Red Alert: I am a sheikh in the Middle East

Dawson on the sofa was stunned.

Others also stared blankly at this bloody scene, and no one could react in a short time.

Ivan kept walking, turned to a professional manager, and stabbed the opponent's neck with a knife.

Blood gushed out on the spot, spilling half of Ivan's body.

"Haha! You're stepping on your horse!"

Yiwen, whose body was covered with blood, not only did not feel the slightest panic, but was extremely excited.

In his widened eyes, the crazy eyeballs almost protruded from the eye sockets, and his facial features were all distorted. He looked even scarier than the Gotham clown!

"what--"

"Help!!!"

In the next second, screams and cries for help erupted in the office.

Several business elites were still operating billions of funds just now.

With countless amounts of money, high-rise buildings can be erected on the ground with a flick of a finger, and the road leads to the sky.

However, at this moment, they were all like poor wretches struggling on the verge of death, beating the locked office door crazily, while pleading bitterly to the murderous demon in the room.

Dawson's heart was beating wildly, and he collapsed on the sofa. The courage and calculations he had just picked up were wiped out again at this moment.

Ivan walked towards the group of elites with frenzied steps, and suddenly grabbed a fat woman's curly hair, causing the other party to scream and stretch her neck.

"puff!"

A knife.

All of Xilin Dawson's subordinates are the upper class of the city.

It is no exaggeration to say that they control the life and death of a large number of ordinary families and workers.

They wantonly manipulate finance, insurance, loans and real estate, live in luxury villas, and drive high-end sports cars.

They use financial means to manipulate, blackmail, steal, defraud, and rob everyone.

The blood and sweat of ordinary people and decades of savings can be wiped out at any time in their hands.

The life-saving insurance can be tampered with at any time, and the loans to maintain the survival of small factories can also be roughly taken away when extortion fails.

This is not an occasional omission, but a day-to-day operation.

Two of them, even the official employees of the Durres state capital opposite, work part-time under Xilin Dawson, but they just clock in and go to work in the triple-A building on time every day.

They should have been in the state capital building, checking the taxes of these rich people, and auditing the accounts of these gangster companies.

But what he actually does every day is to evade taxes for the biggest rich man in Durres state, manage money, make accounts, and launder money for the most arrogant gang in Alger.

However, these elites, rich people, accomplices, and scum, under Ivan's sharp knife, were stabbed like dead dogs, unable to fight back.

They could only hold their deadly wounds, lying upright on the ground and convulsing.

Expensive trousers and skirt bottoms, incontinence.

No matter how high-end the perfume is, it can't cover up the smell of excrement and urine, and the strong blood.

In Xilin Dawson's eyes, he lost focus for a moment.

But when he concentrated again, what he saw was a pile of corpses in suits and leather shoes.

"What are you waiting for?" Ivan, who was standing among the corpses, was covered in blood, and suddenly turned his head and shouted at Dawson.

Seeing Ivan's appearance, Dawson felt his blood turn cold instantly.

He pursed his lips and asked stammeringly, "What... what are you waiting for..."

"Ask someone to bring food up!" Ivan roared angrily, "Didn't you see that I have done so much work? Are you kidding me???"

In an instant, Dawson's mind buzzed and went blank.

The moment he came to his senses, he felt his sphincter loosen, and he was almost incontinent.

Dawson finally understood why people shit and pee when they are extremely scared.

It turns out that people are really scared to pee, really scared to excrete...

Dawson quickly clamped his legs, rummaged through his pockets desperately, took out his mobile phone, and called someone without thinking.

……

The city is already brightly lit.

Not far from the Triple A building, in a nightclub.

The nightclub, which was extremely noisy in the past, has not opened at all today. It is empty and quiet, which makes people uncomfortable.

A-Gump was sitting in one of the sofa booths, holding a buzzing mobile phone in his hand.

One word was displayed on the screen: Boss.

The boss is Cillin Dawson.

Sitting opposite him was a young man in his twenties.

He is only less than 1.7 meters tall, with black curly hair, dark brown pupils, and a typical aquiline nose of the Abraham family.

"Why didn't you answer it?" Across the booth, little Abraham said with a smile, "Listen to what he said. After all, this is probably the last call from Mr. Dawson."

Hearing this, A-Gump looked normal and pressed the answer button casually.

"Forrest Gump! Forrest Gump!" Dawson's broken voice was full of tears, "Hurry up, bring up some food! Hurry up...get all kinds of food, come up quickly..."

A-Gump hesitated for a moment.

He had never heard such a voice from Dawson's mouth.

On the contrary, those Dawson's enemies, before being killed by him, would often plead with him in this tone.

On the opposite side, little Abraham looked at him with a playful smile on his face.

A-Gump lowered his head to the phone and said, "Got it, boss."

Little Abraham raised his hand and snapped his fingers twice, and several waiters in the nightclub all trotted over.

"Let the back kitchen prepare something to eat, and use the best ingredients to make it richer."

Little Abraham gave an order.

The waiters all backed away again.

Twenty minutes later, A-Gump got the food, got up and left the booth.

Just two steps away, little Abraham suddenly said: "Be careful, brother."

A-Gump nodded.

Five minutes later, he stood downstairs in the 5A building, communicated with the people who blocked the place, and then walked upstairs.

The elevator was out of service, and A-Gump walked up the stairs briskly until he reached the top floor, carrying warm hamburgers, pizza, Chinese fried rice, pasta, barbecue, yogurt, and soft drinks in his hands.

A big bag.

Pushing open the door of the familiar office, a stench of stench hits the face.

A-Gump subconsciously took half a step back, and only then did he see the situation in the room clearly.

Even Forrest Gump, a senior thug who had done countless dirty jobs for Cillin Dawson, immediately felt sick when he saw this scene.

"Forrest Gump!!"

Dawson curled up on the sofa, as if he had found a savior in a desperate situation, he suddenly let out a heart-piercing cry.

Chapter 273 The Disappeared Top Floor of Triple A Building

Ivan was covered in blood, his legs were spread apart, and he was sitting on the large desk with a big horse.

The "little sweetheart" was obviously on the coffee table next to the sofa, much closer to Dawson, but it was there from beginning to end, and no one dared to touch it.

A-Gump entered the door expressionlessly, carefully stepped over the messy corpses, stepped on the half-dried blood, and put the food on the tea table.

The coffee table vibrated slightly, and "Little Sweetheart" also shook.

Dawson, whose expression had collapsed, stared at the metal cylinder in horror.

I'm afraid that this thing won't stabilize and fall down, "Boom—" something terrible happened.

"Sir, here comes the food!" Dawson looked up at Ivan, flattering him, "Please, please..."

Ivan reached out and opened the large bag of food, grabbed a piece of sliced ​​pizza, and stuffed it into his mouth.

After chewing twice, he spit it out.

He grabbed another hamburger from it, threw away the two pieces of bread, and stuffed the meatloaf, lettuce, and pickle slices into his mouth and chewed.

Seeing him looking down for food in the bag again, Dawson quickly gave A-Gump a wink.

However, A-Gump, who is usually very discerning, stood aside with his hands behind his back, quietly waiting for Ivan to eat, as if he hadn't seen it.

Dawson's heart suddenly sank to the bottom of the valley.

After eating another half bowl of fried rice, two sausages, and a bottle of soda, Ivan patted his stomach, as if he was full.

"Let's go!" Ivan waved his hand to A-Gump.

A-Gump turned his head and walked towards the gate.

Dawson was taken aback.

"and many more!!"

Just as A-Gump stepped into the corridor with one foot, Dawson suddenly stopped him in a deep voice.

A-Gump stopped, but didn't look back.

"Why did you betray me?" Dawson's voice was hoarse, his eyes fixed on A-Gump's back.

From the time the two sides met to the present, except for Dawson's call at the beginning, there has been no word or eye contact.

But this sensitive and suspicious gang leader has already realized this deeply and clearly-his most capable subordinate has betrayed him!

Confronted with a lunatic murderer, Dawson's mind breaks down.

But once he realized that his subordinates had betrayed him, the collapsed hero came back to life again.

"I didn't betray you." A-Gump turned his head, "I've never belonged to you, what betrayal are you talking about?"

Dawson looked startled.

A-Gump grinned suddenly, and raised his trousers belt. His mental outlook was completely different in an instant, as if he changed a person from the inside out in the blink of an eye.

A-Gump said with a smile: "When I was young, my family's relatives often said that I don't look like a member of the Abraham family at all.

"He is taller than several brothers, and although his hair is curly, it is not black enough, and he does not have an aquiline nose.

"So, they often laugh that I picked it up. Fortunately, I have seen my father's paternity test, and it is confirmed that it is my own.

"Dad often said that I, the person who is the least like the Abraham family, may bring unprecedented glory to the Abraham family!"

After finishing speaking, A-Gump Abraham put his hands in his pockets, looked up at Dawson slightly, with a bright smile on the corner of his mouth.

Until the sound of A-Gump's footsteps disappeared in the stairwell, Dawson did not recover.

Ivan found another box of yogurt from his bag, tore open a corner of the package, and gulped it down.

He threw away the yogurt and his hand, and said contemptuously to Dawson: "Stupid bird."

"Fuck you, uncle!" For some reason, Dawson suddenly jumped up from the sofa as if he had been stabbed in the ass.

He reached out and grabbed the "little sweetheart" on the coffee table, rushed towards Ivan, and shouted, "I'll blow you up! I will die with you!"

But he rushed to Ivan and shook the metal bar desperately, but nothing happened.

Ivan grabbed Dawson's wrist and said with even more contempt: "You are such a stupid bird, come here, I will teach you how to play!"

As he spoke, he broke off Dawson's thumb and pressed it on the top of "Little Sweetheart".

However, Dawson faltered again in an instant, pulling his wrist desperately, shaking his head and shouting: "No, no, no!"

"You don't want it if you say you don't want it?" Ivan roared with a ferocious face, "Now that I want it, you have to!"

After all, he raised his hand and pressed it down.