Chapter 595 Ask for Life!

The dream of Cupid, Berlin's senior club.

A handsome man in a blue-eyed evening dress has the appearance and temperament that all women in Europe like. Naturally, her identity is as deadly as poison for women all over the world.

Locke. Layton, reclining on the abdomen of the sharpest young model in the recent Paris show, and the girl carefully plucked out Locke's ears with her hair.

"Young master, why do you like to pick your ears in such a strange way? I've never heard of it."

Her fingers gently groped on the girl's slender long legs and said with a faint smile, "This is what I learned from the Chinese people. It is said that I used my hair to pick out my ears. It has existed in their ancient country for thousands of years, which is very comfortable..."

When the girl heard it, she laughed. He said, "Does Master Locke also like this kind of old game? However, the last time I was on a show in France, I heard that Huaxia has recently emerged a perfume genius. It's not, it's two. Those two people caused a lot of sensation in the French Perfume Association."

Locke. After grasping a special pure gold pistol in his hand, Layton aimed at the murals worth at least tens of millions on the wall. With a bang, the mural was not broken and hit the wall on the side, which scared the girl's body trembled and forgot the movements in her hand for a moment.

Locke sat up, hugged the girl, and said with a faint smile, "Everything in China is old. How can they understand perfume, a new era product? Even if one or two powerful characters appear now, they will be submerged by the European perfume industry sooner or later..."

The girl was so cold that she didn't dare to say a word.

At this time, Locke's phone rang.

"Deckel, what's the matter?"

"Tut, you are Locke. Layton, I'm sorry, your friend can't answer the phone for the time being. He is in our hands and wanted to blackmail him. I didn't expect this guy to be so timid that he said not to kill him. He can provide us with a lot of secrets about you. Master Locke, what do you think I should do?

Listen to the old and deliberately suppressed strange voice from the other end of the phone, Locke. Layton's face turned pale in an instant. The blue eyes condensed into a line and said indifferently, "The mafia dare not blackmail me, dare you? If you want to kill Deker, I don't have any problem.

"Wh, is Master Locke confident that your men can keep their mouth shut about your affairs until they die? However, he just told me everything, and I can tell you some of them, such as Morse. Layton's death was that Master Locke hired a killer to assassinate, and the hired killer is still my favorite killer "Death", right? Oh, by the way, it seems that the other heirs of Morse are also what you asked for "Death" to kill. Oh, what can you do? Do I know too much that Master Locke will also send a killer to kill me?

Listen to the details of these columns, Locke. Layton is no longer calm. He knows very well about the character of the housekeeper Deker. Even if someone kills him, he dares not betray himself. After all, the Deker family is in control of his own hands, but why does he dare to betray himself so boldly this time?

After a moment of silence, Locke said in a low voice, "It's just a transaction. How much money do you need?"

"One hundred million, it's the euro..."

"Location?"

"I'll call you again"

After saying that, the other party hung up the phone. Locke's face was ferocious in an instant. He raised his hand and shot. The murals on the wall that had not been broken before were broken in an instant.

The girl's body trembled violently, looking in horror at the angry Locke she had never seen at this time. Layton.

In an abandoned factory on the outskirts of Berlin, Decker was hung and looked at the three Asian faces in front of him in horror.

"What the hell are you going to do? I didn't tell you, why do you know this?

Looking at Decker's frightened face, the dragonfly sneered and said, "My English is not good, so I don't quite understand what you mean."

"Who the hell are you?"

Looking at Decker's angry expression because of fear, the dragonfly smiled and said, "It's very simple. Locke has offended the person who shouldn't have been offended."

"Don't you know who you are fighting against? If Locke is willing, the Mafia will hang you immediately!"

"The mafia?" The dragonfly suddenly made a frightened expression, and then laughed, "Deckel, don't you know that since you dare to kidnap you, do you think we will be afraid of the mafia you mentioned? Now is the time for you to repent. Think about you following Locke. What bad things did Layton do..."

At 3 p.m., Locke removed 100 million euros from his private account in Switzerland and transferred to a strange account.

"Master Locke is very good and has a pleasant cooperation. Deker is in the abandoned steel mill in the suburbs. If someone gives it to you, we will also keep it a secret and have a happy cooperation."

The phone hung up, and Locke's mouth trembled violently. Without saying a word, he drove with people to the suburbs quickly.

An hour later, the steel mill in the suburbs saw Deker hanging.

"Deckel, you betrayed me!"

"Young master, it's not me. I promise I really didn't say anything, and I don't understand why they know so much, young master~~"

With a bang, Dekel was shot in the chest, and Locke said angrily, "You'd better cooperate with these people to investigate those people for me. If you can't do it well, you and your family will all die!"

Locke left the steel mill.

"Dirk, the young master's words have been well understood. The only thing you can do now is to cooperate with us to investigate those people. The news has been exposed, and we can only kill them all..."

Deckel said weakly, "I, I understand..."

Several people rescued Deker and were about to leave. Unfortunately, at this moment, there was a sudden rapid gunshot. Except for a young man and Deker, all the others died.

As soon as Locke returned to his residence, he received an express delivery.

Locke changed his clothes and asked a beautiful woman beside him, "Who sent it?"

The beautiful woman shook her head and said, "I don't know, it was sent from the local,..."

"What is it? Read it to me..." After saying that, Locke walked into the bathroom.

The beautiful woman with upturned buttocks went to the sofa. After opening it and looking at it for a long time, she looked strange and read it out, but she didn't understand it, let alone Locke.

Locke was in a bad mood. He couldn't even understand a courier, so he added fuel to the fire. He came out of the bathroom and kicked the woman's buttocks. The woman suddenly rolled over for several weeks before she got up with a face full of pain and fear.

After looking at it for a long time, Locke was shocked, and his fingers began to tremble and muttered, "Laozi, Laozi? ........ Death?"

Three swths, a very crisp sound, like the sound of a vase knocking. Unfortunately, the beautiful woman who had just stood up had fallen into a pool of blood. Locke was so terrifying that he hurriedly took out the pistol from his hand. Unfortunately, the speed was too slow, and the hand holding the gun had already inserted a dagger.

"Ah~~~~"

A masked shadow came to him and stepped on Locke's feet. Looking at the latter's ferocious face, his voice was hoarse and extremely slight: "You worship death, don't you? I'm from hell. I'm the messenger of death. He asked me to take you away..."

The next day, a body was hung on a telephone pole on Berlin Street. It was a man who was punished by a fluke.

In the early morning, on the road, when the children who sent the morning newspaper saw a bicycle hanging from a telegraph pole above their heads, they immediately screamed and fled.

The news has walked, completely boiling the whole of Berlin, spreading to the whole of Germany, and then affecting the whole of Europe.

"Good job, everyone. Less than two years later, there has been another death in the Morse family. In the past, it has been speculated that all kinds of serial murders in the Morse family are Locke. Layton's so-called, just suffering from the fact that there has been no evidence, but early this morning, Locke. Layton's body was dropped on a telegraph pole on the street. The death was horrible, like a demon who was tortured in a curse..."

"This is a big event for Germany and even the whole of Europe. Locke, the most competitive energy tycoon in recent years, fell on a telegraph pole this morning. The specific details and reasons are still under further investigation by the police. We will follow the report on whether there is a bigger conspiracy behind it..."

"Dear viewers, Locke, this young European figure, died suddenly, and died even more strangely. Some people say it's murder, while others say that it is unpredictablely related to the successive deaths of the heirs of the Morse family. Will this be the biggest headless case in our German history? Should we question the recent German government's ability to fight crime..."

On the streets of Paris, France, on a tabloid newsstand, a young man with an Asian face picked up the latest daily newspaper. On the front page, he saw Locke hanging from a telegraph pole. Photo of Layton.

At this moment, Qianying, who has caused countless men to turn around, came, holding two cups of hot coffee and having to give the latter one.

"Will this cause unnecessary trouble?"

Mu Fan smiled and said, "Trouble? I'm just afraid that there is no trouble here. If the old guys of the French perfume family don't have any trouble recently, how can I do it?

Mela was stunned, her eyes widened, stared at Mu Fan's calm face drinking coffee, and said in surprise, "Are you trying to blame Locke's death on those perfume families in France?"

"Correct solution."

Mela took a cold breath. After a long silence, she snorted coldly, "Insidious!"

"I'm flattered,"

"Shameless!"

"Actually, I'm a hooligan, have you forgotten?"

"You, you~~~"

Mu Fan held the coffee in one hand and took Mera's hand with the other. He smiled, "What are you? You're pretending to be my lover now. You have to be like it anyway."

Mela looked at Mu Fan tossing his hand with cold eyes and said vigilantly, "I only eat, walk and talk with you,"

Mu Fan was slightly stunned and said curiously, "What else do you think you need to do? Do you want to go to bed with me? Oh~~Your mind is really grinful..."

Mela was furious and roared in front of the street; "Ah! Are you a man?"

It attracted a lot of people.

Mu Fan curled his lips and smiled, "Tender, Paris is a romantic country. You are also from here. Why did you learn Chinese women after living in China for so much time? Hey hey, come on, let my brother hug me, and let those passers-by envy..."

Mela took a deep breath, word by word, using the new noun she was not very proficient in cursing, and shouted, "Let you hug ~ sister!"

"..." Mu Fan trembling all over and looked at Mela at this moment. In addition to her appearance, she was still an exotic woman. She was obviously a native Chinese. He laughed and said, "I just want to hug you, my sister. Come on, listen to my brother, or I will fart..."

Mela couldn't defeat Mu Fan by raising the bar. She turned around angrily and wanted to leave, but when she turned around, they were not gentle, and their strength was amazing.

With a thorn, Mera's newly bought coat was torn, and suddenly the large skin on the white abdomen ** came out, causing passers-by to sigh.

"Well, that, I didn't mean to. In fact, I didn't want to tear your clothes. At first, I just thought about untied your clothes for me to see. I've never been violent."

Mela raised her leg and put it on Mu Fan's calf, then stepped on Mu Fan's foot and turned away.

Looking at Mera's angry back, Mu Fan turned around and glanced at the group around him and said with a smile, "Paris, the perfume capital, how can the weather be so sunny? It has to be a thunderous day..."