The daily life of American drama detective

Chapter 245 A red rose on the bed!

"Isn't it?"

The oil painting beauty was not surprised by this sudden scene at all, she looked calmly at Chuck with a half-smile.

"I told you, return her to me, otherwise it depends on whether you can bear the collateral damage. Tell me now, can you bear it?"

"You don't want me to care about collateral damage like you do."

Chuck looked at her.

"Oh?"

The corner of the oil painting beauty's lips curled up: "I'd like to try."

"Say you stop pestering her and heal Professor Alicia Harper."

Chuck raised his decorative glasses and said slowly.

"Why?"

The oil painting beauty cast a playful glance at the subordinate who fell to the ground and died: "Do you dare to kill someone? Do you dare to kill me?"

"Wrong choice."

Chuck walked towards the oil painting beauty step by step.

"You too."

The oil painting beauty watched Chuck approaching, and suddenly took out a delicate and small pistol from under her clothes, and pointed it at Chuck.

Chuck still ignored her muzzle, and walked towards her step by step: "I bet you have no bullets in your gun!"

"It seems you really trust what you mean to her."

The beauty in the oil painting gestured to pull the trigger, but saw that Chuck had never responded and was still walking step by step, so she put away the pistol and assumed a fighting posture.

Chuck didn't explain that what he believed was neither his meaning to Anna, nor Anna's meaning to Oil Painting Beauty, and he had an absolute death-free gold medal with Oil Painting Beauty, but simply believed in his own ability.

The oil painting beauty attacked first, with agile movements, tricky angles, and great strength. It can be seen that she is the enhanced version of her younger sister Haili.

In this way, even if she doesn't have a gun in hand, her own strength is enough to deal with most dangers.

But that's not surprising.

If there is no such force, if you want to secure the throne of the global crime queen by pure conspiracy and calculation, you will still recruit perverted killers who have no moral bottom line and no logic. Those who may offend are those big men with powerful hands and eyes all over the world. how can that be possible.

An ant that can be killed easily by accident, no one cares whether she is smart or not.

Only by ensuring that she is difficult to be killed first, and then she can easily kill others, will she have enough deterrent effect.

Chuck accompanied her through a few moves, and after making a comprehensive assessment of her fighting ability, he knocked her out with a knife and took her away.

Mountainside Villa.

Underground room.

When the oil painting beauty woke up, she looked at this strange place, rubbed her neck that was hit by Chuck's knife, and raised her mouth: "It's too rough, are you planning to play captivity?"

"I told you so."

Chuck's voice sounded.

"Let me think about it. You mean your version of the peerless twins. After the elder sister was defeated by a man, she was imprisoned and then went crazy."

The oil painting beauty smiled and said, "You're going to be disappointed, I won't go crazy, do you know why?"

"Because you're already crazy."

Chuck said calmly.

"Since you know, what's the point of doing it?"

The oil painting beauty looked at the surrounding environment: "You don't really think that I can be trapped here forever, do you?"

"Do you know what the most powerful force in this world is?"

Chuck said something, saw the oil painting beauty narrowed her eyes, nodded and said: "It seems that you understand, it's time! Anything, emotion, will, everything, in front of time, is not worth mentioning, and neither are you." There will be exceptions."

"You intend to imprison me forever?"

The oil painting beauty stared at Chuck's glasses: "Is she willing?"

"There's nothing to be reluctant about."

Chuck said frankly: "Don't you always say that you love her and only care about her? Her life is like this. Now you have the opportunity to experience it well, so that you can understand that you want to impose your will on her How does she feel, and why does she want to run away from you."

As soon as the words were finished, the wall lit up, and a large built-in display screen showed Anna, a girl in white, quietly looking at her sister outside the screen.

The oil painting beauty stared at her sister on the big screen, and suddenly smiled: "That's fine, then I'll experience how you feel, sister. In the future, when our sisters are reunited, the relationship will be more harmonious."

Chuck didn't say anything more, took out a white rose from his breast pocket, walked to the bed in the secret room, put it down, turned and left the secret room.

The beauty in the oil painting looked at the white rose on the bed, with a sneer at the corner of her mouth, and said to Anna on the screen: "You just watched him perform psychological warfare on me, trying to use this to distort my will and reshape my mind." Personality?"

Anna didn't respond, just looked at it, her eyes were ethereal.

The oil painting beauty knew that the focus of her sister's eyes had left with Chuck, and she could bear it before, but now she had the urge to get angry, but she still endured it and accepted her imprisoned status quo.

She'd like to see if Chuck could really live with the collateral damage.

The next day.

day.

Chuck came in with the food, and after putting it down, he said to the oil painting beauty whose smile remained unchanged: "I'll help you wrap up your business in New York, and you don't have to worry about it."

"Oh? How did you finish it?"

The oil-painted beauty walked slowly, eating like an aristocrat, and asked with interest.

"The reason why you came to New York in person is to meet me on a personal matter. The official business is to raise more funds for your criminal group."

Chuck said: "You have enough resources at your fingertips to have a congressman in New York sponsor a bill to mine shale gas close to New York state so that New York doesn't need to send gas from out of town.

The stocks of gas companies that deliver gas to New York, whose stock prices are usually stable and without fluctuations, will plummet. You have arranged everything and shorted in advance. For you, the proposal is bound to be passed, no matter what means you need to use.

You have spent [-] million U.S. dollars, and if you succeed, the harvest will be in the billions. Even for a global criminal group like yours, it is a plan that cannot tolerate failure.

This is the fundamental reason why you continued to risk staying in New York after challenging me to bear the collateral losses even though you knew I was here.

It's a pity you made the wrong choice this time.

Do you expect that after taking the shot against me, you can continue to be the Washington stock god and make money secretly like the amazing Amy? "

"It looks like she told you everything."

The oil painting beauty glanced at Anna on the wall screen.

"Don't tell her."

Chuck shook his head: "I could see that there was something wrong with Amazing Amy. After you let Anna say that she was fine, I still knew that there was something wrong with her and that there was something wrong with Anna. If I guessed correctly, Amazing Amy It should be to take the initiative to show off in front of him, arouse his impulse to commit crimes, and then let you set up such a big game, right?"

"Yes."

The oil painting beauty didn't deny it either: "Amazing Amy has always been my person, I have long recognized her extraordinaryness, and secretly accepted her to train her."

Speaking of this, she glanced at Anna: "How does she taste?"

"The technology is very good and has great scientific research value."

Chuck said frankly: "Speaking of helping you finish the matter, the proposal has been officially passed without any warning, and the gas company's stock that you expected would crash, and it did, directly dropping [-]% of its market value.

But it is a pity that someone bought the stock that was liquid in the market ahead of time, and while you made a lot of money from short selling, you simply couldn't buy back enough stock to complete the transaction. "

"You're short."

The oil painting beauty said indifferently.

"Correct."

Chuck nodded: "It's still the same sentence, you told Anna that you would stop pestering her and heal the collateral damage. While there is still a chance, I will make a deal with you, let you repurchase successfully, and set you free.

Otherwise, you will wait for all your money to be lost, and your global criminal group will be shaken at that time. In addition to your absence, how long do you think your global criminal group can last? "

"It's ok."

The oil painting beauty was silent for a moment, then smiled again: "I can afford to lose all these, the real key to the criminal group is always me, not everything else.

When I return, what is mine will be mine.

I just don't know how long your beautiful professor can last?

Mind you, she doesn't have much time left.

Are you ready to lose her? "

"She'll be fine."

Chuck said calmly: "It's you who really don't have a long time. Once we cure her, you won't have any chance to trade with me again."

"You can't cure her!"

The oil painting beauty smiled and said, "Unless I speak."

"Want to gamble?"

Chuck looked at her.

"What are you gambling?"

The oil painting beauty asked with great interest: "What's the bet?"

"I bet you don't need to speak, she will be fine."

Chuck said, "You won, I let you go."

The smile on the corner of the oil painting beauty's mouth stagnated, and she stared closely at Chuck's eyes, trying to see if Chuck was bluffing.

When Chuck said this, it was obvious that he had confidence in his ability to save Professor Alicia Harper, so he dared to say that after she won and the damage was irreparable, he was still willing to let her go.

Because he is sure that he will win!
This made her a little suspicious.

The professor Alicia Harper she designed had an illness. As long as she did not speak, the death rate would be very high and very fast, but it is not inevitable, and there is a very small probability that she will pass it.

Life and death depend on God's will.

How could Chuck be so sure he would win?

The two looked at each other for a long time, and the oil painting beauty didn't see the slightest flaw in Chuck's eyes, and the pressure was on her side all of a sudden.

Once the time has passed and she loses, although she doesn't think she will be trapped here for the rest of her life, if the time is too long, she cannot bear it.

"There's still time."

Chuck got up, took out another white rose from his pocket, walked to the bed and put it down.

"I prefer red roses."

The oil painting beauty said suddenly.

"I know."

Chuck, who walked to the door, turned back: "We will send you a red rose the day you are reborn from the ashes, but not now."

The oil painting beauty continued to eat slowly, but the moment she lowered her head, her eyes were cloudy and cloudy. It was obvious that Chuck was emotionally affected, and she was no longer as confident as yesterday.

Princeton Teaching Hospital.

"Should I call the police?"

The beautiful doctor Cameron stood by the bed, glanced at Professor John Harper who was walking around outside the ward, and said to Professor Alicia Harper, who was weak on the bed.

"Need not."

Professor Alicia Harper shook her head and said, "John didn't do it on purpose either. He's just not a qualified husband, not a domestic violence man."

"Ok."

Seeing this, the beautiful doctor Cameron didn't say anything.

"What's wrong with me?"

Professor Alicia Harper asked with a pale face.

"We have done a comprehensive toxicology inspection and found no signs of poisoning. We have done an MRI for you to rule out the possibility of brain diseases such as brain tumors..."

The beautiful doctor Cameron spoke about the various efforts they made.

"So you can't figure out what's wrong with me."

What an IQ Professor Alicia Harper is, and she grasped the key at once.

"Feel sorry."

The beautiful doctor Cameron looked at her apologetically: "But Dr. House is the best diagnostician in the country and even in the world. He is best at intractable diseases. If anyone can help you, then it is him. The reason why Dr. C. Wolf asked your husband to transfer you here."

"Chuck..."

Professor Alicia Harper murmured, "Has he been here?"

"Well...not really, but when Dr. House called him, he seemed busy."

The beautiful doctor Cameron said solemnly: "He has full confidence in whether you can be cured, and he also said that if Dr. House is unable to cure you, he will come here in person."

"is it?"

Professor Alicia Harper smiled immediately: "This is indeed very Chuck. I seem to have seen the scene when he faced Little Sheldon. Hey, does Dr. House have the same personality as Little Sheldon?"

As she spoke, she spoke out some of Little Sheldon's character.

"In a way, it's really like that."

When the beautiful doctor Cameron heard it, she also smiled: "It's all about pride from the bottom of my heart, and it's all about making people around me uncomfortable. It's really strange. Does Dr. Wolfe like to have sex with people like Dr. House? friend?"

"It doesn't have to be friends."

Professor Alicia Harper said with a smile: "Maybe it's just that I can't understand their stinky tongue, and I want to tease them. Chuck's cold humor is always fine."

"It should be."

The beautiful doctor Cameron nodded, then glanced at Professor Alicia Harper's beautiful face, and couldn't help gossip: "You and Dr. Wolf..."

"of course not!"

Professor Alicia Harper immediately denied: "How could you have such an idea...and Chuck is there, don't say this is embarrassing."

"Dr. Wolf is here?"

The beautiful doctor Cameron followed Professor Alicia Harper's gaze in surprise, but did not find any figure.

"Ah."

Professor Alicia Harper turned her head to the empty area and said, "Chuck, where is Irene? Has she left?"

The beautiful doctor Cameron waved his hand in front of Professor Alicia Harper's eyes, his face changed, and he quickly pressed the emergency button to notify his colleagues and Dr. House.

(End of this chapter)