Chapter 527: Bluff (2nd Update of 2,600 Words, Another 2,000 Words Tomorrow) Please Vote for Me!!!

The most obvious example is the Shaolin Temple. How is the reputation of the Shaolin Temple in China?

There is nothing wrong with saying that no one knows it, no one knows it. →But such a famous place needs to go public to raise funds for development and promote Buddhism! Where can your Loom sect, which doesn’t even have a single bird-feather believer, go to raise funds?

Kai guessed that this organization has been engaged in this kind of murder and profit-making business before, but it has always selected targets, such as those with heinous crimes. After all, how many rich people are not covered in blood? How much of the accumulation of original capital is clean?

It's just that when Sloan came to power, this guy obviously went too far and started to take both black and white, so fanatical believers like Cross discovered the clues, so...

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Of course, Hannibal didn't tell Cross about this guess because there was no need. You can't wake up someone who is pretending to be asleep.

"The last question is, who wants to kill Officer Kai and the child? And where is the murderer?"

"Isn't it a question?"

"Don't worry about the details!"

"I did learn about this mission. It was ordered by a policeman named Norman, but I don't know where he is. I only know that he was hidden by a man named Guzman." Although not Detailed information can be given, but this is enough.

"Guzman...hehe. It's so interesting." Kai found that recent things have become very interesting, and they are all intertwined. And it just so happens that Hannibal has already come out to do some activities, so help Kai get everything done. Anyway, Kai couldn't move this guy without evidence, so he might as well let Hannibal do it. Although he cannot achieve justice, Kai has always been a consequentialist, as long as the result is good, it is enough.

Perhaps Hannibal was too conspicuous, making Cross very curious.

"Can I ask you a question?"

Hannibal looked at the cross with interest. →

"You think I'm easy to talk to?"

"No, just give it a try, there's nothing to lose anyway."

"Hahaha, you are really interesting." Hannibal laughed. "Indeed, I don't plan to kill you. After all, this mutual aid group makes me very unhappy, but I don't have time to pay attention to them for the time being. You can find something for them to do. You can ask me a question. Remember, There’s just one problem.”

"That's not what you were like just now. This is unfair!" Cross said unhappily. He could see clearly that the mysterious man in front of him did not have murderous intentions towards him. So he got a little bolder.

"Hey, is this your first day in society? Don't act like a child. Nothing is fair in the real world! Ask quickly! I'm in a hurry!"

"What does that policeman have to do with you?"

"If you say yes, yes, yes. If you say no, no."

"What answer is this? No, at least give me a definite answer."

"Okay." Kai tidied up his words, and then said nonchalantly: "Do you like drama?"

"ha?"

"Kai is the hero in my play! No one can kill him but me! Do you understand?"

"Drama...heroine...are you serious?" Cross was a little confused.

"Huh, mediocre." Hannibal didn't bother to explain.

"Okay..." The cross concluded that Hannibal was a psychopath. Viewing other people's lives as a drama is either psychotic or arrogant.

As everyone knows, Hannibal also decided that Cross was a fool. After all, he had come to believe in a loom. How could he be like this without being stupid?

"Okay, I'm leaving. → You are very interesting, but it's a pity that you can't join my drama and become an important supporting role. In short, don't burp easily, if possible, I will add you to my arrangement In drama, that must be fun.”

Before he finished speaking, Kai was swallowed up by a shadow, leaving only lingering sounds.

After confirming that the person was really gone, the cross slumped on the chair.

If you say you're not afraid, that's a lie.

Hannibal always had an infinite malice in him, an aura that seemed to kill him at any moment, making him feel like he was sitting on the edge of a knife, his whole body tense and not daring to slack off at all.

Now he felt like he had saved his life.

…

Elsewhere, Kay was comforting two restless hounds of Tindalos.

The previous reggae was at best a teething stick, but the cross was a naked feast for the hounds of Tindalos. His soul is pure and full of devotion! The quality of this kind of person's soul is very high. What the devil likes most are pure souls who firmly believe in justice and have a spirit of sacrifice.

How else could it be said that devout clergy and demons are mortal enemies?

Because in the eyes of demons, their souls are extremely delicious.

The two hounds had always been extremely eager for the cross, staring at him all the time, wanting to pounce on him at any time, take him in their mouths and torture him severely.

But Kai stopped him.

Although Kai didn't understand the cross, he could tell that he was a simple fool and a good person.

Naturally, he would not allow the hound to hurt him.

"Wait, there will be a big meal soon. Wait a minute." Kai comforted the hounds while rushing towards Guzman's lair.

…

Guzman’s hometown is an auto repair shop.

It is also the largest underground modification factory in the entire Southern District. Externally, illegal vehicle modifications and various black car sales are conducted here.

At first, Guzman bought the surrounding factories simply as a cover, but he found that doing this kind of business was very profitable.

Many people know that the United States is a country built on wheels.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the United States is a country living on car wheels. About a hundred years ago, the United States became a "country on wheels" because of the train invented by Stephenson and the cheap cars improved by Ford. After World War II, the United States, which became the world's first power, has a total population of about 800 million, but 700 million cars. Correspondingly, the supporting services such as car sales in the United States are also very complete. The procedures for buying a car are very simple: in the United States, if you have no hesitation in the model and price, buying a car is easy. Usually, as long as you bring your driver's license and enough means of payment, you can drive your favorite car home.

At the same time, it has also spawned a lot of car-related cultures.

Among them, modified cars are the most popular sport.

Basically, modified cars are very expensive. Often, the money spent on modifying a car can buy several cars of the same style. In addition, black cars are also very popular. Because this kind of car is often cheaper.

So Guzman's car repair shop became rich.

Guzman is a superstitious person. He thinks that this place has become popular for no reason, and it must bring good luck. It's similar to Feng Shui in China. So he simply put his nest here, and when his younger brothers are free, they learn to repair cars, which is also a survival skill.

But recently Guzman feels that he has started to have bad luck.

First, the supplier he cooperated with actually began to tighten the supply, which is not good. Later, the cooperation with Norman also had problems. Norman was directly on the run and came to ask for help. Although this guy's way of asking for help made him very unhappy, in order to fight to the death, Norman could only pinch his nose and cooperate with him.

Then the matter of killing the inner ghost seven years ago was actually turned over... The body was thrown into the sea for seven years and was washed ashore! Isn't this bad luck?

Fortunately, he solved the insider. Finally, for a while, the police have no evidence to touch him.

However, the killer's presence is always a scourge, and must be dealt with as soon as possible.

But now the killer is heavily protected by the police, and there is no chance to do anything to him.

Thinking of this, Guzman's head hurts.

Thinking about these things, Guzman decided not to think about it for now, anyway, the boat will be straightened out when the bridge comes. The killer didn't even see him, even if he testified against him, it would only be indirect evidence. No need to worry too much.

He planned to relax. He remembered that the Eastern European gang had brought a batch of Eastern European goods. Mao Mei has many advantages, such as fair skin, high nose bridge, three-dimensional facial features, and long legs. The quality is very high, and Mao Mei Morte is also popular in the United States now.

It's just right, find a few Mao Mei to relax today.

When he just picked up the phone and planned to ask his men to prepare the car, he found something strange.

It's so quiet.

This is a car repair shop. Because the business is too good, there are all kinds of mechanical sounds here day and night. After all, it is a black business, and it is impossible to run it like a regular factory, from nine to five. Most of the people working in Guzman's repair shop are illegal immigrants. He pays much higher wages than regular factories, so these illegal immigrants are naturally willing to work overtime. Anyway, there are no union organizations to protest against him.

But at this moment, it is quiet outside.

This is very abnormal!