Chapter 189 Death of Germany, Mu Fan in the Mountains!

In the dream of Cupid, a high-level hall in Berlin, Germany,

"Dirk, are you sure that the person you hired won't go wrong? This is the seventh time. I'm still a little worried..." At this time, a young man sitting on the sofa looked uneasy;

"Young master, have you ever heard of "I"?" A middle-aged man stood up next to him and said confidently;

"I'm old? Why does it sound strange? I haven't heard of it. Is it very famous?

"What about the "shadow"? Don't you know this too?"

The young man took the red wine in his hand, thought about it for a moment, shook his head again and said, "Why are these killers you talking about are so powerful? But I haven't heard of it once!"

For this young master who only knows how to eat, drink and play, middle-aged people often show extraordinary patience and ask again, "Have you heard of "Death"?" ;

"Death! You mean the death who assassinated the Italian congressman last time? This time, the young man sat up straight and asked him, the only person who was interested in him, except for the inheritance of the family and the red wine woman, whether in the name and the record. He looked hotly at the middle-aged man standing next to him and asked, "Ha ha, in the topic I talk to people in private every time."

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Young master, it is the "death" hired this time! It's just that the price is a little surprisingly high!"

The young man's body suddenly stiffened and looked at the middle-aged man beside him with a strained face. The middle-aged man's body trembled, but then the young man suddenly laughed.

"Haha, Deker, I've always been very reassuring about you!" The young man looked at the middle-aged man with a smile,

The middle-aged man suddenly relaxed and laughed,

"Maybe I will feel more at ease if I can kill my grandfather, right?" The young man looked at the middle-aged man and asked;

"Your decision has always been wise!" The middle-aged man bowed his head and said respectfully;

The young man drank up the red wine in the glass and stood up; "Deckel, you don't need to use the killer you mentioned before. I only use death!"

The middle-aged man's body stiffened. After a moment of pause, he said awkwardly, "Young master, the people mentioned before are actually... the same person!"

"The same?" The young man was stunned and said curiously, "Don't killers always have only one name? Why does he use so much?

The middle-aged man explained: "All I know is that he is a weirdo in the killer world. Not everyone kills him with money. His other names are only part of his principles. A name represents a class of people. When he needs to kill that type of person, he will use that name..."

"Ao? Haha, interesting, it's worthy of being my most admired killer," the young man stopped the idea of leaving, and his handsome face looked directly at the middle-aged man and said with great interest, "So he wants to use that name this time?"

Middle-aged people are not sure; "It should be Laozi..."

The young man pondered, with a strange light in his beautiful eyes, and then said, "Can I see him?"

Is the middle-aged man; "Young master, the killer has the rules of a killer. Anyone who sees his face... will not stay alive!"

The young man nodded and said casually, "No matter what the price is, promise him. If he fails, find a killer who is better than him."

The middle-aged man looked frightened and said, "Young master, isn't it at least a year to two years apart if you fail? It's easy to detect another killer so soon!"

The young man smiled and then turned around and left, leaving a sentence before going out.

"Finding a new killer is not to kill my grandfather, but to kill "Death"! I don't want to see the killer I admire fail. If he fails, he will not be my idol. The idol that disappoints me can only be the dead. My grandfather is, and so is he!"

Three days later, major German media competed to report.

"Dear audience, this morning, the first person of the German Morse family, one of the German energy giants Morse. Layton died in the office, and the details are still under investigation..."

"Homo everyone, after forensic identification, Morse has been confirmed. Layton died of poisoning, and the specific reason is still under further investigation..."

"After a day of evidence collection, the police suspected that he was assassinated, although in the past few years, Morse. Layton has been assassinated more than a dozen times, but this time, unlike in the past, it is only a preliminary suspicion. Whether he was assassinated or accidentally poisoned, it still needs to go through further investigation and evidence by the police..."

In the Cupid's Dream Hall, late at night

Locke. Layton sat on the sofa and watched this morning's report, with a calm face.

"Young master, the matter has been completed. Is it time to remit the money?" The middle-aged man is well aware of the rules of the killer. Two days have passed, and the young master still did not say anything to give the money to the killer, so he looked at the young man with a worried face at this time.

"No hurry,"

At this time, the light in the room suddenly went out and it was dark. Dekel's face suddenly turned pale, and his body quickly moved to the young man's side. His eyes were sharp and wary and wary looked around him.

At this moment, the third person's voice suddenly sounded in the room.

"I'm not in a hurry to kill you!"

Hearing this vicissitudes of voice, Dekel's body stiffened and looked at the direction of the sound coming out of the door, pretending to be calm; "Death... My young master didn't say no to give it to you, so..."

Didn't wait for Dekel to finish, Locke. Layton interrupted and laughed, "Death! Ha ha, it's not easy to see you. You are really my favorite killer. Although I can't see you, it's good to feel your breath. I'll ask someone to remit the money to you later, but you have to do one more thing for me!"

"You still have ten minutes to remit money beyond the specified time limit! You are no longer qualified to negotiate with me again! And at that time, you only have one way to go!"

The sound of vicissitudes of life, like a ghost at night, floats in the room. Dekel is ready to fight, and his expression gradually calms down.

Locke laughed and said, "Talk to me, I think you should be a little patient. After all, I can give you twice as much money,"

There was no response in the dark, and the room was quiet and terrible.

In the face of death, Dekel was not sure at all, but the young master did not open his mouth all the time, and he could only wait quietly, such as waiting for death, that feeling was uncomfortable.

One minute, two minutes,...

Until the last minute, Locke suddenly laughed, and then took out his mobile phone and dialed a number. He just hummed and hung up the phone again. With ten seconds left, a text message came to his mobile phone in the dark.

"You are now qualified to negotiate with me!"

As soon as he said this, Dekel suddenly relaxed. In the night, no one saw it. At this time, the palm of his hand was full of sweat.

Locke laughed again and said, "I want you to help me kill someone,"

"Dear viewers, according to the latest report, in Morse. Layton's matter is still under further investigation. Morse was found in a nightclub early this morning. Layton's eldest son is afraid of Sackchel. Layton's body, according to the police investigation, died of excessive bleeding..."

"I believe that according to Morse's two consecutive dead accidents, you must have guessed that this is no longer a simple death accident. According to experts, it was previously determined that this is a typical serial murder case, but news came from the police at noon, afraid of Sackle. Layton took a drug overdose and finally committed suicide. Is this a serial murder, or a new conclusion from recent experts? There is still a further investigation by the police..."

Two days later. The whole of Berlin and even the whole of Germany are caught in a heated discussion in public. The topic is the German energy giant Morse. Layton was poisoned to death. Three days later, his eldest son was afraid of Sackchel. Layton committed suicide by drug overdose in a nightclub. Two days later, his second son died in a car accident while on vacation in Italy. At the same time, four people have died in the family in just ten days, and most of the people who died are heir candidates.

Is this an assassination by the enemy or the family killing each other because of the competition for inheritance rights? It is still a mystery, but this has caused trouble for the whole of Germany's energy and other industries. At this time, the whole of Germany has entered a state of strict prohibition. In addition to the police of local governments entering the investigation, the German intelligence agency has also begun to intervene. For a while, everyone in the Morse family and the business rivals who had business frictions with the Morse family were in danger!

Autumn is getting stronger. In a small mountain village at the junction of Yanjing and Shandong, the sky is blue and the water is beautiful, and some red leaves are added to the green forest all over the mountain. The mountain wind blows, and the leaves are swaying. In the morning, the villagers are still sleeping. At this time, in a forest on the back of the mountainside of the village, in front of a thin figure is quiet. Standing here, it looks like he has been standing here for a long time. His hair has been wet with dew, and this is Wolong Village. This bleak and somewhat lonely figure is Mu Fan.

"Old man, I'm disappointed in love. If you are here, should you scold me for being useless..."

"She is a good woman, and she is attached to the standards you once asked for, but unfortunately I didn't catch it..."

"I'm impetuous again. For two years, I still haven't learned to control my emotions well. You won't scold me..."

"I killed people again! Some people who have nothing to do with it. You said that people who have nothing to do with you should not be infected at will. Unfortunately, I haven't find out the people who have anything to do with it. What has something to do with it can't be killed. I'm impetuous, so I'm going to kill those people who have nothing to do with it. What you said didn't do. Are you going to scold me again..."

"One more thing to say to you, your favorite perfume has been abused by the group of people you have scolded. If you are here, it's time to scold..."

Mu Fan walked to the grave and sat down, leaning his back against the stone tablet of Longtian, with a tired face. With his eyes narrowed, he fell asleep quickly and slept peacefully.

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This chapter is a little late, guys, I'm sorry...

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