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Chapter 1605: Players Behind the Scenes (Second update, please subscribe)

"call……"

Opening his eyes suddenly, Zhu Xianhai, who woke up from the dream, was full of horror.

"Damn, this is too real!"

He touched his head in fear, but it was okay, okay... it was intact!
Even now, he can still recall the feeling of brain splattering after the bullet hit his head.

pain!
And despair!
More at a loss!

Why are you confused?
"Who is he? Why did he kill me?"

Zhu Xianhai, who was slightly relieved, parked the car on the side of the road, his mind filled with all kinds of questions.

The feeling of the bullet drilling into his head, penetrating his head, and then his brain splattering was so real that Zhu Xianhai thought he was really dead!

again!
"The simulator is real!"

Zhu Xianhai has no doubts about the future in the simulator. After all, in his last time travel, he relied on that golden finger to create this empire. But what about now?

"Who is going to kill me?"

In doubt, Zhu Xianhai once again chose simulation.

"system."

……

Choo Choo Choo……

At the same time, the guy's pistol went off.

Of the three bullets, one hit Zhu Xianhai in the body and the other two hit his chest.

……

That's it...that's it!
again!
Recalling the previous simulation, Zhu Xianhai was a little speechless.

I traveled through time for the second time. I originally planned to enjoy life, but I never thought that I would be hunted down.
"Who is that guy?"

Zhu Xianhai recalled that person in his mind. The guy's eyes were cold and there was no nonsense. As soon as he seized the opportunity, he would shoot directly.

"Both times, it was the same person. In other words, this is... a pursuit!"

But the question also arises, who is chasing him?

A professional killer...who would hire such a guy to kill such an insignificant, insignificant person like himself?
What a fucking psycho!
Sitting in the car, facing an existential crisis, Zhu Xianhai seemed very calm. What's more, he was curious.

Curious about who hired a professional killer to kill him.

Could it be a grudge between Zhu Mingde and others?
"That's unlikely. That kid's life is very simple. If it was just because of him, he would probably have lost his life when he was in New York."

Looking up at himself in the rear seat mirror, Zhu Xianhai frowned and muttered to himself.

"Is it because..."

Account!

Why did this idea come up?

Because in addition to the emperor himself knowing the existence of the secret account, there is another person who knows, or an agency knows - the Imperial Investigation Bureau.

"Is it the Imperial Investigation Bureau that is hunting me?"

Zhu Xianhai's eyes sharpened, then he shook his head and said. "This is unlikely. How could the Bureau of Investigation send people to hunt them down? If they find that the secret account has been activated, they are probably more concerned about how they learned about the existence of the secret account rather than directly sending people to hunt them down."

In fact, Zhu Xianhai also considered whether the secret account would trace him, but he was not worried about any trouble it would bring to him. Even if the Imperial Investigation Bureau intervened, there was nothing to worry about.

After all, the Empire has laws, and the Imperial Investigation Bureau is not a place outside the law.

But now the sudden pursuit has subverted Zhu Xianhai's cognition. He never expected that the other party would act so unreasonably.

"Who are they? What do they want to do? If they are here for money, they should kidnap them first and then find a way to get the money. Instead of killing them directly...the rhythm is wrong!"

Although his heart is full of doubts, the crisis of survival tells Zhu Xianhai that the most important thing now is... survive!

"We can't go any further south. Leave here first and hide yourself..."

The ideal hiding place must have a large urban population, convenient transportation, a developed economy, and preferably countless illegal immigrants. The cities passing through along the way are too small, with a population of more than 20 to [-]. At most it's a bigger town.The most terrible thing about small places is their small population and lack of mobility.Whenever a stranger comes, it will attract the attention of the outside world. In fact, he was killed in a tourist town.

Opening a traffic map, Zhu Xianhai began to look for a suitable hiding place on the map.

"There is no need to go to China and the United States. If you go through customs, your existence will definitely be exposed. For now, you can only stay in Mexico. It seems that the only option is Mexico City!"

Staring at Mexico City on the map, Zhu Xianhai recalled the impression that city gave him - the bigger the city, the more problems it has, even Mexico City, the capital of a developed country, is the same.Like all megacities, Mexico City is plagued by a series of problems such as uneven development, obvious income gaps among residents, and crime.How prosperous her surface is, the more prosperous her dark side will be.

It is conceivable that this metropolis of tens of millions of people must be filled with many shady guys. Even illegal immigrants from North America can hide there, let alone themselves.The most important thing is that it is simply too difficult to find someone who is deliberately hiding in a city of tens of millions of people.So after thinking for a moment, Zhu Xianhai chose to return to Mexico City instead of going to the next stop to die as planned.

……

At the same time, in a beach house somewhere in Imperial Huizhou, a young man wearing a beach-style shirt looked at the woman playing in the sea in the distance, and listened to the sound coming from the mobile phone. His expression looked a little solemn, After a moment, he said.

"So, that person is using a secret account?"

"Yes."

"Do you know how he got the secret account?"

"We don't know, and the bureau seems confused. That account should have been opened during the Shengde period. It once belonged to Shizu and has not been used for almost 100 years..."

"Shizu..."

When the man holding the mobile phone heard this, he couldn't help but gasped. The ancestor...that was the founding king who recreated the Ming Dynasty!
Even the current world system was created by Shizu. Everything they enjoy now was given by Shizu, from their wealth to the status of Zhu Xia.

And that secret account originally belonged to Shizu!
Can you not be surprised?

In addition to being surprised, he was even more shocked. After all, no matter what, he never thought that Shizu would be involved.

He pondered for a moment and then said.

"How much money is in the account?"

"Close to [-] million!"

I was shocked before, but now?

Just shocked!
Three hundred million, even for them, is a huge sum of money. It is not a franc, but a mint yuan - the kind of real money!

"Three hundred million...haha, that's a lot!"

He was silent for a while and then said.

"Who did the Bureau of Investigation send out?"

(End of this chapter)