I am the only one who practices magic: I practice magic in the city

Chapter 304 You have no value in living anymore (4450)

Where did this guy get the gun from?

Richie Akiva himself didn't expect that this would be the first thing he thought of when Fang Yu pointed a gun at his forehead.

The insurance is on...

A layer of fine beads of sweat oozed out of Richie Akiva's forehead. He looked into Fang Yu's eyes and didn't dare to bet whether the other party would shoot.

"If I betrayed everyone, I wouldn't survive either."

Richie Akiva was very tactful and did not continue to dwell on whether he had any secrets about these people.

"Snapped!"

"Pick it up and have a look."

Fang Yu pulled out a file bag from the drawer beside him, threw it on the coffee table, and shook the gun in his hand.

Richie Akiva stared at the muzzle of Fang Yu's gun and carefully picked up the file bag on the coffee table. It felt heavy in his hand.

This is... a copy of your passport?

No, not just the passport, but also copies of a series of identification documents such as driver's license, credit card, social security card, medical insurance card, etc.

Plus a cell phone.

The photos on various documents looked somewhat similar to himself, but they were obviously not the same person.

Zeid Khalil?

The skin tone and features are slightly darker, and the pupils of the eyes appear closer together.

Under the gunpoint, Richie Akiva didn't bother to look closely. He just glanced at the names on the passports and various identification documents, and put the document bag back on the coffee table.

"Fake identity? Do you think the intelligence department of the United States is too stupid? Besides, this photo doesn't look like me at all. No matter which department it is, they can use the body camera to scan it and verify the authenticity. I don't want to spend the rest of my life hiding from people. Rather than that, I'd rather be shot to death by you."

"Fake identity?" Fang Yu threw a pad to Richie Akiva, "Go check it yourself on SSNVS and E-Verify. That phone can be used to receive the verification code."

Check it out? Could this be his real identity?

Richie Akiva picked up the pad and found that it was just a blank pad connected to the Internet with nothing in it.

After opening E-Verify, Richie Akiva discovered that this identity was actually registered for electronic verification, and the verification result was exactly the same as the information on the passport!

hiss~
Is this the real identity?
Check the other files again.

All are true!

Richie Akiva couldn't help but gasp, and the hairs on his body stood up.

Regardless of whether the other party found a real identity of Zaid Khalil who was somewhat similar to him and gave it to him to use, or got through all the links of the Miami Government to produce these documents, it is obviously not something that one person can do.

There must be a huge force behind it!

What kind of force is it?
It is obvious that this set of things was prepared in advance, which means that the other party has been eyeing me for a long time.

What exactly do they want to do?
"Do you have any questions now?" Fang Yu turned the gun on his fingers twice, which made Richie Akiva terrified. He was afraid that he would accidentally fire the gun and kill himself.

"You can take a copy of the complete set of documents for this identity to the corresponding department for reissue. In addition, I can give you another 300,000 Malaysian dollars in cash to ensure that you can find a place to start over."

Fang Yu raised an eyebrow, "As for you saying that you don't look alike, it doesn't matter. Once you wake up, I can make you look exactly like the photo."

It turns out that he wants to give me plastic surgery.

Hearing this, Richie Akiva felt a little relieved.

Since the other party took so much trouble to prepare a fake identity for him, it at least shows that he is still valuable and they will not kill him easily.

"Fifteen years ago, the NYPD collected my biometric information. Once the information is compared, my identity will be exposed." Rich Akiva's eyes flashed.

"have nothing left."

No more? What do you mean?
Could it be that they have people in the NYPD and FBI who deleted my biometric information?

Fang Yu looked impatient. "Last chance, yes or no? I'll count to three, one!"

"boom!"

As soon as he said this, Fang Yu pointed the gun downward and shot Richie Akiva in the thigh.

Richie Akiva screamed and fell to the ground, covering his thigh.

"Didn't you say to count to three?" Richie Akiva's tears came out, not because of the pain, but because of fear.

are you crazy!

When you say count to three, do you mean count and fire one shot at a time?

The gunshot is so loud and you don’t have a silencer, aren’t you afraid that others will hear it?

"two."

Seeing that Fang Yu seemed to be about to pull the trigger again, Richie Akiva endured the pain and shouted loudly: "Agree! I agree!"

What a cheap bastard indeed.

There are a lot of such people among the Jude people. When faced with the threat of force, they will quickly betray their own people. There are more of them than the Zhou traitors during the Great Zhou War.

In the second season, most of the Jude people who had been hiding among the people and had long since changed their surnames to Prussia or East Eugenie were actually reported by their own people, and then a whole group of them were brought out.

To deal with this kind of person, Fang Yu never thought of using magic.

After Fang Yu knew the identity of Richie Akiva, she judged that he must have a lot of leverage over the upper class of Miami. But when she asked Youzi to look through Richie Akiva's phone, she found nothing but photos of him with many powerful people and some bed photos of unknown celebrities.

There are no secrets of high society? How is that possible?

From ancient times to the present, there has never been a single upper-class chamber pot that has not been archived.

After all, these people are afraid of being abandoned and killed to silence them. Driven by a sense of crisis, they will inevitably tend to keep evidence.

Yuzu searched a few more online disks of Richie Akiva, but still found nothing.

Fang Yu guessed that this guy might have stored the data on a private server. Without knowing the server address, even Youzi would not be able to find out where the data was stored.

There is also a possibility that he placed the data on a mobile hard drive or an off-grid computer.

However, this situation is unlikely. After all, he can't carry these things with him. If he encounters an emergency like today and cannot get the mobile hard drive, this backup plan may not be useful.

No matter which situation it is, it is obvious that if you want to obtain the information in the other party's hands, you must make a breakthrough from Richie Akiva.

Of course, Fang Yu could easily cast a control spell on Richie Akiva to make him hand him over voluntarily.

But if that's the case, then wouldn't I be able to enjoy the pleasure of bullying Jude the scum?

"Give me the Pad, I'll connect it to the NAS." Richie Akiva wanted to take the pad on the table.

Although the bullet did not hit the aorta, the blood that flowed out still stained the carpet red, and Richie Akiva's hands were also covered with slippery blood.

Fang Yu frowned and pretended to tap on Richie Akiva's leg, and Richie Akiva's wound immediately stopped bleeding.

"OMG, is this Dian Xue?" Richie Akiva couldn't help but widen his eyes, and felt that the gunshot wound on his leg didn't seem to hurt that much. Richie Akiva limped to the kitchen sink to wash his hands, then picked up the Pad again, entered an IP address in the browser, and entered the username and password.

Fang Yu took the Pad, told Youzi to download all the data, and slid his finger across the screen.

Rich Akiva even made a database index, dividing all celebrities into levels of importance from 0 to 4. Level 0 is the most important, and includes some top wealthy people or bigwigs from both factions, such as former New York Mayor Bloomberg and Oracle's Larry Ellison. Level 4 includes ordinary small models, small stars, and small bosses.

However, there is no extreme evidence in the list of top bosses at level 0. At most, they have cheated on their partners and used contraband. If it were exposed, it might indeed cause a small earthquake and make the exposed people embarrassed, but it is definitely not a fatal blow.

Among them, the photo that Fang Yu was most interested in was the one in which Chuck Schumer, the leader of the Minzhu faction, was hugging and kissing a young girl who looked quite young.

And there is no front view shot, only the side view.

There are also a few men and women who might have been a problem twenty years ago, but now, they might even help boost their careers.

There is only one group photo in the folder of Disney CEO Robert Iger.

As for the ugly appearances of Hollywood stars that were classified as level 1-2, there were quite a lot of them. Together, the two levels totaled hundreds of folders.

But what the hell is this doing to me?
How do you do a chamber pot?

After all these years, this is all you’ve managed to film?
"That's all?" Fang Yu looked at Richie Akiva suspiciously and pointed the gun at his middle leg. "Do you have anything else you haven't taken out? I didn't expect you to be so kind to your own people. Explain it clearly. I need more secrets of the Jude people."

Richie Akiva's face turned pale with fear.

"No, really." Richie Akiva was full of desire to survive. "This is really all. Every month, someone comes to the private room to check if there is surveillance. Moreover, those big shots have their own channels. I can't have any substantial contact with them at my level."

That makes sense.

"Pia!"

"Jude is trash!"

Fang Yu slapped Richie Akiva in the face with his backhand, then reloaded the bullet with a click and pointed the gun at Richie Akiva's forehead again.

"How disappointing. I thought you would be more useful. Now that you are like this, there is no point in you living."

FXXK!

Richie Akiva, who was knocked to the ground by a slap, was frightened out of his wits.

I have already handed over the information, why do you still want to kill me?
"Wait, wait!" Richie Akiva's face swelled up instantly, and he shouted incoherently: "Although I don't have more important information, I know who has it! Really! The information he has will definitely meet your needs!"

Fang Yu showed a curious expression on his face: "Oh? Who has it?"

"Jeffrey Applestein." Richie Akiva didn't hesitate and said a name.

"Jeffrey Applestein?" After all, Fang Yu was not a real Malaysian, and he had never heard of this name.

"Yes, Jeffrey Applestein is a Wall Street tycoon. He is friends with most of the senior executives of Zhengshang. He has deep connections with both Clayton and Trump. He is a real big shot, a top broker in the upper class. Compared with him, I am just a small-time gangster."

Richie Akiva spoke very quickly, and although it sounded a little unclear, we could still understand what he was saying.

"Jeffrey Aberstein has a small island in the Caribbean. Every year he brings hundreds of people to the island for a party. Each of them is a top celebrity in the world. I even met Prince Albert of England there! I'm sure you can find what you want there!"

"Very few people know about this, and the buyers of private islands in the Virgin Islands are anonymous. If you let me go, I will tell you directly which island it is. I believe that with the strength of your organization, you can easily find enough information on the island."

Richie Akiva's mind worked quickly. He guessed that this powerful and mysterious Zhou descendant must be a member of a certain intelligence organization of the Great Zhou. He sold out Absterne, who was also a Judean, without hesitation.

No wonder everyone is promoting the Great Zhou threat theory. They can easily come up with a real or fake identity from the Mai country. It’s really scary to think about it.

Fang Yu's eyes lit up. That's right, this is the tone of a top celebrity. A small island in the Caribbean, that's what it sounds like.

"Since this island is so secretive, how did you know about it?" Fang Yu touched his chin and asked thoughtfully.

Richie Akiva showed a hint of pride on his face: "Since a few years ago, Abstern has held a large party with hundreds of people on the island every year. Every time he has a party, he asks me to do the overall planning and reception arrangements for him."

"Of course, a party of this size is relatively normal. At most, there will be a xx dance. If a guest likes a girl, he can discuss it himself. But I am sure that there are more secrets on this island..."

"Once, Absterne wanted to talk to me about the venue layout, but he took the wrong document bag and a few photos fell out of it..."

Richie Akiva told Fang Yu in detail about the photos.

"I just glanced at it and saw the content. Absterne quickly picked up the photos and threatened me not to tell anyone."

"I have told you everything I know. You can go and verify whether what I said is true or not. I can't run away anyway. Please arrange plastic surgery and gunshot surgery for me as soon as possible! My legs are starting to go numb!" Richie Akiva begged.

Fang Yu hesitated for a moment and moved the gun away from Richie Akiva's forehead.

Richie Akiva had just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw a strange smile on Fang Yu's face.

"Have a good sleep and welcome your new life."

Richie Akiva only felt something prick his neck, and then his consciousness began to blur.

In a daze, Richie Akiva only felt that Fangis was pushing him and shouting his name, but he couldn't move or speak at all.

"Yeah, he's unconscious." Richie Akiva heard the Zhou man say, and then he started having a chattering conversation with someone next to him.

Is this his Da Zhou accomplice? What are they talking about?
Richie Akiva couldn't help but secretly feel fortunate that he used a lot of banned drugs and had a strong drug resistance, otherwise he would not have heard these inside stories.

But it’s useless if you don’t understand Zhou language.

wrong!

This is not Zhouyu!
It’s Japanese!

Richie Akiva reacted immediately.

It turned out that the Japanese intelligence organization was pretending to be from the Great Zhou and causing trouble!
Are the little Japanese so brave?
How dare you target us Jude people?

Before he knew it, Richie Akiva lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, it was three days later.

When he woke up, he saw that he was still in that cramped apartment. There was no one in the apartment, and the gunshot wounds on his face and right leg were wrapped in thick bandages.

Richie Akiva struggled to get up from the bed, feeling extremely weak, thirsty and hungry. He looked around the room but indeed saw no one.

What do you mean?
Are you abandoning me?

It seems like I have already undergone a complete cosmetic surgery?
Huh? There's a piece of paper here.

"Now, you are free, Mr. Zaid Khalil. You can remove the bandages when you wake up. Look at your new face. Do you like it?"

"Ps. Zaid Khalil is a new immigrant of Palestinian descent."

Richie Akiva slumped down on the couch.

Palasdin? Am I a Palasdin?

Fxxk! Fxxk! Fxxk!

Damn little Japanese!

I will never forgive you!!!

Please give me the guaranteed monthly ticket!!!!!!!!!!!!
It's really strange. Yesterday, the first paragraph was reviewed and revised. Can it be illegal to write about sweating under the armpits without anything else? This is too weird, right? I changed it back and see what the result is tomorrow.

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