Chapter 484: Remember to Make Your Screams Louder

This information.

Su Ming's expression could not help but become serious, and he began to think carefully.

Because this information was not only related to K, but also involved... the most mysterious founder of the poker organization.

With K's outstanding computer hacking skills, he really had a great chance to study abroad at Harvard.

And this so-called invitation from a professor to give up his studies and choose to start a company obviously had some problems.

After all, if it was a normal start-up, K could do it even if he was studying.

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Unless... this company is very promising, K would choose to give up the rare Harvard University and choose a better prospect like Zuckerberg.

But now that he has become a member of the poker organization, it is obviously not a successful start-up.

It is more like... because what he did with this professor was not legal, and he needed to devote himself to the work, he had to drop out of school.

It is possible that the so-called professor was also a lie made up by K.

According to the description of this information, K was just telling some classmates and friends about his whereabouts when he decided to drop out of school.

The so-called professor may also be a fictitious excuse.

But compared with other private messages, this one is obviously more credible, and it is necessary to investigate it in depth.

Su Ming replied as usual and asked him to wait. After verifying the authenticity, he would offer a reward of 5 million US dollars.

Then.

Su Ming continued to browse and found that most people only sent one private message, and there was also a professional killer who sent nearly 30 private messages.

But in the past hour, no new private messages were sent again, which was undoubtedly a bit strange.

If you have accurate intelligence, you have sent more than 30 messages repeatedly, why didn’t you send them in the past hour?

Although he was a little puzzled, Su Ming still clicked on the private message of the user nicknamed Landmine, and the content inside also made Su Ming’s eyes freeze.

[Q in the photo was once my companion in Washington, D.C. She was called Annie. We lived together in the Hope Welfare House in Washington, D.C. But twelve years ago, the welfare house collapsed due to a fire. All of us children were adopted by different families, but the adopters all had detailed information registered. As long as we find it, we can find some special information.]

This private message made Su Ming nod his head gently.

The information in the private message was very detailed, and even the name of the welfare house was written. It was probably not fabricated information.

After all, although the New York police were useless, it was not difficult to check these things.

At least in a short time, it was possible to determine whether there was a Hope Welfare House that collapsed due to a fire in Washington, D.C., the capital of the United States.

Although this professional killer nicknamed Landmine had not sent a new message for an hour, Su Ming still replied to him with the same waiting message.

At present, there are already three pieces of valid information.

In order to avoid omissions, there are professional killers who really don’t care about $5 million and only send a private message once.

Su Ming took advantage of the time to eat compressed biscuits to browse all the other private messages.

But unfortunately... just as he thought before, they were not worth much at all. They were basically fake information for fraud, and they were not even worth replying to.

After confirming that only these three clues were valuable.

Su Ming did not hesitate at all and immediately called Lin Tian, ​​who was currently waiting for the task.

As soon as the prompt sound of the call was sounded.

The phone was picked up, and Lin Tian's worried and urgent words came.

"Xiao Ming."

"How is the situation? Did you encounter any problems?"

"If you encounter a difficult situation, don't force yourself to deal with it. We are waiting for the next action command at any time."

Hearing Lin Tian's concerns.

Su Ming felt a little warm in his heart, but at present he was using criminal methods to deal with the huge poker organization, and Lin Tian and others could not provide any particularly effective help.

Like now, there are three pieces of information that have not been confirmed, and asking them to help verify is the best thing to do.

Su Ming sorted out his thoughts and said without hesitation.

"Director Lin."

"It is not time to arrest him yet."

"However, I have obtained three special clues and intelligence now. I need you and Brother Quan to help me confirm the authenticity as quickly as possible."

"I will send these three clues to the internal platform now, and I will leave this matter to you."

After that.

Su Ming hung up the phone and sent the three special intelligence to the internal platform.

After telling Director Lin about the confirmation of the intelligence.

Su Ming started the heavy off-road vehicle and prepared to leave this remote park temporarily.

Although there are no other effective clues and breakthroughs now, under the current pressure of the huge reward from the Morgan Consortium, the Poker Organization will definitely not do nothing.

The mysterious founder will definitely find a way to solve this crisis.

What I need to do is... wait patiently and look for the possible flaws of the Poker Organization.

...

At this moment.

In a dim garage in Manhattan, New York.

A tall and strong black man, currently in a coma, was hung up and tied to a huge cross. There was a wound on his forehead caused by a gun butt that had just scabbed over.

In front of the hung black man, there were five cold men wearing various clothes, sitting or standing.

But none of them made any unusual movements, as if they were waiting for something.

Three seconds later.

The dancer in a white coat slowly walked into the garage from the side door, glanced at the nearest big man, and while carefully and rigorously wearing rubber gloves, he pursed his lips to signal.

"Skunk, wake him up."

"When we shoot the video later, the king certainly doesn't want... our distinguished guest to still be unconscious and unable to scream."

"If he is like a corpse, how can he shock other idiots without any reaction."

As soon as the voice fell.

The nearest big man immediately picked up a bucket of windshield washer fluid in the garage and poured it directly on the unconscious big man who was hung up.

The next second.

The black man, who was originally unconscious, was immediately awakened by the bucket of water.

After his hazy vision gradually became clear, the black man looked at the six people in front of him and the dancer who had just put on the gloves, and hurriedly struggled to beg for mercy.

"Let me go, let me go."

"I don't think I will care about this matter anymore. I was just tempted for a while. I don't want to be your enemy at all."

"This is a misunderstanding, a complete misunderstanding."

Listening to the black man's begging for mercy.

The dancer in the white coat showed a crazy and cold smile on his face, slowly approached the black man with a terrified face, and suppressed his excitement.

"Landmine."

"By the way, you should be called Landmine, right?"

"To be honest, I admired you at the beginning, and even planned to propose to the king to absorb you into our killer team."

"After all, as a professional killer who has no teammates and has always acted alone, it is really not easy to complete so many bounties."

"But unfortunately... you seem to have taken the wrong path this time."

Speaking of this.

The dancer also gently stroked Di Lei's cheek with his right hand, with a very regretful expression on his face.

The dancer's words just now.

Instantly gave Di Lei a glimmer of hope, and he quickly opened his mouth to plead.

"It's not too late, it's not too late now."

"Sir, I can join your killer team, I can work for the king, and it's completely okay not to get paid."

"Really, I just took the wrong road this time, not at all..."

Before Di Lei finished speaking.

The dancer suddenly turned his head and looked behind him, and asked the team member holding the mobile phone at the farthest distance.

"Python."

"Have you started recording?"

Python didn't say anything, just nodded silently.

After getting a positive answer.

The dancer's right hand, which was originally stroking Di Lei, slowly raised it up to the eye socket, and said in a low voice like a devil.

"It's really a pity, Di Lei."

"It's too late, now I... just want to hear your screams, remember to be louder."

The voice fell.

The dancer's right thumb suddenly pressed down hard towards the mine's eye.

The next second.

"Ah-ah-ah--Snap--"

The heart-wrenching scream, accompanied by the crisp sound of the eyeball being crushed, was clearly lingering in the entire repair garage...