen Ke wiped the coffee on the table with a tissue, took out his mobile phone and looked at it. It was less than 9 o'clock.

Professor...?

Chen Ke raised his eyebrows.

From the woman's words, he heard something strange...

The woman said she was going to deal with some people... Who were she going to deal with? It sounds like it's definitely not as simple as throwing away garbage, and it's hard to say whether there will be blood.

The killer's instinct made Chen Ke unable to sit down any longer. He had a feeling that this woman was not easy to deal with, and the professor she mentioned also made him very concerned...

"Let's follow her for a while." Chen Ke thought secretly.

He was not curious about the other party's purpose, but he was worried that if the professor she mentioned was the same person as his target, it would be very troublesome.

Although this possibility was not very high, it was not impossible.

Chen Ke pressed the consumption with a coffee cup and followed carefully.