Chapter 1141 Request (Asking for Monthly Votes)

Chapter 1142 Request (asking for monthly votes)

In front of the warm electric fireplace and clear floor-to-ceiling windows.

The smiling butler pulled out the bloody dagger from the struggling man's neck.

Then he let go, and the man was still twitching and struggling on the ground like a dehydrated fish.

He picked up the hot white towel next to him and slowly wiped the blood on his hands.

Then he flipped the bracelet, with a smile on his lips, and looked at the message on it.

156 North 12th Street.

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"Hahaha, what are you talking about?"

In the scattered snowy night, Lockett turned around, looked at He Ao's calm eyes, looked at the expressionless cheek stained with blood, and said with a slightly embarrassed smile, "Aren't I fine now? I'm still very energetic. , what did you say about dying?"

He raised his hand, and although it was a little difficult, he still waved his arm normally, and then he smiled nervously,

"Saut, are you kidding me? This joke is not funny. You can't mean to kill me, right? Even if you are the deputy chief of staff of the FBI, assassinating the mayor of a city is still a serious crime."

He Ao stared at him quietly, his deep eyes as calm as a deep, quiet pool.

He had no intention of killing Lockett, and there was no need to kill a dying man.

Under the vision of spiritual consciousness, the energy circuit in Lockett's body has long been shattered, but there is only a strange life force maintaining his vitality.

But this life force can only hang his life and cannot reverse the fact that his energy circuit is broken.

He had already touched death, but was suspended by the life force, which delayed the process of his death.

As early as when He Ao arrived, when He Ao landed and saw him for the first time, he was actually in this state.

Lockett himself is a transcendent, but his energy is only at the D-level level. Even if he really has all kinds of trump cards, it will be difficult for him to last for so long under the hands of the "Chaos Master" who has the gift of the God of Chaos.

The energy circuit in his body was most likely completely torn apart by Denok's 'random technique'.

For He Ao, the power that was just 'disruption', but placed in a D-class transcendent, would be far more chaotic violence than he could bear.

What's more, Denok's 'Chaos Technique' can be used indefinitely. If it doesn't work once, he can use it ten times and hundreds of times in the blink of an eye.

When Denock was about to kill him, Lockett was already dead.

The extraordinary item that provides Lockett with life force can only hang his life, but it cannot prevent his energy circuit from being torn apart by the 'ranjutsu'.

Denok has been chasing him, most likely because of the Chaos Church's habit of teasing its prey, and the need to confirm that Lockett died in front of him.

"You're lying to me, right?"

Lockett looked at He Ao, he raised his hand, and said with some hope, "I know, you want to negotiate with me, what conditions do you want? You can make any, you just say, we can negotiate, everything is fine talk!"

But He Ao still maintained his calm, staring at him expressionlessly.

Looking into those deep eyes, Lockett finally fell silent.

He himself was actually aware of his own body. He knew that from a certain moment on, his body was no longer so obedient, and his extraordinary power suddenly seemed to disappear.

The more he could feel the reality of death, the more anxious he wanted to do something.

"No, no, you must be lying to me,"

He leaned on the motorcycle, looked at He Ao, and roared a little hysterically.

At this moment, his body seemed to be supported by invisible force, which supported him and rushed to He Ao, grabbed He Ao's collar,

"You just want to lower my price. I know, I know. You are no different from those consortiums. You just want me to become your puppet!"

He bared his teeth, and his blood-stained face looked unusually ferocious, "Okay, okay, I promise you, I promise you, can you take back your threats now?! Tell me, what can you do to save me?!"

He looked at He Ao, eyes wide.

However, all he received in response was silence.

He tried hard to grab He Ao's collar, but the force supporting his body was weakening little by little, like an invisible hand pulling away his spine.

"You can do something about it, you are from Irons,"

He spoke hoarsely, his body slumped invisibly, "You must have come into contact with the most advanced medical equipment. One of them can definitely save me. It can definitely be done."

He seemed to remember something and hurriedly took out a black wallet from a tightly sewn wallet pocket on the inside of his damaged coat.

He opened the wallet and revealed a variety of cards inside that were engraved with various patterns and inlaid with gold and gems. These cards were printed with the emblems of different banks, using the most luxurious patterns possible to show the nobility of the holder.

He raised these cards in front of He Ao like a treasure, "I have money, I have a lot of money, I still have a house, and there are many, many houses, in Dawn City, in Wetland, in Irons , as long as you can save me, I can give you these."

He put his wallet to the chest of the person in front of him, pressed it on the chest of the person in front of him, and looked at the person expectantly.

But He Ao didn't collect his wallet, or even glance at his wallet.

He looked at the figure in front of him, looked down at the wallet in his hand blankly, and then he laughed, "Oh, I know, you are still lying to me, you are just teasing me,"

He took a step back, leaned on the motorcycle again, looked at He Ao angrily, pointed at He Ao with the hand that clenched his wallet, and shouted loudly,

"Saote, who do you think you are?! You are just a dog of the FBI! You are just a mad dog released by Irons' master to bite people!

"When they need you, when they want to attack political opponents, they will release you to bite people. If they don't need you anymore, they will give you a death mission and let people kill you."

His angry voice rose, and eventually turned into laughter, "How noble do you think you are? Are you just a dog? You and I are the same. When you are useful, you will fight, and when you are not, you will kill. abandon."

As he spoke, he suddenly became panicked, "No, we are different. I can still live, I still have money, and I will definitely find someone to treat me."

He turned around and staggered to climb onto the motorcycle, but his limp hands and feet couldn't climb up.

After trying several times, he staggered and fell to the ground.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, falling on their shoulders.

"Did you know that the two major consortiums have already placed countless people in the city defense army?"

He looked at He Ao and said with a hoarse smile, "Ovie is a guy with great ambitions but little talent. He can't control these moles, and he doesn't want to control these moles. Now, these moles are about to open the city gate and let the north and the south escape. The mercenary group outside the city comes in,"

He raised his hand as if he was raising a sharp knife, waving it with a bit of madness, "The consortium will kill everyone, including you, including those idiots who follow you, and you will die too. You will all die."

Then, he suddenly remembered something, opened the wallet in his hand, and took out a black card from it.

The blood on his hand stained the card. He raised the card and laughed loudly, "I know, I know, you want this, the mayor's authority card. With this card, you can Highest authority switch, or lock the city gate."

He waved the card in his hand, "Do you want it?"

He Ao's eyes were still looking at Lockett calmly, without any fluctuation in his eyes. He looked at the waving card and spoke slowly,

"Isn't there the 'bodyguard of the Chaos Church' you arranged for Food Minister Vico? Where does he live?"

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,"

Hearing this, Lockett looked at He Ao. He raised his hand and pointed at He Ao, "That's what you had in mind. That's what you had in mind. Hahaha, he's dead and you can't find him." He got it,"

He laughed loudly and said, "The consortium is not a fool. The Minister of Food is the fifth heir. They hate him more than they hate me. When they kill me, they must have sent someone to kill him. He must be dead." ”

He raised the black card in his hand and looked at He Ao with a twisted face, "You want everything, but you can't get anything. I won't give it to you even if I break this card!"

He held the card and tried to break it.

But his pulling force became smaller and smaller, and in the end he could only bend the card made of special alloy slightly.

He arched his body and twitched, and some crystal liquid fell on the broken ground. "I just want to move forward, I just want to live a better life, I just want to have more money and more power." , live a better life, what’s wrong with me?”

He dropped the wallet in his hand on the ground and watched the wallet full of cards rolling among the gravel. Cards inlaid with gems and gold were scattered out of the wallet.

He raised his hand and threw the mayor's authority card that could not be pulled forward.

Dark cards streaked across the sky.

He Ao raised his hand gently, and the card fell right into his palm.

"Let's go. Although Ovi himself has given up, his men will not give up. Ovi also intends to let these people guard the city gate, so the city gate is not so easy to break through,"

Lockett lowered his head, as if he had drained all the strength from his body, "Vico has been assassinated too many times, and many safe houses have been prepared. He should be in the safe house at 156 North Twelfth Street tonight, you know. There are not many people in this safe house, but the consortium is not a fool and will find him soon. I hope he is lucky enough. "

Speaking of this, he sneered, "The people in front of him are all my confidants. Everyone has a 'best' bodyguard. Now it seems that it has paved the way for him."

He sat up unsteadily and said, "This car is also given to you. The password is 0736. Even though I know you don't have the password, you will definitely be able to ride him away. Let's go, let's go."

He waved his hand, and messy snowflakes fell on his messy hair, "You got everything you wanted. Stop looking at me here. You won, you won completely."

He Ao held the permission card in his hand and glanced down at the figure sitting in the snowflakes.

0736 is the founding anniversary of Mingte City.

He didn't say anything else, but directly got on the motorcycle, entered the password, tied Denok's body to the motorcycle, and started the off-road motorcycle with the roar of the engine.

As a senior politician, Lockett's thoughts are extremely stable. No matter how hysterical he behaves, his superficial thoughts are still blank and mixed with various misleading and messy thoughts to prevent anyone from using their abilities to pry into his heart. .

Facing such a person, strong pressure will make him more aggressive, defensive and cautious, making it more difficult to obtain effective information.

So He Ao waited quietly, waiting for him to vent his fear and emotions, waiting for his mental defense to collapse.

It was not until the moment when his mind cracked that He Ao asked the question about "Minister of Food Vico".

This question hit the deepest fear in Locket's heart, pierced into the cracks in his heart, and completely defeated his defense.

What was slightly beyond He Ao's expectations was that Locket did not resist fiercely in the end. After the violent ups and downs of emotions, he chose to "reconcile", reconcile with He Ao, reconcile with Vico, and reconcile with himself.

Letting He Ao leave here was not his impatience, but his last request.

He didn't want to be seen by his "enemy" in the last tragic death. He wanted to die here alone.

He Ao met his request and left here.

The next chapter will be tomorrow at noon