Marvel’s Qimu disaster

In the spacious study, a man was lying a little lazy on a chair at this time, wearing a custom-made suit, his eyes were focused, as if he was thinking, and his body exuded the breath of literature.

“Boom! Boom! ”

There was a knock outside the door.

“Come in.”

The man closed the book and gently placed it on the table.

A strong black man walked in and reported respectfully: “Boss, that abandoned factory was blown up, and now it has been cordoned off by the police.” ”

Although the man seemed friendly on the surface, the strong black man did not dare to relax because of this.

You know, the man sitting across from him at this time is Frank Amick, a drug lord in New York.

“Huh? Have the bodies been found? ”

The tone of speech was very peaceful, like a greeting between neighbors on weekdays, and there was no sense of superiority in Frank’s body.

The black strong man shook his head and replied, “I didn’t find it, I guess I was dead.” ”

However, before the words of the black strong man fell, I saw Frank sitting on the chair burst out instantly, directly pushed the seat away, and the whole body bounced up as if it was loaded with a spring.

“I’m asking about corpses?”

Frank’s neck seemed to be in a plaster cast, and his head was raised slightly, and his eyes were staring directly at the black strong man.

During this period, Frank’s eyes did not fluctuate in the slightest, and even the tone of the inquiry was similar to the last time, but the feeling to the black strong man was completely different.

The black strong man was stared at like this, and he couldn’t help but snort, the huge size did not bring him a sense of security, “I haven’t found it yet, it may have been blown to pieces.” ”

“I asked, where did the body go?”

Frank walked slowly in front of him and asked word by word.

Constantly forced by his boss, the black strong man was about to cry, where would he know where the body went, and he was not a policeman, so he trembled and said: “No, I don’t know, I really don’t… Found it. ”

It seemed that saying this sentence had exhausted his whole strength, and the black strong man had a bean-sized cold sweat hanging on his forehead, forcibly suppressing the instinct to retreat.

“Hmm.”

Frank nodded, then turned around, and seemed calm.

Seeing this, the black strong man finally breathed a sigh of relief, Frank put too much pressure on him.

But just when he was in a relaxed mood, he suddenly felt a pain in his head, and his body fell to the ground weakly.

Yu Guang glanced at it, and I don’t know when a thick book was placed beside him, and there was a lot of blood on the page, and the person who attacked was Frank, who had calmed down.

The black man’s head was dizzy, and he didn’t understand why Frank suddenly made a move on him.

“If you don’t know, say you don’t know, why specifically say that they are dead?” Frank asked calmly.

The sharp pain in his head and the pressure from the bottom of his heart made the black strong man almost breathless, and he reluctantly said: “This is just my guess.” ”

Frank’s eyes did not fluctuate, picked up the book on the ground, opened one of the pages, and then read it softly: “Half-truths are the most vicious lies, well, can you translate the meaning of this sentence for me?” ”

The black strong man not only did not relax his mood, but became more nervous, he could only endure the pain, and replied respectfully: “Sorry, boss… I should not state my conjectures, I should answer according to the facts. ”

Frank smiled and seemed satisfied with the answer, but the book was placed vertically on the throat of the strong black man and stomped down.

“Ugh!”

Suddenly, blood gushed up like a column.

The strong black man let out a slight wail, covered his neck, his face filled with pain and puzzlement, he had already answered why Frank still killed him.

Ignoring the struggling black man, Frank picked up a handkerchief on the table, wiped the blood from his hands, and then summoned two of his men who had been standing outside the door.

“Boss, please tell me if you have anything.”

The suit-clad subordinates stood respectfully in front of him, ignoring the strong black man whose eyes were gradually fading.

“Inform me that I can give him what he wants, but I have to see the bodies of those masked clowns with my own eyes, don’t perfunctory me with other things, and tell him that I hate the smell of dogs because it makes me feel very uncomfortable.”

Frank pointed to the corpse on the ground, “Canned him for dogs, and then took it to feed the dogs.” ”

“Yes, boss.”

The subordinates responded with a loud voice, immediately dragged the body of the black strong man, and walked out of the office quickly, not daring to slack off in the slightest.