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Chapter 0667 Captive lion?

"Has it all been solved?" Kleig raised his cup and admired the crystal liquid in the cup through the light. It looked as beautiful as melting crystal.

From the moment he came, the fate of others was already destined.

As Kleig said, this matter needs an explanation, and these dirty bed bugs are explanations.

To be honest, he is not nervous about Li Zitao. He is a Chinese with yellow skin, so what can he do even if he knows who did it.

The current performance is just to strive for more benefits.

As long as the people behind him give up some profits, he will be able to put away his fangs and become a captive lion again.

"Yes, it's all solved." A strange voice rang.

Li Zitao sat beside him, and the smile on Kelaige's face suddenly stiffened.

Why did he come? Isn't he in Los Angeles?

"Why am I here?" Li Zitao put the golden python revolver in his hand on the table and looked at him with a smile on his face: "Of course I'm here to see you, Klaige."

"Haha..." Klegg put down his wine glass and swept the pistol on the table with the corner of his eyes, "Is there any misunderstanding here, Charlie?"

"Well, I think so." Li Zitao turned around and walked towards the bar, picked up an empty cup and sat back, poured himself a glass of wine and smiled, "Why don't you pick it up?"

"What?" Kleig didn't seem to understand what he was talking about.

After drinking a sip of wine, Li Zitao said curiously: "It seems that you are a smart person, but why do you have to do stupid things?"

"I said Charlie, this is a misunderstanding... How are my men?" Kleig's heart became nervous when he found his hand on the butt.

"Of course I'm dead." As the corner of his mouth said with a smile, there was no fluctuation in Li Zitao's eyes, which made people feel terrible.

"I want to take back what I said just now, Klaige... You are not as smart as I thought." Li Zitao pointed his gun at his temple.

"Charlie Lee, do you know what you are doing?" Kleig grabbed the cup nervously and sternly said: "I am the Federal Admiral, Army Staff, bang..."

The smell of gunpowder and blood was a little pungent. The corpse beside him fell heavily to the ground, and his frightened and angry expression before his death was frozen on his face.

Perhaps he forgot that even the lion in captivity was still a lion. Putting away the fangs and claws did not mean that his wildness had disappeared, but was just hidden by it.

"So what?" Li Zitao looked at Ke Laige with a faint look on his face. He put the golden python in his hand on the table, reached out and picked up the wine glass and savored it carefully.

"Boss, everything is done." Danny walked over and glanced at the corpse on the ground with a plain look.

"Well, where has the plane been?" Li Zitao asked casually.

"There are 2 hours left to land," said Danny.

“What about other goals?”

"If it goes well, you have started to retreat now." Danny said lightly after looking at the watch.

"Hu..." Li Zitao took out his handkerchief from his pocket and carefully wiped the cup in his hand.

After doing this, Li Zitao stood up from his seat, and Danny also took out a few bottles of liquor from the bar and smashed it on the floor.

The moment Li Zitao walked out of the club, Danny threw out the lighter in his hand.

"Let's go, go to the airport." After looking at the room behind him where the fire was ignited, Li Zitao led his people to the forest beside the road.

...

At the same time, Junius Morgan, who was negotiating cooperation in London, walked out of the building and suddenly felt a little annoyed when he looked at the crowded streets.

"I want to go." He said to the driver, and Junius walked forward, and the driver had to drive the car helplessly behind him.

At this time, two young homeless men ran over, looking fifteen or sixteen years old, bowed to him with a flattering face and said, "Sir, can you give me some money to buy lunch?"

"Okay." Junius smiled and reached for his wallet.

Suddenly, two homeless men rushed into his arms, and the sharp blade pierced into his abdomen, causing Junius's face to flush instantly.

Puff puff puff

The two of them held his body from left to right, stabbed him quickly several times, and turned their heads and rushed towards the alley beside them.

When the driver noticed that something was wrong, only Junius was left lying on the ground and twitching slowly.

...

Federnan Cafe, New York.

Two well-dressed men sat by the window looking through the newspaper and enjoying a wonderful afternoon.

In the position around them, a group of fierce and vicious men sat, making everyone who saw them look away in fear.

At some point, two men in windbreakers suddenly appeared outside the window, and they stood there as if curiously.

Shaking the newspaper in his hand, the two looked out curiously, with a little threat and smile in their eyes, wanting to see what the two guys are doing.

It was just that they were greeted not by begging or fear, but by a double-barrel hunting rifle that shone under the windbreaker.

Bang...

Public bath.

A man was lying next to the pool and enjoying a massage, and something suddenly hit his forehead.

boom!

The broken porcelain pieces flew everywhere, and a hole appeared in the center of the fat face.

...

Curtis R&D Branch, Russia.

Harlen Curtis was having a meeting on the second floor when a scream suddenly rang downstairs.

"What happened?" Curtis frowned, and went to the window to open the lily curtain and looked down.

Six f931s parked on the street, and the front of the car rushed straight to the building. The dark muzzle on the roof made him look gray, "He's here."

Twist...

The stone chips flew around, and the entire second floor seemed to be raging by a storm. When six cars left, the entire conference room had become a real hell.

...

...

Washington, White House.

"Mr. President, we are in big trouble." The office door was suddenly pushed open, and Roosevelt felt a little uneasy when he looked at the chief of staff who was walking towards him.

"What is it?" After taking the document, Roosevelt just swept to the first line, and his eyes suddenly tightened.

Three shooting incidents occurred in New York, two mafia leaders and a wealthy businessman died on the spot, their faces being bombarded with 25-caliber shotguns.

Junius Morgan in London, Morgan's successor was stabbed by a homeless man on the street for nineteen consecutive days. His life and death are uncertain. He is currently being rescued in the Royal Hospital.

Curtis's president, Harlen Curtis, was shot dead while attending a meeting in Russia. The other party used a Browning heavy machine gun, which was like a slaughterhouse crushed by a meat grinder.

"Where is Charlie Lee?" Roosevelt asked with gritted teeth with his eyes gloomy and his face covered in gray.

"Three hours ago, his plane landed in Troc," said the chief of staff.

"Then when these things happen, he must be in heaven." Roosevelt looked at his chief of staff in a mocking tone.

"We are trying our best to collect clues." The chief of staff said with his head down.

jingle.

The phone rang outside, and the secretary pushed the door and whispered: "Mr. President, Mr. Jack Morgan online, he wants to talk to you in person."

Bang, putting the information on the table, Roosevelt leaned back and said tiredly, "Now the trouble is here, damn... don't they know how to stop at the right time?"
Chapter completed!
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