American TV series Detective's Daily Life

"Isn't it?"

The oil painting beauty was not surprised at all by this sudden scene. She looked at Chuck with a calm expression, half-smiling but not smiling.

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

"You wouldn't want me to be like you and not care about collateral damage."

Chuck looked at her.

"oh?"

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

"Say you're done with her and cure Professor Alicia Harper."

Chuck raised his decorative glasses and said slowly.

"Why?"

The oil painting beauty looked at the men who fell to the ground and died jokingly: "Do you dare to kill someone? Do you dare to kill me?"

"Wrong choice."

Chuck walked towards the oil painting beauty step by step.

"The same to you."

The beauty in the oil painting watched Chuck approach, and suddenly took out a delicate and compact pistol from her clothes and pointed it at Chuck.

Chuck still ignored her muzzle and walked towards her step by step: "I bet you don't have bullets in the gun!"

"It seems like you really trust yourself in what you mean to her."

The beauty in the oil painting pretended to pull the trigger, but saw that Chuck still didn't react and was still walking forward step by step, so she put away the pistol and assumed a fighting posture.

Chuck did not explain that what he believed in was neither his own meaning to Anna nor Anna's meaning to the oil painting beauty, which in turn led to him having an absolute death-free gold medal with the oil painting beauty, but simply trusting his own ability.

The oil painting beauty attacked first. She was agile, had tricky angles, and was very powerful. It was obvious that she was an enhanced version of her younger sister, Hailey.

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

But this is not surprising.

If there is no such force, if you want to rely on simple conspiracy and calculation to secure the throne of the global crime queen, you will still recruit perverted killers who have no moral bottom line and no logic. They may also offend those big shots around the world, and how can that be possible.

An ant can be killed easily by accident, and no one cares about her intelligence.

Only by first ensuring that she is difficult to kill, and then she can easily kill others, can she have enough deterrence.

Chuck accompanied her through a few moves, and after comprehensively assessing her fighting ability, he knocked her unconscious with a knife and took her away.

Mountainside villa.

Underground secret room.

When the oil painting beauty woke up, she looked at this unfamiliar place, rubbed her neck where Chuck had hit her with the knife, and raised the corner of her mouth: "That's too rough. Are you planning to play prison?"

"I told you so."

Chuck's voice rang out.

"Let me think about it, you are talking about your version of Jue Dai Shuang Jiao. After her sister was defeated by a man, she was imprisoned and then went crazy."

The oil painting beauty smiled and said: "You are going to be disappointed, but I will not go crazy. Do you know why?"

"Because you are crazy."

Chuck said calmly.

"Now that you know, what's the point of doing this?"

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

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

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

"You plan to imprison me for the rest of my life?"

The oil painting beauty stared at Chuck's glasses: "She is willing?"

"There is nothing to be reluctant to part with."

Chuck said bluntly: "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, so that you can understand that you want to force your will on her. How does she feel about you, and why does she want to escape from you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the wall lit up, and there was a large embedded display screen. On it was Anna, a girl in white, quietly looking at her sister outside the screen.

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

Chuck said nothing more, took out a white rose from his breast pocket, walked to the bed in the secret room, put it down, turned around and left the secret room.

The oil painting beauty looked at the white roses on the bed, with a sarcastic look on her lips, and said to Anna on the screen: "You just watch him use psychological warfare methods on me, trying to twist my will and reshape me. Personality?”

Anna didn't react, just looked at her with empty eyes.

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

She wanted to see if Chuck could really take the collateral damage.

The next day.

daytime.

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

"Oh? How did you finish?"

The oil-painted beauty ate slowly and in an aristocratic manner, and asked with interest.

"The reason why you came to New York in person is just for personal business, and the official business is to raise more funds for your criminal group."

Chuck said: “You have enough resources that a New York congressman sponsored a bill to extract shale gas close to New York State, so that New York does not need to transport gas from outside.

The stock price of the gas company that delivers gas to New York, which usually has a stable and unfluctuated stock price, will plummet. You have arranged everything and shorted it in advance. For you, the proposal is bound to be passed, no matter what means are needed.

You have used 300 million US dollars in funds. Once successful, the harvest will be billions. Even for a global criminal group like yours, this is a plan that cannot tolerate failure.

This is the fundamental reason why you continue to take the risk of staying in New York even after knowing that I am here and challenging whether I can bear the collateral losses.

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

Do you expect that after taking action against me, you can continue to be the Washington stock god and secretly profit like Amazing Amy? "

"It seems she told you everything."

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

"She doesn't need to say it."

Chuck shook his head: "I saw that there was something wrong with Amazing Amy at that time. When you asked Anna to say that she was okay, I still knew that there was something wrong with her, and I also knew that something was wrong with Anna. If I guessed correctly, Amazing Amy You should have taken the initiative to show off in front of him, arouse his impulse to commit crime, and then let you set up such a big trap, right?"

"That's right."

The oil painting beauty didn't deny it either: "Amazing Amy has always been mine. I've long seen how extraordinary she is, so I secretly accepted her and trained her."

After saying this, she glanced at Anna: "How does she taste?"

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

Chuck said bluntly: "As for helping you wrap up the matter, the proposal has been officially passed. Without any warning, the gas company's stock crash you expected was indeed the case, directly losing 90% of its market value.

But unfortunately, someone bought the stocks that were circulating in the market in advance. While you made a lot of money from short selling, you simply couldn't buy back enough stocks to complete the transaction. "

“You short squeezed.”

The oil painting beauty said indifferently.

"right."

Chuck nodded: "It's the same sentence, you tell Anna that you won't bother her anymore, heal the collateral damage, and while there is still a chance, I will make a deal with you, let you buy back successfully, and let you go free.

Otherwise, you will wait for all your money to be lost, and then your global criminal group will be shaken. Plus, without you, how long do you think your global criminal group can last? "

"It doesn't matter."

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

When I come back, what is mine will be mine.

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

Just a reminder, she doesn't have much time left.

Are you ready to lose her? "

"She'll be fine."

Chuck said calmly: "You really don't have long. 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 take a gamble?"

Chuck looked at her.

"What bet?"

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

"I bet she'll be fine without you opening your mouth."

Chuck said: "You win, I let you go."

The smile on the painting beauty's lips froze, and she stared into Chuck's eyes, trying to see if Chuck was bluffing.

When Chuck said this, it was clear that he was confident that he could save Professor Alicia Harper, so that he could say that he was still willing to let her go even after she won and the associated damage was irreversible.

Because he is sure that he will win!

This made her a little confused.

The professor she designed, Alicia Harper, is sick. As long as she doesn't speak out, the mortality rate will be very high and very fast, but it is not certain that she will die, and there is a very small probability that she will survive it.

Life and death all depend on God's will.

How could Chuck be so sure he would win?

The two looked at each other for a long time, but the oil painting beauty didn't see the slightest flaw in Chuck's eyes, and the pressure suddenly came to her side.

Once the time passes and she loses, although she doesn't think she will be trapped here for the rest of her life, she will not be able to bear it if this time is too long.

"There's still time."

Chuck stood 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 suddenly said.

"I know."

Chuck, who walked to the door, turned around and said, "When you rise from the ashes, we will give you a red rose, but not now."

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

Princeton Teaching Hospital.

"Do you need me to call the police?"

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

"Need not."

Professor Alicia Harper shook her head and said: "John didn't mean it. He is just not a qualified husband and is not a domestic violence man."

"All right."

Seeing this, the beautiful doctor Cameron said nothing more.

"What disease do I have?"

Professor Alicia Harper asked with a pale face.

"We have done a comprehensive toxicological examination and found no signs of poisoning. We have done an MRI for you to rule out the possibility of brain tumors and other brain diseases..."

Beautiful doctor Cameron talked about the various efforts they have made.

"So you can't figure out what disease I have."

Professor Alicia Harper is so intelligent that 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 the world. He is best at difficult and complicated diseases. If anyone can help you, then it is him. This is also a diagnosis. The reason why Dr. K. 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, it seemed like he was very busy."

The beautiful doctor Cameron said cautiously: "He has full confidence in your recovery. He also said that if Dr. House is unable to cure you, he will come here himself."

"Yeah?"

Professor Alicia Harper suddenly laughed: "This is indeed very Chuck. I seem to have seen the scene when he faced Little Sheldon. Hey, is Dr. House's character the same as Little Sheldon's?"

As she spoke, she revealed some of Little Sheldon's characteristics.

"In a way, it really is."

When the beautiful doctor Cameron heard this, he also laughed: "It's all out of pride, and it also makes people around him uncomfortable. This is really strange. Does it mean that Dr. Wolfe likes to have sex with people like Dr. House?" friend?"

"It doesn't have to be about being friends."

Professor Alicia Harper said with a smile: "Perhaps I simply can't stand their venomous and venomous looks, and want to tease them. Chuck's cold humor has always been fine."

"It should be."

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

"of course not!"

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

"Dr. Wolf is here?"

The beautiful doctor Cameron followed Professor Alicia Harper's gaze in surprise, but found no figure.

"Um."

Professor Alicia Harper turned her head to the empty area and said, "Chuck, where is Erin? Is she gone?"

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