Chapter 535: Retreat to Advance (Please Vote for the Big Chapter)

It's almost dawn, and bright lights are still shining in the large, smooth office.

A young man with brown-blond curly hair was dozing off with his head propped up, and several strong men beside him were fast asleep.

Deafening snores echoed throughout the office.

At this moment, a slight click of the lock cylinder was heard from the end of the large office.

The thing that made the sound was the lock of a small door. At this moment, the lock was being unscrewed from the inside out. At the same time, the small door was being pulled back.

Behind the small door is a small office nested within a large office.

A figure walked out of the small office.

Slight and somewhat hasty footsteps began to echo in the large office.

The young man who was dozing in front of the computer suddenly woke up. He straightened up, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and then quickly shook the strong men around him who were sleeping soundly, and then began to stare at the computer chat interface with all his attention.

At the same time, the strong men who were still a little angry and about to have a seizure suddenly woke up when they heard the footsteps. They also came to the chat interface and stared at the chat interface.

The sound of footsteps came from far away, and a mature middle-aged man in formal attire, upright posture, and gold-rimmed glasses walked beside everyone's workstations.

"Wynter, is there any reply over there?"

The middle-aged man looked at the young man with brown-blonde curly hair.

"Ah good."

The young man's head was covered for a while before he came back to his senses. He stared at the chat box on the computer monitor. There were only messages sent by him in the chat box, and there was no reply from the other party. "Boss, there is no reply yet."

"Don't relax," the middle-aged man known as the boss glanced at the young man, and then glanced at the strong men around him, "The client in this case is very generous. If we can find traces of the target, our performance in the first half of this year will be It will be settled, and everyone will put the bonus in their pockets when the time comes.”

Hearing the word bonus, the young man suddenly woke up from his drowsiness. He stared at the content displayed on the computer screen. Soon he seemed to have recalled something and looked at the middle-aged man.

"Boss, why don't we publish the information Jace sent us?"

"What's the use of announcing it?" The middle-aged man looked at him indifferently, "Can the background of people who can do this kind of experiment be small? Maybe it's a big consortium. Can we offend a big consortium? Do you think Are we all going to be taken away in a municipal body collection truck tomorrow?"

His eyes swept over all the strong men around him. Under the neat shirts of these strong men, complex tattoo lines were vaguely revealed.

"We all come from the West District. We have been able to make it from a small gang to what we are today by using any means necessary. Kindness is useless in this world. Money and fists are the truth.

"If we can climb the tree of this client and continue to receive tasks from him, from now on everyone will have meat to eat every day, live in a big house in the city center, and go to Laxu to choose the most beautiful woman."

"Long live the boss!"

Everyone roared immediately.

Winter, a young man with brown-blonde curly hair, was among the crowd, and the warm atmosphere washed away his worries.

Although he had a pleasant time with Jace, he had also longed for the better life of a famous university professor and felt pity for this miserable professor.

But if sacrificing this famous professor can bring him a better life in the future, then he won't mind. After all, he has done this kind of thing many times in the West District.

At this time, the middle-aged man's bracelet vibrated. He raised his bracelet and glanced at everyone, "Continue to contact the target."

"The target hasn't responded to us all night," Winter glanced at the chat screen. "Did he find out that we didn't publish the information he wanted us to publish, and noticed our problem?"

"impossible."

A strong man sitting next to him lit a cigarette and sneered, "This guy has had a smooth life. He has nothing but high academic qualifications. He will believe whatever you say. If he was a veteran, he would have discovered our secrets long ago." The problem is, I can’t wait until now.”

"But······"

Ding--

Winter was about to retort when a sudden reminder came from the computer.

That was the voice of a friend who was particularly concerned about coming online.

Winter came back to his senses instantly and looked at the computer screen. The originally dim avatar of the target had now become brighter.

In an instant, everyone gathered around and leaned in front of the computer screen.

"Quickly, ask him where he is?"

The middle-aged man quickly ordered with a little eager excitement.

Winter immediately woke up the keyboard and typed a line of words,

[Where are you now? ]

Within a short period of time, a rapid message alert sounded on the computer.

[I have arrived]

Ding dong——

As everyone's eyes focused on the computer screen, the crisp doorbell rang.

The sound of the doorbell mixed with the sharp message notification sounds made this silent dawn so noisy.

Everyone fell silent at this moment.

After the doorbell rang for a few seconds, the person outside the door seemed a little strange that he didn't get a reply. He pressed the door handle and slowly unlocked the door.

The middle-aged man glanced at the information on his bracelet.

······

He Ao opened the door and saw the brown-blond haired young man standing in front of the door, breathing heavily.

"Mr. Jess, I just wanted to open the door for you."

Winter looked at He Ao, smiled, and then focused his eyes on He Ao's blood-stained clothes, "Mr. Jess, are you...?"

"A little trouble has been solved."

He Ao looked calmly into the office.

Several strong men in disheveled clothes, who seemed to have just woken up from sleep, were walking or working in the office.

"Mr. Jess, come in and sit down."

Winter glanced at the blood stains on He Ao's body, hesitated for a moment, and then invited He Ao into the office. As he led He Ao inside, he smiled and said, "This is the second time Mr. Jess has come to our place. Come on."

The first time was when Jess found this detective agency and commissioned them to investigate the death of his parents.

Although the two parties have been cooperating for several years, due to various reasons, they basically communicated online or agreed to meet at a place, so Jace never came to this detective agency again.

"Yes," He Ao nodded slightly. He glanced at the busy crowd in the office, "Does your office also work at night?"

The moment this question was asked, Winter paused, his brain was working rapidly, and he immediately said,

"It's like this. Didn't you say yesterday that you were going to do a 'big thing'? You asked us to release the information and contact the FBI, but you gave us too much information. We need more manpower to sort it out. Things are relatively complicated. It’s urgent, so everyone worked overtime here last night.”

Having said this, he looked at He Ao's body again and asked with pretense of concern, "Mr. Jess, is there really nothing wrong with your health? Do you need me to call a doctor for you? We have a long-term cooperative partner in our office. Family doctor, the charges are quite reasonable.”

"No need," He Ao shook his head and glanced across the entire office, "Where is the person in charge of your office?"

"Our person in charge is also working overtime here. He is in his office. I will take you over to see him."

Winter said quickly.

"Need not."

He Ao took three steps and walked quickly to the door of the small office.

The door to the small office was open, but there was no one inside.

He Ao turned around and looked at Winter.

At this moment, a middle-aged man who looked polite walked out of the toilet on the other side of the office. He glanced around and finally stopped at He Ao, and said with a smile,

"Mr. Jess, we haven't seen each other for a long time. I miss you very much."

The person in charge had personally delivered the secret medicines to Jace in the past few times.

"Me too."

He Ao smiled and narrowed his eyes.

These people are stalling for time.

He quickly walked up to the middle-aged man and asked quickly, "Mr. Norbeck, I just want to know the answer to one question. Who is your real client...or instigator?" You are monitoring me and who is the person who sent me the specific secret medicine? I need all his information."

The moment He Ao finished speaking, everyone stopped, raised their heads, and stared at He Ao, whether they were flipping through information, typing on the keyboard, or walking between desks.

The scene fell into an eerie silence.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Jess, I don't understand what you are talking about," Norbeck was also stunned for a moment, and then he smiled blankly, "Aren't you my client?"

"Of course, when I first investigated the cause of my parents' death, I was the client, but what happened after that? When you gave me the secret secret medicine of the talent sequence that was problematic and tampered with, and when you leaked my actions to others, Who is the real client?”

He Ao looked at Nobeck calmly and spoke word by word.

Norbeck stared at these calm eyes. In those eyes, which were as quiet as the abyss, there seemed to be a turbulent and crazy undercurrent surging.

For a moment, his heart trembled, but soon he stabilized.

Because of his talent sequence, Jace was already on the verge of madness. This was information he had known for a long time.

"What are you talking about? I don't understand."

He smiled and spread his hands. He looked at He Ao's face with a hint of teasing in his eyes.

In a sense, Jace's madness was driven by him.

According to past situations, when he couldn't get a clear answer, the young professor in front of him would choose to compromise and doubt his own judgment.

"That's it."

He Ao nodded.

Things seemed to be developing as Norbeck expected.

After seeing He Ao nodding, he spoke slowly and began to try the words he had constructed many times in his mind, "Mr. Jess, I'm sorry to cause you trouble. Maybe there is some misunderstanding between us. Maybe we should Let’s talk seriously, explain things clearly to each other, and resolve the misunderstandings between us.”

As he spoke, he was about to take He Ao to the semi-open reception room nearby.

According to his understanding of Jace, even if he didn't trust him, Jace would be willing to listen to him in a 'friendly' way.

Such chats usually last half an hour or even an hour.

But this time, things did not develop as he expected.

After hearing what he said, He Ao just nodded quietly, "In that case, I won't bother you."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the open door.

Why doesn't this guy play by the rules?

Norbeck looked at Howe's back and tried again, "Mr. Jess, we should talk."

Howe didn't reply to him, but walked towards the door at a fast speed.

Seeing this, Norbeck realized that Howe was really going to leave. He winked at Winter, who was closest to the door, and then raised his hand suddenly.

The moment he saw the boss's eyes, Winter rushed to the door and closed it.

At the same time, the strong men around stood up with a bang.

"Sorry, Mr. Jess."

Winter leaned against the door and looked at Howe.

There were some glowing lines on his body.

Mechanical prosthesis.

"Mr. Jess, I didn't want to go this far."

Behind Howe, Norbeck also came over and looked at Howe with some regret.

"So what price did he offer you?"

Howe turned around with a smile and looked at Norbeck.

He didn't have time to find evidence to prove that Norbeck had a problem, so he used a rougher method.

Obviously, everything Norbek has done so far is to hold him back. It is impossible that the head of the detective agency wants to hold him back for fun. Obviously, this is a "commission" from someone.

So when He Ao insisted on leaving and couldn't hold him back, Norbek had to make some statements.

"Hold you back, two million."

Norbek replied calmly.

At this point, he had nothing to pretend.

All the strong men around gathered around, seven ordinary people with guns raised, and two prostheses with micro laser cannons in their open palms.

Including Winter, there were eleven people in total, three prostheses, seven strong men, and Norbek.

He Ao used his spiritual sense to scan Norbek, a transcendent, D-level.

He looked at the muzzles of the guns, walked calmly to the center of the office, and asked with a smile, "From this point on, it seems that you don't intend to just hold me back."

"Kill you, ten million."

Norbek motioned the people around him to slowly approach.

He said this not only to He Ao, but also to his men around him.

Sure enough, the moment he said this, the eyes of the strong men who pointed guns at He Ao began to become hot when they looked at He Ao.

Obviously, Norbek had not communicated with these subordinates just now. He probably just signaled his subordinates to hold He Ao back.

In fact, this is the right way to do it. Although 10 million is a high price, what kind of task should be completed at what price. Norbek knows very well that with his strength, he is not worthy of completing the task of 10 million, and the other party is not worthy of him to solve the person who can't be solved even if he is rich.

So he chose to use a trick to hold He Ao back and earn the two million.

But money is attractive, and when the trick failed, he refused to let go.

Especially when he saw He Ao, who was covered in blood and obviously had experienced a fierce battle last night, he had unrealistic fantasies in his mind.

No matter how good a person's recovery ability is, it is impossible to heal the injury almost overnight, and he knows the strength of 'Jess'.

He sold all the secret medicines of Jess's talent sequence. He knows very well that Jess is just a D-level non-combat 'donor'.

All this made him feel that he might be able to get the 10 million.

He Ao looked at the man with a smile, "It seems that I am really valuable. Now you can tell me who your client is?"

Although Norbek had tried to "kill" He Ao, he was still a little hesitant in his heart because Norbek did not act immediately.

If he could earn the 2 million without bloodshed and without paying any price, he would definitely be willing to earn the 2 million.

So when He Ao asked a question that could delay time, he would still choose to delay time as much as possible.

This forced him to answer He Ao's questions in order to stabilize He Ao.

And he would most likely not choose to lie, because he didn't know what kind of information He Ao had. Once the lie was exposed, the two would lose trust, and he would have to choose to go to war with He Ao directly to bet on the 10 million.

In this hesitation, although he was in his home court, he had actually lost the initiative.

At this moment, although He Ao was standing in the crowd and being pointed at with a gun, he had actually become the controller of the situation.

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