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Chapter 58: Assassins' League

dong dong!

Knock on the door.

No answer.

Hong Chen looked at the combination lock on the door and took out his cell phone to call Jordan.

"Hello, my Kung Fu Master, what's wrong?"

"I'm going to check your room to rule out any hidden cameras or eavesdropping devices."

"Oh, you're really professional, but I'm in the bathroom downstairs in the gym. Naomi is out with the kids, so you can go in on your own."

"password?"

"It's Naomi and I's birthday."

"You think I know?"

"Hahaha, okay, okay, I'll read it to you..."

Hong Chen hung up the phone, entered the password, and the door opened.

Enter the door.

Hong Chen felt that this didn't look like a bedroom at all, but rather an independent large flat with complete furniture and facilities.

Turning on the detector, Hong Chen began to scan carefully and meticulously.

Although he didn't think Jordan would be monitored and eavesdropped on now, at least his job as a bodyguard had to make his employer feel that it was worth it.

Besides, the world is different now. Perhaps a rich man who was defrauded by Jordan’s company will really hire a killer to assassinate Jordan.

moment.

Hong Chen, who was working seriously, suddenly stopped and pricked up his ears.

A second later, he turned his head and looked towards the bedroom.

The door to the room suddenly opened.

Hong Chen pulled his right hand back and reached for the pistol.

But the next moment, he was stunned.

It was seen that Naomi, who Jordan said took the children out to play, was still at home for some reason, and opened the bedroom door naked.

The sunlight in the bedroom shone from behind her.

Hong Chen's vision had already been transformed to an extremely outrageous level by the vertical eye.

It is no exaggeration to say that he can see a hair thousands of meters away.

What's more, it's only about ten meters now.

Naomi yawned sleepily, her eyes half open and half closed, and walked towards Hong Chen without noticing.

Hong Chen breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and stood behind the kitchen door like a ghost.

Footsteps approaching.

Soon, a curvy figure appeared.

As a gentleman, Hong Chen opened his eyes blatantly.

As he said before.

It’s really moist.

Naomi took a glass of water, drank it, filled it again, and turned to leave.

Hong Chen breathed a sigh of relief.

Turn around and go out, wiping the fingerprints off the door.

After putting the detector back in his room, Hong Chen went straight to the gym downstairs.

"How is it, have you found anything?" Jordan had changed into a formal suit and his hair was neatly groomed.

"I didn't go in. I thought it would be best if someone else stayed with me."

Jordan smiled when he heard this: "You are quite cautious, but it doesn't matter, I believe you!"

Hong Chen still shook his head.

"Okay, but not now. I have to go to a meeting at the company. I'll take you there in the evening?"

"Okay. If you want to go to the company, I'll go with you."

"Haha, of course, you are my personal bodyguard!"

After a while, the two got into a stretched luxury car and headed to the company.

Stratton Oakmont.

Jordan’s company name, you can see the huge lion logo and company name behind the front desk as you enter the door.

Following Jordan, he could easily see the almost believer-like fanatical worship in the eyes of all the company employees when they saw Jordan.

reason?

One reason is that Jordan and many stockbrokers were indeed "successful".

second.

Look at Jordan, who is holding the microphone on the stage at this moment. It is called a sales meeting, but in fact he is crazy about it. His words are full of mother's content, popular, straightforward, simple, and capable. There is no nonsense, and every word hits the heart.

There is only one theme:
There are only three things I'll do with you at Stratton Oakmont!

make money!

make money!

Still making fucking money!
In capitalist society, making money is the eternal theme.

So in a way, Jordan is a mainstream warrior.

I have to say that Jordan Belfort is really a perfect speaker. He knows what others need, so he can find entry points to sell his ideas from the needs of others.

Hong Chen looked at the stockbrokers below who were roaring with passion, with flushed faces and exposed veins. He must have thought that at this moment, there was no God in their hearts anymore. Jordan Belfort was their only God!

Although Hong Chen was not interested in stocks, and even less interested in companies like Oakmont, he still learned something.

After all, a successful speech can change a country or even the whole world. (Such as Winston Churchill in Darkest Hour)
The sales meeting ended with Jordan slamming the microphone.

He turned towards the office, and upon entering, he pulled out his medicine bottle and downed it in one gulp with whiskey.

With this dosage, Hong Chen felt that he could poison himself to death without anyone else trying to kill him.

After a while, several important members of the company also arrived.

A fat man, Donny Azoff, he was Jordan's most important assistant and partner, also his good friend who had fun with him, and the man who had repeatedly made Jordan cry.

Except when facing Jordan, he was arrogant to everyone and even spoke rudely.

So, without saying a word, Hong Chen simply slapped him in the face and made him fall asleep.

Seeing this, the other people rushed up immediately. Jordan couldn't stop shouting and could only cover his eyes in pain.

The gaps between fingers are a bit big.

A few seconds' work.

Stratton Oakmont's top executives lay sprawled on the ground, fast asleep.

"Oh my God, are they still alive?" Jordan jumped up from his chair.

"not dead."

"That's good!" Jordan breathed a sigh of relief, then picked up his phone and took a photo while laughing: "Hahaha, let's see who dares to mention my embarrassing things in front of me in the future!"

Suddenly.

Hong Chen's hair stood up and his heart suddenly beat fast.

He suddenly turned his head to look out the window, and without thinking, he jumped up and pushed Jordan down.

As he flew, his eyes quickly focused and immediately locked onto a sniper crawling on the top of a building thousands of meters away.

He even saw the air flow and brief flame coming out of the muzzle, and the bullet flying at super high speed right after it.

The two landed.

The bullet passed through the glass curtain wall, passed behind Hong Chen, and hit the vase in the room.

The bottle exploded, and large pieces of debris were splashed out from the wall under the bombardment of bullets.

Jordan dropped to the ground in shock.

Hong Chen stood up immediately.

He saw the shocked face of the young sniper, and the eye contact across the long distance made the other party look horrified.

The sniper then took aim again and fired quickly.

Hong Chen stepped sideways and actually avoided the sniper bullet, and even raised his middle finger towards the other party.

Then, the sniper's eyes twitched wildly, he stopped shooting, stood up and left quickly.

Hong Chen squinted his eyes and looked into the distance, motionless.

for a long time.

"Hong!" Jordan shouted at him with his body stiffly lying on the ground.

Hong Chen looked down at him.

Jordan's face twitched, his eyes terrified: "I...what was that just now?"

Hong Chen pointed to the two conspicuous bullet holes on the wall behind him: "Sniper, can't you see it?"

Jordan shuddered and swallowed hard.

"Someone actually wants to kill me?"

"Yes."

Hong Chen didn't expect that things would actually change.

The difficulty of world quests after becoming a novice is indeed extraordinary.

Moreover, the troubles of the complex world really come unexpectedly.
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[You have met the protagonist of the plot, "Wesley Gibson", and you now have two choices. ]

[First, kill him, replace him and join the Brotherhood and become an important member. ]

[Second, help him take revenge and put an end to the brotherhood that has been passed down for thousands of years.]

(End of this chapter)