who killed my cat

Chapter 96

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Chen Yu was itchy by him, he grabbed his collar with his backhand, and said softly, "Be good, don't make trouble."

"I listen to you."

Chen Yu sat on the soft leather chair unceremoniously, and Jian Mo gently rubbed his shoulders and neck with moderate force. "The party is about to start. It's the first time that Bi has made an official appearance here. How does it feel?"

"I feel that you look very good-looking today." Jian Mo stroked Chen Yu's bare fair nape, speaking vulgar but useful love words as if seducing a little girl.

Just as the two were flirting like old couples, there was a knock on the door.The mechanical voice of the bodyguard at the door reported to him the list of visitors.

The agent's office, in the attic of the seaside villa, looks like a study.At this moment, the curtains were closed tightly, and one could see through the gap that the reception below had already begun.Chen Yu sat up from the leather chair, and Jian Mo sat down instead.Chen Yu's fingertips slid across the black wood wall-mounted bookshelf.In theory, Jian Mo is the lawyer and advisor of the Holy Land, the most important subordinate of the family.But now his superior is still breathing oxygen.

Therefore, everyone knows who to woo, even if they don't woo to find out the details, it cannot be avoided.Therefore, there are still some small things that must be dealt with before the party starts.

Jian Mo nodded to the bodyguard: "Let Mr. Haimo come in first."

Haimo is an old man, with a smiling face that is happy for everyone, in this group with turbulent undercurrents.He guards his own arms dealer's territory, neither retreats nor advances, and does not accept soft and hard.There are several beams in Chen Yu's Power Building in the Holy Land, and Haimo is one of them.

But Haimo's life is not because of how loyal he is from the bottom of his heart.It's just that the longer a person lives, the more he knows.

After all, it is difficult for a person who knows many things to live to a certain age successfully, but once he survives, he is not easy to die.Highmore walked up to the two young men on crutches.

With a smile, Haimer took off his hat in a British gentleman's standard, with a bit of retro flavor.His eyes reflected the beautiful faces of the two young men, but he knew what kind of monsters these two young men were.

That's why he played against the right team.

"Your Excellency, I have something to ask."

"Uncle Haimo, why are you so polite. I haven't seen you for many years, are you here?" Jian Mo stood up and walked towards the old man with a kind smile on his face.

"Thank you for your concern. I'm here to resign."

"Oh. Why so suddenly?" Jian Mo asked in feigned astonishment.

Of course, the old fox smelled the breath and was ready to retreat.Chen Yu thought to himself.

His fingers slid across Jian Mo's books on the wall, took down a copy of Beccaria's "On Crime and Criminal Law" and flipped through it casually, flipping through it casually, but his eyes watched Jian Mo's daubs and changes in the blank parts Annotated essays are of particular interest.

"It's nothing, I just think that we old people should retire. Next is the stage for you young people. Do you have any ideas for this part of the successor? I can recommend a few successors. They have a good relationship with Congress."

Sure enough, it was an old fox.

Jian Mo's icy blue eyes blinked, and the waves instantly condensed into an ocean of ice.

"No hurry. There is a problem with the arms in Europe. We are just asking you to go there yourself. When the arms supply over there is restored, our manpower is almost ready. There is a winery in Sweden. I don't know you like or not?"

Haimo pursed his lips and looked up to see Chen Yu looking at him through the pages from the direction of the bookshelf.Haimer thought of some rumors about the feud between "Gospel" and "Phantom", combined with the secrets he knew about abilities, he couldn't help but shudder.In the end, he didn't know how true the rumors were, but he hoped that his ambitions would not be seen by the Gospel, and his actions were not bewitched by the other party.

"As you wish, my lord."

Chen Yu put the book back to its original place, stood beside the bed and took out a cigar from the humidor.Haimo is an old wolf who was killed on the battlefield. He has controlled the arms business of the Holy Land for many, many years.Back then, when he and Jian Mo were two children struggling under the hands of an increasingly insane priest, they successfully exchanged business from country A for Haimo's loyalty.

Now they want to drink a drink to release their military power, and the other party has not shown any dissatisfaction. It seems a bit strange on this battlefield of desire and hustle and bustle.

But Chen Yu saw the reason clearly more than ten years ago—the reason that others couldn't see.The old soldier's inner desire is to kill the priest and avenge his wife, his comrade in arms and his children.Chen Yu mobilizes people's inner desires—revenge, greed, fear... People's hesitation is mostly caused by too many desires. From a very young age, Chen Yu magnified which of Haimo's desires is beneficial to him part--

These things don't come out of nothing.Just like Chen Yuan's redemption, Chen Yu's depravity is just a magnifying glass, a microscope.

The next person to enter the door was a Southeast Asian man, code-named "Apostle", whose original name was Jack, Jesse or Jessica, it doesn't matter, everyone only knows that he is now a pirate leader who was born as a drug dealer.The scars on the brown skin penetrated from the forehead to the corner of the mouth, looking like a vicious desperado.Unlike Mr. Highmore, this outlaw is a complete stranger to the Holy Land.But places like "Holy Land", no matter how glamorous and well-dressed they are on the surface, can't change Mu Qiang's martial arts nature.

In other words, advocating violence and cruelty.

Jian Mo's black leather gloves were shining, and he smiled at the apostle. "Long time no see, my old friend."

The apostle looked at Jian Mo, glanced at Chen Yu's back smoking a cigar by the window, and nodded solemnly.The expression is stiff and serious.

Jian Mo took out a photo from the file bag beside him and handed it to the apostle.

The apostle bent down and took the photo with both hands.The expressionless face gradually showed the pleasure of twisted hatred, and the scar moved like a centipede lying on his face.

In the photo is a young man.He has black hair, wheat-colored skin, and clean and beautiful facial features. His slender limbs are wrapped in a dark blue police uniform, and he looks tall and straight. The silver-white police badge on his shoulders shines in the daylight. Hui.

With a smile on his lips, he stood on the wide avenue painted with ginkgo in autumn, squinting his eyes and looking at the blue sky.

"We are finally going to attack the white wolf?!" The apostle's voice was full of enthusiasm, and his fingers stroked the hideous scar on his face.Although the appearance of the person in the photo has changed, his identity has changed, and even his temperament has changed drastically, the apostle still recognized him as the same village that burned their drug dealers back then, which made him almost caught by the Interpol. A white wolf with scars on his face.

However, the target of the white wolf was not him.The white wolf just ran into the surrounding countries asking for help on the way to perform the mannequin mission, so he just helped him out.

Chen Yu twisted the cigarette, and said unhurriedly: "It's not us, it's you. Since the black cat knew that I moved his little wolf cub out of PIL, he basically tore us apart."

The apostle curled his lips and asked, "Since the black cat has defected from the organization, can I kill him too?"

Not knowing whether he was dissatisfied with the other party's rough language or the content of the words, Jian Mo pursed his lips without leaving any trace.

"You can try, but don't blame me for not warning you, a white wolf is enough for you."

"Also," Jian Mo crossed his hands and propped his arms on the table. "The white wolf is not the target of this mission."

"Your goal this time is to escort a batch of cargo. This time there is a batch of cargo from Tibet, and they will enter the sea from Pakistan. According to the rules, you hijacked a ship transporting cargo near Malacca with your Sky Snake, and borrowed that The territorial disputes of several countries passed through the cracks, and they were placed on fixed islands, and then someone went back to pick them up. The specific information will be notified to you later. You should pay attention to the goods this time, they are very fragile. But the price is doubled. "

The apostle didn't have any suggestions about his identity as a courier brother in disguise. The income of robbing in the sea alone is actually unstable, so it's better to get a job in the group now.Decent and relatively safe - this is the benefit of a "community of interests".

He licked his lips and walked towards the villa he specially rented.

Back then, he was still a little-known pirate leader, and Jian Mo was an expensive "goods" he snatched based on intelligence.And Chen Yu still didn't know how to restrain his abilities, and the entire pirate group who used his mental power to sway infighting, and the mascot of the Holy Land who came to negotiate terms with him confidently - Lucifer.

The apostle personally felt that Chen Yu was more like Medusa than Lucifer.

The deal with Chen Yu Jianmo was one of the most successful investments of the apostle—money, beauties, power, and respect all came to him.

But he was always vengeful, with a slit at the corner of his mouth—the white wolf—killing him was not enough.

He still remembers the strong and flexible body wrapped under the camouflage uniform, the black dagger was stained with blood, and the cold light on the blade was not as cold as his eyes, which made him lose his mind for a moment.

Then the short dagger flew straight into his eyes, and the blood and pain and the pain of losing his eyes forced out his hidden powers.From then on, he could see farther through the darkness.

In the residence of the big drug lord that he never approached, the white wolf shot through the head of the big drug lord.The clothes are very tight, wrapping the slender and attractive body.

Then, the sound of explosions and sirens soared into the sky.

The boy known as the White Wolf walked away from the wounded bones with light steps, like a crazy and beautiful little butterfly.

The apostle wanted to completely crush that arrogant and unruly figure—the way to crush a man's pride is really simple.

He tugged on his tie, exposing his burned skin.The hall in the villa where he lived was splendid and luxurious.

Sitting in the hall was a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, wearing British-style shorts.Flaxen hair, sea blue eyes innocently opened, pure like an angel.His lips were as fresh and juicy as wild berries, and his skin was uniquely tender at this age.

Chen Yu sat on Jian Mo's lap with a smile, hooking the other's chin with his fingers and looking at him. Jian Mo always asked for anything from Chen Yu, and kissed the other's lips obediently, devoutly and passionately.

Chen Yu smiled with satisfaction and asked, "What's the matter, are you unhappy?"

Jian Mo said: "You don't like White Wolf, I can kill him for you. Why do you want me to hint at the apostle?"

Chen Yu's tear mole made him more and more charming in Jian Mo's arms: "Why, is Your Excellency Phantom jealous?"

Jian Mo rubbed his nose against his neck, in the dark office, vaguely outlined the overlapping outlines of the two. "I don't like the way the apostle looks at you. To be honest, I don't like his work either.

Feng, if he plays the little boy to death again, hmph, it will increase unnecessary risks. "

"Without carrion, wolves cannot be attracted. Besides, those little boys died as soon as they died. Anyway, they are defective products that cannot be used in experiments, and they can't live for a few years. If those people like to play for a few more years, that's true. It is better to die early than to be tortured."

Jian Mo wiped Chen Yu's tear mole, "Well, it's true."

Chen Yu got off Jian Mo and adjusted his suit and tie.

"It's almost time. The charity gala will be your home game. Don't give those politicians too much face."

Just after saying this, Chen Yu rubbed Jian Mo's chin with a smile and said, "Good performance, there will be rewards in the evening."

The charity gala was held on the seaside beach.

"Thank you very much Mr. Mr. Collins Wen for his investment. We are very honored to be able to work with this outstanding lawyer and entrepreneur..." The politicians on the stage talked endlessly. Expanding to all aspects, because the "priest" is inherited, it has legal effect after notarization.

The illegitimate son who went astray professionally got a windfall and continued to support politicians in the general election to gain political resources so that he could continue to eat human blood.

Politicians and businessmen have always been good friends.

Jian Mo sat in the first row, the custom-made suit made him look elegant and extraordinary, and the superior facial features of the mixed race were very much like the representatives of the elite class in the magazines.Politicians on the stage made invitations, and he walked up to the stage in a personable manner.The sound of the waves behind and the orchestra's string symphony, the pure New York accent with just the right amount of humor won the favor of the audience.

Chen Yu narrowed his eyes and looked at Jian Mo.It seems that he and him have not seen each other for many years, but it seems that they have never been separated.Just like when they were young, they tried to send Chen Yu out together, and then he took the initiative to follow Jian Mo.Immediately after Jian Mo was kidnapped by the priest as a weight, they took this opportunity to build their own power.

{Everyone understands, see the old site}

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The main CP has a brother who wants to be so active, so he won't be separated for ten years