The film starts with the Navy SEALs

As the two women ran out, only the boss, Betsy Johnson, was left in the room.

Brian could have killed him with a single shot, but the burning anger in his heart didn't want him to die so easily.

Betsy Johnson is just a crooked capitalist and a scumbag when it comes to fighting power.

Facing the fully armed Brian, he has absolutely no chance of winning.

I can only use my brain to delay time, and find a way to keep myself alive by the way.

Therefore, he cooperated with Brian very much, and obediently raised his hands without Brian talking, expressing that he was not threatening at all.

In case Brian didn't like it, he shot him in the head with one shot.

"Whether you want money, or..."

"Shut the fuck up."

Betsy Johnson still wanted to use his three-inch tongue to negotiate terms, but Brian interrupted him without giving him a chance.

He pointed to the stool next to him with his gun, which is the armchair opposite the boss's position, and said, "Come and sit here, hurry up and sit down."

Betsy Johnson had no choice but to obediently come and sit in the armchair.

"I bet you've never seen where you're sitting from another angle."

Brian took off all his equipment and put them on the desk one by one.

"I don't know if I know you, but I have to tell you that it won't do anything, he can't change anything..."

"Did I let you talk?"

Bryan interrupted Betsy Johnson, put the tactical vest on the table and said, "You need to know the difference between a banker and a gangster.

The gangster usually adopts the most direct plan, but you bankers are full of evil intentions, full of bad bugs, and always thinking of how to trap people. "

Brian slumped into the boss's chair and aimed the pistol at Betsy Johnson.

Then he said: "By the way, I know everything you are, you blood-sucking capitalist, you used to stay in your Hamptons house, or book your tennis lessons in your penthouse, and from there Overlooks Central Park."

"How do you know?" asked Betsy Johnson, frowning.

"I've been watching you all the time. The problem with people like you is that you can't stop trading. You make sure that people can read about your success from any magazine, and then convince everyone to trust you and hand over their money. You invest," Brian said.

"You know someone needs, take encouragement from these success stories, get the confidence to invest, and you know I'm doing the same thing, which is to give people the opportunity to make money." Betsy Johnson said confidently.

"No, you won't, you will only bring all the risks to others, and give yourself the opportunity to make money, especially those who have no money but want to make money. You make huge profits by fabricating these non-existent opportunities to make money, And then profit from it, which you've been fucking doing."

Brian said viciously, pointed the gun at Betsy Johnson's head and said, "The question now is, why should I let you live?"

Betsy Johnson still had a bit of courage, she didn't collapse when she was pointed at the head by the gun, and said calmly: "You should know that no one in this world earns hundreds of millions of dollars through legal income.

Vanderbilts, Carnegies, Gates, Morgans, Henses, Rockefellers, etc.

They all slaughtered the local aborigines, merged land, imported slaves, sold guns, and then relied on franchise rights to do business.

It was in this way that during the civil war, they made a fortune throughout the country and became a giant family synonymous with wealth.

Although they killed and set fire to everything, many people died in their hands.But they became heroes, heroes of America..."

Betsy Johnson talked louder and louder, without feeling at all that she was doing anything wrong.

The police downstairs have already started to kill.

Because of Brian's temporary soft-heartedness, several women were left alive, which caused problems in the text plan, and the disturbance of Long Zhan also lost all effect.

The police knew exactly where the chaos started from the three women who had escaped.

A large group of heavily armed policemen came straight to Nona Investment Intermediary Company.

Through the monitoring in the office, Brian could see that a special police officer had come up in the elevator and was walking towards the company.

But he wasn't nervous at all, he was still sitting in the chair and listening to Betsy Johnson rambling.

"We teach our kids what integrity is, what is hard work, and that's the key to success, and my kids don't go to war, they go to Yale, they go to Harvard.

Only the crippled, the dumb, the white ghosts and the ghetto niggers need to fight for America's shitty wars to keep America safe.

As long as there are enough fools like this, the business, which is mine, will become more and more profitable, and my dividends will also increase.

Wall Street bankers, their employers, consultants, and brokers will get rich.

And those little people will buy their stocks and give them money to invest in financial management. In the end, the little people will lose everything.

This is an old story, but there are still people who believe that we can always make money. "

Betsy Johnson became more and more complacent as she talked, as if in a state of hysteria, complacent about her achievements.

He was not worried that Brian would kill him at all, and it seemed that he was not afraid of death at all.

Brian remained calm the entire time, the anger in his eyes hadn't even disappeared.

In the face of Betsy Johnson's provocation, he just said very calmly: "It is true that some people can't find out and were cheated by you, but some people like me will find out, and you will take revenge by express delivery, just like me."

"It's the free trade system, my friend."

Betsy Johnson seemed to let go, and seemed to be trying to persuade Brian to give up revenge, and continued: "This is capitalism, this is the competition of capitalism, only the cream can be spread on the top, and the cake is destined to be spread." at the bottom.

This is the law of the jungle and the survival of the fittest. In this capitalist excess, only capitalism can survive to the end. "

"Really?"

Brian took out a photo from his arms, put it on the table and said, "She, my favorite wife, died because of you."

"What does this have to do with me? I haven't even seen you before, why are you looking for me?" Betsy Johnson said angrily.

(End of this chapter)