Chapter 942 The Rain Stopped (Please Vote for the Super Large Chapter)

Elan FBI Building

"Your bail granted."

The FBI agent wearing an exoskeleton armor opened the electronic paper book in his hand and showed the bail permission with an encrypted label attached inside, "Your lawyer is waiting for you outside."

"oh."

Levis, whose hair was a little messy and who looked a little depressed, slowly stood up with a cigarette in his mouth.

The FBI agent reached out and unlocked the electronic shackles on his hands and feet, then took out a slim alloy anklet and put it on his ankle.

"This is a positioning anklet. According to federal law, you are not allowed to leave the St. Yilan District of Yilan City during your bail period. You will be summoned by the court at any time. If you leave the restricted area, we have the right to arrest you again until the court session. Understand Yet?"

"Understood."

Levi nodded slightly.

His expression was a little confused, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or sad.

But the FBI agent didn't care about this. After completing the process, he returned his personal belongings and took him outside, quickly arriving in the lobby outside.

"Mr. Levis!"

A man in neat formal clothes saw Levi's coming out from a distance. He immediately walked over and looked at Levi's body carefully, "How is your health? Did they use torture?"

His question seemed to remind Levi of something, and his body trembled subconsciously. Then he thought for a moment and shook his head, "No."

This man was the lawyer who came to pick up Levis.

After sending Levis over and making sure there was no problem, the FBI agent turned around and left.

The lawyer saw that Levi's expression seemed a little strange, so he didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he glanced at Levi's somewhat casual outfit and said quickly, "I've prepared clothes for you. Let's get in the car and change."

Then he leaned into Levi's ear and said in an extremely small voice, "The gentleman from Nolde wants to see you."

"good."

After hearing this, Levi seemed to finally regain some of his energy. He pinched off the cigarette butt from his mouth and nodded gently to the lawyer, "I also have something I want to tell them."

The two of them walked all the way to the entrance of the hall.

But just as he was about to leave the FBI building, Levis stopped and looked back at the TV hanging in the lobby.

At this moment, the mayor's speech was being replayed on this ultra-thin LCD TV.

Hearing the impassioned voice echoing in his ears, Levis lit a cigarette again and took a deep breath.

"What's wrong? Mr. Levis."

The lawyer in front turned his head and looked at Levis with some doubts.

"I just suddenly thought that I shouldn't leave here easily."

He took another deep drag on the cigarette, then looked at the lawyer who was standing at the top of the stairs with a confused look, and said in a calm tone, "It's okay, let's go."

The lawyer withdrew his gaze and continued moving forward with Levis.

Levis put his hands behind his back and clicked on the bracelet on his wrist.

In front of the two people, a black car has been waiting for a long time.

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White Jasmine Palace·Mayor’s Office

Hearing He Ao's words, the man with the mustache walking in front was a little surprised at first, and then turned back to look at the thin man in horror.

It seemed different from any of the possible reactions he had imagined a mayor might have if he were assassinated.

Such a calm attitude made him even think that the assassin in front of him was called by Mayor Lin En.

He had risked everything and bet his entire political life and future on the assassin in front of him.

If Lin En dies today and the consortium takes power, the consortium will not give up on himself as a 'loyal' follower. Then everything he does today is correct, and he may even have a chance to aspire to the position of mayor. History will be Written by victors.

But if the assassin fails to kill Lin En today, or even if he is Lin En's person, he can be sent to criminal court based on today's surveillance in the mayor's palace.

This assassin must kill Linn today!

And it wasn't just the man with the mustache who was shocked at this moment.

The thin man with a gloomy and cold face could not help but have a look of confusion and shock on his face. His eyes carefully and quickly looked at the old man's body in front of him and the decoration of the entire office.

There didn't seem to be an ambush. Mayor Linn was the only one here at the moment.

There are no guards, no attendants, and when someone attacks the Mayor's Mansion from outside, the most critical figure in the entire Mayor's Mansion, the mayor of Yilan City, stays here alone?

How can it be? Is it disguised by some kind of disguise ability?

But when he looked at the old man's calm face, he couldn't tell anything false.

Are you really confident and have already expected that you will come, or are you pretending to be calm and delaying time for others to come?

Judging from the information given above, although the assassination last night was suspected to have failed due to the interference of the Nancheng City Defense Force, there is a high probability that Linn is seriously injured.

After one night, it was a miracle that he was able to save his life and speak normally. It was almost impossible to recover from his injuries.

A non-combat seriously injured C-level is far from his opponent.

Countless thoughts flashed through the heart of the thin man. He suppressed the emotions in his heart, maintained his expression, mustered up the courage, raised his head, looked at He Ao, smiled and said,

"It's our honor to have the mayor wait for us for so long."

As he spoke, he also took a step forward, fully entering the office.

The old man sitting behind the desk showed no reaction to his actions, as if he was treating the 'visitor' normally, without any panic.

At this moment, his originally firm confidence was slightly shaken.

After a very short thought, he waved to the back, took a step forward, and walked to a stool in the middle that had been arranged by a previous staff member.

The fat man who reached the end reached out and closed the door, then locked it and sat down with the man with the mustache who remained confused and panicked, followed by the thin man.

The fat man sat behind the thin man, while the man with a mustache sat directly next to the thin man.

The thin man had already looked at He Ao and said calmly, "I wonder what the mayor wants to know?"

"Don't be nervous, we're just chatting,"

He Ao glanced at the slender man's tense body, completely closed the "Eight Hundred Years of Yilan" in his hand, put it on the bookshelf, and said with a smile, "It's like being at home."

Scattered wind and rain blew outside the window behind him, and white jasmine petals splashed all over the sky dancing among the raindrops.

The gray-haired old man sat in front of the window that looked like a beautiful painting. His voice was slow and gentle. Everything outside the window seemed to be quiet at this moment.

Unconsciously, the thin man felt a little relaxed, but soon he became tense again.

At this moment, the old man's gentle voice sounded in his ears again, "Which consortium hired you?"

This calm and simple sentence was like a thread hooked into the thin man's mind, making him subconsciously want to answer, but soon, he suddenly woke up, looked at He Ao, and quickly replied,

"I'm just a person from the underground world. There are many people who hire me, including consortiums, gangs, and even people from the city government. They hire me for many tasks, including killing people, smashing things up, and catching mistresses. You, Mr. Mayor, can do these things. Want to know more?"

"Then who are your downlines? Who are the 'informants' in the mayor's office?"

Hearing his answer, He Ao smiled and shook his head slightly, "Seeing as your strength is not weak, your status in Yilan's underground world should not be low either?"

"He's just a bug doing dirty work, and he's not worthy of Mr. Mayor's attention."

The thin man shook his head slightly and looked at He Ao, "But Mr. Mayor is actually willing to wait for underground bugs like us for a while. It's surprising. I wonder how Mr. Mayor knew that there would be a 'guest' visiting today?"

He still wanted to test out the reality of the old man in front of him.

"We have guests coming every day, and it's normal for one more and one less to come,"

He Ao smiled and shook his head, "Which gangs in Yilan's underground world are close to the consortium? Can you tell me in detail?"

"The situation in the underground world is often not as simple as the gentlemen sitting in the glorious skyscrapers imagine. Most gangs are helping the consortium to do things, but many times, we don't like the consortium, and the consortium itself is difficult to control. Gang."

The thin man said coldly.

"But gangs that are supported by consortiums can often become one of the most vigorous gangs among many gangs."

He Ao smiled and said, "After all, even in the underground world, gangs need money and resources to survive. It is easier to obtain these from the consortium than to squeeze them from the hands of the poor, isn't it?"

Hearing He Ao's rhetorical question, the expression on the thin man's face froze.

Only then did he realize that the old mayor in front of him was very different from the 'Saint Yilan people' he had come into contact with who were born with good clothes and good food. He had truly been in contact with the bottom class and knew the life structure of the bottom class in Yilan City. .

He didn't know if it was different in other underground worlds in the Federation, but in Yilan City, the so-called gangs were actually just gloves of the consortium.

It was impossible for the consortium to personally take charge of those dirty areas and do some shameful and dirty things, so it supported a local gang and let the gang manage it on its behalf.

In Yilan City, the big gangs that can rise up are more or less supported by a certain consortium.

The consortium gives them resources and money, and they help the consortium do things and kill people. They just seem to be a little more independent, but in fact they are just dogs on a chain.

"It seems you know a lot."

The thin man whispered, "If I were twenty years younger..."

"enough!"

Before the thin man could continue speaking, a rough shout rang out throughout the office, interrupting all the words.

The mustachioed man who had been sitting next to the thin man suddenly stood up, looked at the thin man, and shouted angrily,

"Look what you are doing? You are here to kill the mayor! You sit down when he asks you to? Answer the questions when he asks you to answer them? Are you an assassin or a lackey?"

He waved his arms violently, with an expression of anger on his face, "Are you going to betray the consortium and become the mayor's dog if we talk a few more words? Aren't you afraid of being punished by the consortium? Aren't you afraid that I will tell the employer afterwards? Your consortium? Let me tell you the truth, I have a good relationship with every big consortium in Yilan City."

His chest was rising and falling, and his voice was getting faster and faster, "And this old guy has been bluffing. I've been to this office many times, and there's no place around where I can lay an ambush. If you don't kill him now, wait till the market comes." The Long Guard is back, can we escape easily?"

The fat man behind him who was looking around turned around in confusion and looked at the man with the mustache in surprise.

Sensing the fat man's surprised look, the man with the mustache seemed to be encouraged and raised his tone slightly.

He glanced at the thin man's cold cheek and snorted, "Don't be delayed any longer, just do it, you idiot."

Then he turned his head and looked at He Ao, "And you, Lin En, you old guy, you still dare to go against the consortium, don't look at your own weight, just pretend..."

He didn't finish his words because blood filled his throat.

"I...but...the consortium..."

His eyes widened in confusion, and his voice was broken.

The thin man pulled out the dagger that had pierced the mustache man's neck from behind, and gently pushed the mustache man's body, which had lost its voice, to the ground.

"Sorry, Mr. Lynn,"

The thin man took out a towel from his pocket and wiped the blood from the dagger in his hand. He raised his head and looked at He Ao, "My method of interrupting people is more direct. I hope I didn't scare you.

"To be honest, the consortium does not completely control the gang, and none of us who are related to the consortium have to obey what we say. Just like this distinguished gentleman, no matter how many times he emphasizes his relationship with the consortium, it does not affect my feeling. He should keep his mouth shut."

He looked down at the gold watch that slid out from the chest of the mustached man and said with a smile,

"The upper-class people who have never experienced life and death since childhood may not quite understand the respect and... indifference to life that we lower-class people have.

“After all, if you fail in your political game, you will still have a decent and decent life, and you may even have a chance to make a comeback.

"And our struggle for survival has failed. All that awaits us is starvation to death."

He sneered, lowered his head, glanced at the dead man with the mustache on the ground, looked back at the fat man behind him, and said with a smile, "This guy has nothing to do with you, right? Is there something wrong with the way I handle this? ?”

The fat man in front of him was the 'internal contact' given to him by the consortium.

"I have no opinion,"

The fat man stood up and shrugged, "I don't have a close relationship with this guy, and I don't know why he surrendered to you so decisively and even persuaded me in return.

"It's like I stayed in the conference room to wait for you, but he had nothing to do with it and he had to stay there. I even hinted to him not to get involved, but he was still so confident. "

"Back to the topic,"

Then the fat man withdrew his gaze, raised his head, glanced across the entire office, and said slowly, "There is no ambush, there should be no one else in this building."

"It seems that the 'delay' plan is over. Mr. Mayor, your luck doesn't seem to be very good. You haven't waited for reinforcements yet,"

The thin man looked up at He Ao, "But to be honest, Mayor Lin En, you are indeed capable, your speech is indeed very touching, and I do respect you. If I were twenty years younger, I would definitely I will follow you into battle without hesitation,"

He raised the dagger in his hand and paused for a moment, "However, time will never go back, and I will never be twenty years younger. I still respect you now, and think that you are the best Ilan has been for decades or even hundreds of years. The best mayor ever.

"But what you are pursuing is doomed to fail, and since it is doomed to fail, why not become a stepping stone for my better life in the future? I will always remember you."

"I used to admire you."

He Ao did not answer the thin man's words, but looked at the fat man who stood up.

Lynn really liked this fat man, otherwise she would not have given her former minister of Women, Children and Health to this fat man.

"Thank you for your appreciation,"

The fat man was stunned for a moment, then nodded in greeting.

"Do it!"

At this moment, the thin man shouted.

At this moment, the fat man took out what seemed to be a completely plastic pistol from his pocket and pointed the gun at He Ao. The two of them rushed towards He Ao, one on the left and the other on the right.

Looking at the two people flying over, after a brief silence, He Ao sighed softly, raised his hand and waved it gently.

A dagger rushed out from his sleeve, spinning out with a sharp whistling, slicing across the thin man's neck, then spinning back and slicing the fat man's neck.

Then the dagger flew back to the table and fell into He Ao's hand.

Everything developed so fast, and it was over in a blink of an eye, so fast that the two of them didn't even see the dagger in He Ao's hand.

The thin man opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but nothing came out. He fell forward into a pool of blood and fell next to the man with the mustache.

The fat man kept moving forward, but finally sighed and fell onto the thin man and the mustached man.

The mark originally placed on the fat man was also recovered.

At first, when He Ao asked the thin man a question, the mark was on the thin man. Later, when He Ao asked the fat man a question, the mark was placed on the fat man.

Although there was not much conversation between the two people, and they were not cooperative, the information that came to mind also helped He Ao fill in many gaps, especially the thin man, who contributed a lot of key information about the underground world.

However, they are all executors at the lowest level, and they don't have many key clues. He Ao asked them all in just a few sentences, so He Ao didn't think of a way to continue the 'talk'.

Ding——gulu——

At this moment, with a soft sound, a crystal ball rolled out of the skinny man's arms and landed on the edge of the desk.

He Ao reached out and picked up the crystal ball.

Looking at the violent wind and heavy rain in the crystal ball, He Ao turned back to look at the wind and rain outside the window and said softly, "Let's let it go."

The convoluted wind dissipated at this moment, the rapid raindrops gradually stopped, and the bright sunshine shone through the gaps in the clouds, reflecting in the swaying jasmine petals.

It rained all night and gradually stopped.

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