Dozo America

This is a very private club in New York, decorated in the British style. A thin and tall old man in his sixties is sitting on the seat, and behind him can see the high-rise buildings in New York. He

The clothes on his body are very elegant, and you can feel that he is a rigorous and meticulous person.

In this huge office, there are four burly men standing in black suits. It can be seen from their hands that they have experienced many battles or often hold guns. These four people are bodyguards, or they may be

It will be a killer. This is the headquarters of the Killer Group. On the surface, they are an external consulting company.

Sitting opposite him, who was sweating a little bit, was Tasim Kingsley. From time to time, he wiped the sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief. The man sitting in front of him gave him huge pressure. In that old man, there was no

Before speaking, he did not dare to speak casually. He just sat like this, feeling very uncomfortable, as if he was sitting on pins and needles.

"Zhen has arrived in New York, do you know about this matter?" The old man finally spoke, he frowned and said to Tasim Kingsley, "If he is here for this matter, then...

Things are not easy to handle. How do you think our transaction should be completed?"

"I...I can cancel..." Tasim Kingsley wiped his sweat and said, "But I can bear your losses. I can bear all the losses related to this matter..."

"No, no, friend, money is only one aspect. We have lost manpower, so... I don't want to lose our reputation as well. Although I don't want to end up like Diego Farrell, but we will act according to our rules.

.But...all you need to give us is 100 million U.S. dollars, we

Be prepared to withstand any possible retaliation and suffer losses. This is not because we breached the contract, but because you simply did not provide us with the true situation of the target person, which caused us problems." The old man frowned.

Looking at Tasim Kingsley, he said with a serious face.

"One hundred million dollars?" Tasim Kingsley couldn't help but lean back, but the chair blocked his body. He wiped his sweat. Although one hundred million dollars is not difficult for him. Although he has money,

One hundred million dollars is really going to be given to this old man like this. This is like a bolt from the blue to him.

"Can it be less? I... can't afford so much money!" Tasim said with trembling hands. If it was to cover up, he would rather give it a try. The magic of money is far greater than the threat he is facing now.

.A typical guy who wants money rather than his life.

"This is not a bargain. We have carefully evaluated your assets. You can definitely get so much money, as long as you sell a few properties. We can give you time, five days... Within five days, it will be done.

For all this, we need to transfer cash, but don't worry, while you are dealing with this matter, we will also deal with the entrusted business matters." The old man shook his head slightly, "Remember, in five days, I

Someone will give you an account!”

"God!" Tasim Kingsley screamed silently in his mind. He didn't know how he left this place. He was in a daze and came back in the car. Even after he got home, Michael helped him

When he opened the door, he was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses. Until Michael called him several times.

Back in his study, Tasim Kingsley said to Michael: "Call Rocco, I have something for him to do!" After saying that, he sat down weakly. He sat in front of the desk in a daze,

Facing the lawn and woods outside the window, I even had the idea that all of this had nothing to do with me.

"Dad, what's going on?" Crowe opened the door furiously, rushed in, stood in front of Tasim Kingsley, and said with some dissatisfaction, "We still have to beg for those things now.

Human? No matter how powerful he, Zhen Fan, is, is his daughter that powerful? She’s just a little girl. A damn bitch!”

"Shut up, you bastard. Pack your things right now and leave here right now. It's best to leave the United States. No matter where you go, I will give you a sum of money. No matter where you go, stay anonymous. If you can do it."

, you can save your life. Do you understand?" Tasim Kingsley yelled loudly at Crowe.

"Oh my God, what's going on?" Crowe said loudly to Tasim Kingsley, "Even if we start a war, we won't necessarily lose. We have manpower and weapons, and we won't let them

Everyone is bad, why should they run away like a dog?"

"Get out of here, get out of here, Michael, take this bastard away. No matter what method you use, get this guy out of here and send him away until he gets on the plane. No matter which country he goes to, as long as it's not here!" Suddenly Tata

Sim Kingsley yelled like crazy.

Crowe was frightened by Tasim Kingsley's expression. After all, although he had a stern voice, he was still a child, only seventeen years old, so he was frightened by Tasim just now and pulled by Michael.

Then he went out. Tasim watched his son leave, and then he slowly exhaled, hoping it was not too late.

Obviously, after talking with the old man for a long time, an old fox like him had already guessed what the old man wanted. Their so-called reputation was actually not important at all. What they wanted was his property, which was

Everything he has, they will never touch those two girls again. They only care about money, not what means they use to get it. The so-called 100 million US dollars is just a cover, what they want is everything they have,

Even life.

Maybe they had already started planning, when they knew Claire's identity. Damn it, are you really old? You can't even see such a conspiracy? Since they are a killer group, then don't expect them to deal with it.

No matter how trustworthy you are, they will betray you at any time. Maybe they have already gone to Zhen Fan to apologize and sue for peace.

Maybe they will work with Zhen Fan to seize their property. Damn it, I must send my son out. The key is that I can't move. If I move, they will know that no one can escape by then.

.I hope my son can escape, God bless!

After Crowe was pulled out by Michael, he yelled at him: "What are you doing? Do I still want to obey your orders?"

Michael shrugged his shoulders and smiled indifferently: "Of course. You can decide where to go on your own, but let me tell you, your father is already planning for you. If you don't leave today, you might not be able to leave tomorrow.

.They will ambush gunmen near your villa. Do you know what they do? What they do is murder. And...how many bodyguards can you see at home? They have all left, and this place has been occupied.

Cleared!"

"You mean they want to kill us? God, why is this? We give them money, we give them jobs, why do they want to kill us in turn? They don't take credit!" Crowe yelled at Michael loudly.

, "If they want to come in, I'll make it look good for them. The

Those who died were all caused by that bastard, I want to kill them. Where are they? Are they in Des Moines? I will go to Des Moines now, I will blow their heads off!" As he said this, he actually said

He took out a pistol from his waist, brandished it, and tried to struggle away from Michael.

Michael pulled out his gun, then turned his hand behind him, pushing him and saying, "Let's go quickly, it's too late if you don't leave." As he said that, he pushed him in regardless of how he struggled, resisted and cursed.

He got into a car and reversed the driving position. Before he could react, he drove away.

Tasim Kingsley watched from the window as Michael put Crowe into the car and drove away from the villa. He couldn't help but slowly breathed a sigh of relief. The whole thing began to be out of his control after the killer died.

The killer died, so the killer group re-investigated the target’s identity. After learning Claire’s identity, they

I didn’t intend to carry out this task at all, and instead took the loss on myself. So I started the so-called negotiation and offered the so-called conditions to confuse myself. If I really wanted to transfer out, I would be fooled.

When it comes to US$100 million, they may use coercion to get themselves to authorize the transfer of all their property.

"Shit, it's all shit. This damn bastard!" Kingsley couldn't help but cursed again after thinking about it. He didn't know whether he was scolding his son or those killers who eat people without spitting out their bones.

Group. It is simply a joke to raise credibility with a killer group. He is a politician and he did not think of this. This is his own failure.

"Now it's finally time to pay it back." Tasim Kingsley sighed and sat slumped on the chair. Dealing with the killer group is dealing with the devil. Now it's time to hand over his soul. Previously, from them

The dividends gained will be returned to them in full. Maybe they will also have a lot of evidence about themselves.

Crow was driven wildly on the road by Michael. He saw the car leaving the city and starting to run on the desolate road. There were not many mountainous areas in this generation, and this road was relatively desolate. After the initial anger, Crow

Luo slowly calmed down. He looked out the car window and frowned.

"Hey, Michael, you're going the wrong way. We shouldn't be going this way. If we're going to the airport, are we going the wrong way? It's so desolate here that it's like a nuclear explosion has occurred. Even dogs

You can't even see it!" Crowe, who was sitting in the back seat, said loudly to Michael, who was driving in the front seat.

"No, that's right, we are taking this road!" Michael answered him without looking back, then turned the steering wheel sharply, and the car left the road and started heading towards the desolate slope. He saw that it was getting farther and farther away from the road.

As they got farther and farther and the road became more desolate, Crowe finally screamed loudly.

"Michael, what do you want to do? What are you going to do? Where are you going to take me?" Crowe shouted like a woman. He crawled forward like crazy, trying to grab the steering wheel from Michael's hand, but

Michael bumped his elbow back hard, and blood immediately flowed from Crow's nose. He threw his head back, and immediately lost the power to resist. He just whimpered and cried, cowardly like a girl.

I don’t know how long we drove, but the car suddenly stopped. Michael got out of the car, opened the back door, grabbed Crowe’s collar, and dragged him out of the car like a dead dog.

At first, he was still struggling, but Michael stepped on his thigh. He immediately let out a scream and didn't dare to move anymore. (To be continued...)