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When Bart heard this, he couldn't wait to reach out for the glass of vodka, quickly poured himself a full glass, and then drank it down in one gulp.

After drinking one glass of wine, he poured himself a second glass before the liquor was completely drained.

After drinking the second cup, he didn't seem to be very satisfied. He simply put his arms around the bottle, facing the mouth of the bottle, raised his head, gurgle, gurgle, that's all, he poured it down directly.

This is vodka, strong, strong liquor.

I squinted and stared at Bart in disbelief.

Didn't you just take a sip?Why, in the blink of an eye, it turned into a bottle again?

That's not counting, he was already working on opening the cap of the second bottle.

I didn't stop it, but let him open it.

The second bottle of wine, Bart's drinking method, changed. Instead of blowing on the bottle, he poured it into a small glass and sipped greedily, sip by sip.

I watched with a smile.

I said: "Mr. Bart, it seems that he is very knowledgeable about wine. In this regard, I believe Mr. Johnson also loves this way."

Bartlett was slightly drunk.

"Joseon...he's a fool!"

I smiled: "Sir, you can't say that, I think Mr. Qiao Sen is a gentle gentleman, polite, kind-hearted, and a man..."

I deliberately used a bunch of commendatory words to set off the greatness of Mr. Johnson, because in my opinion, addicts like Bart, pure villains, would never say good things about others behind their backs.

Little people, have one thing in common.

Just like to talk about others behind their backs.Little people can fabricate things that don't exist out of thin air, but what about some things?Those villains, of course, will not let go of this opportunity, and sell others well.

So, Bart cut me off.

"You Chinese! You're out of your mind, Qiao Sen. He's a good guy? Humph! He's in business, he's a member of some shitty religion, I won't mention it. He..."

Speaking of this, Bart seemed to realize that he had slipped his tongue.So stop talking.

Instead of pressing, I poured him a glass of wine.

Another two or three glasses of wine were drunk.

Perhaps, Bart hasn't had such a comfortable vodka for a long time.

He looked very excited.

then……

"Listen, you Chinese, do you know how Qiao Sen got rich?"

I spread my hands: "Of course I know, businessman, serious real estate businessman."

Bart turned his head left and right, looked around, and saw no one around.He lowered his voice and said to me, "Fart! This Qiaosen, he made his fortune by illegally selling arms and robbing."

I was stunned: "Selling arms, robbing? This, this is unlikely."

Bart smiled. He put on an idiot-like smile and said, "Josen's ancestors were very rich, but the last legacy was nothing more than this manor. What Qiaosen did was a real illegal profiteering business. "

I was surprised: "Impossible, the US government is not a fool."

Bart: "Fuck the U.S. government! I'm going to blow up the Pentagon one day sooner or later! Damn it! I'm telling you, boy, listen up. Johnson, he's not selling guns in the U.S., he's selling them in Iraq! Because, At that time, he was a military officer, he confiscated a large number of weapons, and then sold them to Africans, local opposition forces, and the Taliban in Afghanistan, haha, you can’t imagine it!”

your sister.

This Johnson is really tough.

Collect the enemy's weapons, then trade with the enemy and resell the weapons to the other party.

I wiped it!

This is simply a worthless business.

Bart proudly said: "Damn, this guy Qiaosen, he did more than that in Iraq. He also confiscated a lot of local property, most of which were gold and jewelry. Later, he was reported by someone, and his superiors set up an investigation But in the end, because there is no evidence, he can only be discharged early and let him go."

I heard it said: "Looking at it this way, Mr. Qiao Sen is indeed very strong. We should respect him more."

Bart: "Be strong! Huh! He is strong in front of others, but he can't be strong in front of me."

I smiled: "Bart, you probably drank too much, stop talking crazy."

Bart looked up and drank a small glass of wine.

Then he said to me: "I'm telling you, I'm not bragging, I didn't drink too much. The U.S. government didn't find anything, but there is a little reporter from Reuters in the UK. He took video evidence and also There is a recording, and a document signed by Qiao Sen himself. Haha... Unfortunately, that kid is unlucky, and Qiao Sen found out, so we sent us to kill him!"

Bart reached out and wiped his neck.

Then he said with a smile: "Joseon asked me to take the evidence, and I got it, but..."

He put a smirk on his face: "I lied to Qiao Sen."

"Hehehe..."

This guy seemed to be amused by what he did, and he kept covering his mouth and laughing.

After laughing, Bart said: "My request is very simple. I asked Qiao Sen to help me with the lawsuit when I returned to China first. I got the money. Later, I asked Qiao Sen to arrange a job for me. I don't Greedy, unlike some people who demand this and that. So, Qiao Sen is afraid of me. He is really afraid of me!"

I pour Bart another small glass of wine.

"Bart, you have the handle on Qiao Sen, you are not afraid of him..."

Bart smiled: "Of course I'm not afraid. I hid the things in another place. And, as I said, if you dare to touch me, my people will send them to the United States immediately."

I laughed and said, "Mr. Bart, you are really smart enough."

Bart grinned, triumphant, and tipped his head back to drink.

I drank with Bart, but I was analyzing his character in my heart.

Bart is the standard pure villain and alcoholic.

Villain, what is the psychology, just never trust people.Likewise, people would not believe him.

A villain plus a drunk has no friends, no brothers!Possibly, not even a wife, but just husband and wife interested in the money in his pocket.

Based on this mentality, Bart must have hidden this important thing by his side, or a secret place he knows.

Where would that be?

By this time, Bart was already drinking more and more.

After a while, the second bottle of vodka had already bottomed out.

Two bottles of wine!

This guy is short on the day after tomorrow.

In a blink of an eye, he was as drunk as mud.

I smiled and stepped forward to help him up.

"Well, you... you Chinese, you are really a good person. I... I like dealing with people like you. I like... like... like it."

In the end, I liked two words, and Bart was already drunk and unconscious.

I stepped forward calmly and shook: "Mr. Bart, Mr. Bart..."

There was no response from the other party.

I was decisive, bent over, and set up the scrawny guy.

Move slowly.

The main building, not Bart's place, Bart and the security personnel of this estate live in a small building 20 meters away from our building. ,

I ran to the small building.

I met a few security personnel on the road, but when they saw Bart's appearance, they just shook their heads, expressing their helplessness, and no one asked any more questions.

smooth all the way.

into the building.

A guy just happened to come out with a bottle of beer.

I asked, "Hi, sir, what room does Mr. Bart live in?"

The other party glanced at me and said, "Second floor, the third room on the east side."

I said thank you.

Help Bart up, go up to the second floor, find the room, and then pull, the door is locked.

Looking around, there was no one around, so I searched and searched on Bart, and I found a bunch of keys.

Take out the key and open the door.

Enter the house.

The room was extremely messy.

I glanced over, closed the door behind me, found the bed, and threw Bart on it.Then, I began to wonder where Bart put all the evidence related to Jossen.

Where is it?

Yes, it cannot be in the room, it must be on his body, he carries it 24 hours a day.

Thinking of this, I began to search back and forth on Bart.

In the pocket, some old banknotes.

On his waist, there is a gun.

Flipping again, I found a wallet with a credit card from xxx Bank of New York in it.

Credit card, no use.

I thought about it again. At this time, Bart might feel the heat, and he was stretching out his hands to pull his shirt indiscriminately.

I help and let him take off his shirt.

This guy, in a blink of an eye, was naked from the top of his body.

On the belly, there are four long and intertwined scars exposed, which are probably the commemoration given to him by the shrapnel.

I looked at this skinny, skinny guy and hesitated to take his pants off.

Suddenly, when I saw this guy, I straightened my two arms upwards.

When a person is lying on his back, the arms are straightened, and the inner side of the upper arm is exposed.And on the skin on the inside of this guy's upper arm, there is actually a long string of numbers.

I took out my phone and took a picture of the numbers.

What is this number, is it the password of the bank safe?

If password!Then you need the cooperation of fingerprints to open it.As for fingerprints...

I thought about it, took out my phone, switched to the macro shooting mode, aimed at the palm of this section, and started to shoot each part of the scene.When you're done, take a few more shots.

I can't do this thing, but I think Rachel must have a way to handle it.

Both palms were clapped.

And the most critical key.

I took out this guy's key bag, opened it, and there was indeed a key with a chip and the logo of xxx Bank hanging on it.

Generally, it seems that the bank will issue two of these things to prevent customers from accidentally losing them.In his bag, there is only one.What about the other one?

The room was very messy, and on the walls, there were a lot of seductive photos of Playboy cover girls.

My heart moved, I stretched out my hand on the photo poster, and touched it...

Sure enough, behind a poster, I touched a key-shaped thing.

I took it out and saw that it was the bank key.

There are many.

I found something, put away my phone, and left the room silently.

Get out of this building.

Back in the building where I lived, I knocked on Rachel's door.

Rachel opened the door in a very formal pajamas.

I dodged in.

Rachel: "Sir, it's so late, what's the matter?"

I smiled and asked Rachel: "If a person puts something in a bank safe, and that safe is encrypted with fingerprints, and I get the key, the password, and the fingerprint of that person, what would you do? Can you find someone to open the safe?"

Rachel froze for a moment: "Yes!"

I said, "Who?"

Rachel: "Celtic, his family has a factory that makes professional bank or private safes."

Me: "Contact Celtic immediately, if possible, I will get something tonight."