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"I seriously suspect that while you are laughing at yourself, you are also alluding to me!"

Thinking that as a strange thief, she has no right to accuse Romon of committing death, Qiqi also shrugged with a light smile, and bid farewell to Romon:

"Mr. Bond, although I still want to continue playing this secret agent game with you, a good baby suddenly came to my side. I have to solve my quirk first."

"I believe that you, who are also a weirdo, must understand me, right?"

understand!

1 understandings.

Seeing that Qiqi took the initiative to leave, Luo Meng breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time asked shamelessly and politely: "Do you need help?"

"I prefer to challenge the difficulty alone."

Understanding Romon's happiness as absolute trust, Miss Qiqi waved her hand to bid farewell to Romon after a self-guided strategy, leaving him with the back view of leaving in a cool way

Chapter 120 Want to poach me from Officer Tifa?

Pilar has never known what is impermanent like today.

A second ago, he was still on his triumphant return, chatting with the bearded man about how to spend his bonus after returning to New York.

But the next second, he was dragged into a Hummer SUV and watched as Lehn was let loose in front of him.

Ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping!

The 9mm pistol bullets kept hitting the custom-made steel plate of the Hummer off-road vehicle, making a crisp but weak knocking sound. This was a counterattack launched by his bearded teammates after confirming their own safety. The shooting was more like seeing him off.

After all, we are not relatives, who would risk their lives for outsiders.

Not counting on his teammates, Pila could only save himself. He looked at Le En, who had a ferocious face, and begged for mercy with a smile: "Mr. Oswell, I am just a little ant who obeys the orders of my boss. Nor will any meaningful intelligence be obtained."

"Who says you don't know useful things?"

Le En shook his bound hands, patted Pila's face and said hoarsely, "Did the accountant Pila forget that before the game started, it was the withdrawal password you entered in the encryption machine."

"Now, tell me the withdrawal password, and I will let you leave safely, and I will also give you a thank you fee of 100 million U.S. dollars."

"How is it? This deal is a good deal, isn't it?"

Listening to the conditions given by Le En, Pila chuckled and shook his head: "Mr. Oswell, I really don't care about the [-] million US dollars, because it is FBI's money, not mine."

"But I care about my little life. You just let me tell the password simply. How can I know if I can leave alive after telling the password?"

"After all, I can clearly see your behavior tonight. You are not a soft-hearted person."

It's true that Pilar is not good at playing with the mind, but he is not a pure idiot either.

He knew that the only reason why he could still sit here alive was that he held the 3 million dollar withdrawal code in his heart. As long as he dared to say this withdrawal code, Le En could immediately end his life.

"Accountant Pila, it seems that I also need to let you know that I am also not a person who likes to negotiate conditions with others."

Not interested in exchanging information with Pila to ensure mutual safety, Le En winked directly at the man driving the car and said, "Drive to the hulk, I want accountant Pila to feel the consequences of being stubborn."

"Hey, hey, hey! Oswell, I didn't say I wouldn't tell you the password! Is it necessary for you to do this?"

Listening to the hulk in Lehn's mouth, Pila, who works in the FBI, can think of at least twenty kinds of terrible tortures.

"I was very upset by your FBI today, so I need to vent now." Le En showed his true nature: "Accountant Pila, I just want to torture you now, do you have any questions?"

"But the man you're betting against is Bond! James Bond! You're capable of finding him! What's the matter with you coming to me!"

Pila was going crazy, he really didn't expect that he would get into such a big trouble just by going out to work casually.

If he had known that the bearded idiots were so weak in combat, he might as well have stayed by Romon's side and returned to New York with Romon.

Even though his boss would suspect his loyalty that way, at least he could survive.

To put it softly, to say it hard, Pila has been persuading Le En to let him go all the way, but it is obvious that Le En today is not a character that can be easily persuaded.

His successive failures in and out of the gambling game have completely replaced his rationality with anger, and now he just wants to vent, to vent out the anger in his heart completely.

Let two strong subordinates carry Pila into an abandoned ocean-going fishing boat.

In the cabin full of rust and fishy smell, Le En pulled over a plastic seat, and then, in front of Pila's puzzled eyes, trampled the surface of the plastic seat with a few feet, and then said to his subordinates: :

"Strip him naked and tie him to a chair."

"Hey, hey, hey, hey! Oswell, are you fucking crazy! You really treat me like this, I would rather die than mess with your withdrawal password!"

Feeling the terrible danger, Pila twisted his body crazily, trying to break free and escape, but how could a body of an office accountant stand against two professional thugs with big waists.

No matter how Pila resisted, he could not change the fate of being stripped.

"Tsk tsk tsk!"

"It's a bit miserable, my Pyrrha accountant."

Through the stealth camera that has been closely following Lehn, Romon can clearly see the current situation of Pila Accountant. Seeing that he is about to stage a classic scene in the movie, Romon feels that he can make a move.

Otherwise, it would be a bit too cruel for Accountant Pila to lose his masculinity.

After twisting the silencer to the Sig Sauer P226, Romon raised the muzzle of the gun in the shadows, and then pulled the trigger. The bullet penetrated the darkness silently, and accurately killed the burly thug standing guard in front of the abandoned fishing boat.

bang.

With a muffled sound, the thug's body fell to the ground, and at the same time, Pila's miserable scream resounded throughout the fishing boat:

"I say! I'll fucking say it now! Don't you want the password! I'll tell you right now!"

Sitting on the plastic chair with only one frame left, Pila looked at the rusty iron chain dangling in Le En's hands, and could only feel a bit of coolness flowing through his crotch.

He broke down, tears mixed with sweat were streaming down his face, he didn't even hope that he could leave alive, he just wanted to have a good time now.

But it's a pity that Le En's sadistic heart has been completely aroused, and the more Pila begged for mercy, the more excited Le En was.

"Accountant Pilar, do you have any children?"

Hearing Le En whispering in his ears as intimately as a lover, Pila, instead of feeling relieved, became even more terrified: "What the hell are you trying to do! Oswell, what the hell are you trying to do!"

"Yes, Mr. Lehn, what on earth are you trying to do?"

What responded to Pilar's roar was not Le En's weird threat, but Romon's hearty chuckle.

Seeing this uninvited guest who suddenly appeared, the bodyguard behind Le En immediately touched his waist, but unfortunately, the God of Reaper moved faster, and after hearing a low gunshot, Le En's bodyguard died with a broken skull world.

"Bond! Why are you here?"

Facing the sudden appearance of Romon, Pila seemed to have seen the apparition of God. If he hadn't been tied to the chair and couldn't move, he would have jumped up to meet Romon.

Contrary to his excitement, Le En faced Romon's sudden appearance, as if he had eaten the original nine-turn large intestine, and his whole face instantly became gloomy:

"Bond, do you know? You are like a disgusting leech, once you get on it, you can't shake it off!"

"Am I as ugly as a leech?"

Luo Meng touched his cheek with a smile, and said calmly, "Okay, don't care if I'm a leech or another animal, it's you, Mr. Leen, who have to make the choice now."

"Are you going to be carried away like a dog after your leg is broken, or do you take the initiative to admit defeat and save yourself some dignity?"

There is no doubt that, as a capitalist, Le En has never been a tough guy who can fight to the end. After losing their bodyguards, their figures will immediately soften.

"Bond, it's lucky to have you. If it wasn't for you today, I guess I would have to explain here, and it's still a very miserable account."

After being put down from the chair by Romon, Pilar immediately expressed his thanks to Romon, and at the same time wondered: "By the way, Bond, how did you find me?"

"Touch the back of your collar." Romon said, "The secret is there."

"Behind the collar?"

Pilar touched the back collar suspiciously, and took out a button-sized signal generator from under the collar: "This..."

"To deal with the people of the Oswell family, it is natural to have an extra layer of protection, so we need an extra layer of protection."

Romon took the signal generator from Pila with a smile, then patted him on the shoulder and said, "I believe Accountant Pila, as an excellent FBI employee, won't mind such a small trick."

"Why would I care about my own life-saving straw, I can't wait to give up that signal generator now." Pila waved his hand and actively changed the subject: "By the way, Bond, what shall we do next?"

"Of course we will take our Mr. Le En back to New York." While talking, Romon picked up Le En from the ground and walked out of the cabin.

That is, on Romon's side, when the arrest of Le En was completed again, the bearded detective on the other side was discussing with the team members what to do next with a gray face.

"Le En ran away, and Pila was also robbed, and with the strength of that kid, it is estimated that Le En didn't even need to be punished. He just spoke a few words to scare him, and this kid has to reveal the withdrawal password."

"In other words, our mission failed completely. Not only did we lose the mission objective, but we also lost [-] million US dollars. That's [-] million US dollars. If the officer finds out about this, we will count one by one. Game over!"

Holding his head, squatting on the ground in pain, the bearded detective's heart was full of despair.

"Captain, we can't tell the truth, we'll be doomed!" A team member with treacherous eyebrows suggested: "Captain, why don't we do this, let's say that Pila was betrayed, and that the kid was betrayed by Leon." Buy through, we failed the mission only because of that kid's co-operation."

"Is it possible to say this?"

The bearded man was a little moved, but also a little hesitant: "That kid Pila can be sent by Falco to take charge of the gambling money, it shows that the kid's loyalty in Falco's heart is beyond doubt, we planted him for betrayal, Falco can believe it ?"

"Death never proves, captain."

The squinting-eyed team member affirmed: "After that guy Pila was taken away by Le En, he will definitely not come back alive. Since he can't prove his innocence alive, then whether he is a traitor or a loyal one is up to us. Calculate."

"Uh~~~~~"

The bearded man was moved.

He didn't dare to frame his living colleagues casually, but he didn't mind letting the dead bodies take the blame for him.

Just like when he hijacked the car under Le En's subordinates, he chose to ensure his own safety as soon as possible. As an egoist with a beard, he pursed his lips and nodded:

"I really want to remember that Accountant Pyrrha isn't married, is he?"

"Yes, Pyrrha is still unmarried."

"Then his parents died early as I remember?"

"Yes, Pilla's parents were in a car accident three years ago."

"Then since he has nothing to worry about and is alone, you don't have to care about whether he has a pension after he dies, right?"

"Yes, yes, captain, it doesn't matter to anyone whether Accountant Pilar sacrificed or betrayed."

"Okay, then I know how to submit this report."

After finding a lot of high-sounding reasons for himself, and making his own framed and framed harmless to humans and animals, the bearded man called Falco.

At this moment, Falco is enjoying the joy of victory with a group of high-ranking republicans in the large conference room of the FBI's New York headquarters.

The moment Romon won the bet, they received the big beard's victory report, and they also confirmed through their respective gambling circles that the news of Romon's victory was true.

So they unreservedly opened the wine of victory and drank it directly in the meeting room. Even facing Tifa, a subordinate without party affiliation, they became a lot closer.

After all, if Tifa hadn't strongly urged Romon to participate in the gamble, then these high-level republicans would not have been able to get the huge bonus of up to [-] million US dollars.

That's three hundred million dollars!

Under the impact of the [-] million U.S. dollars in cash, these high-ranking republicans have no time to manage Lehn's situation.

"Jen Forte, thank you, and thank you for your excellent agents, for bringing us such a great victory for the FBI!"

He came to Tifa with a glass of high-end French red wine. Falco, who used to be old and rotten and couldn't understand Tifa, didn't worry about whether Tifa was a woman. excited.

"Chief Falk, it's getting late today. If you don't have any tasks, I'll take my leave first and leave."

Tifa does not reject the reception after the victory, but this group of conservative old white men is obviously not the best partner to share the victory.

They are okay when they don’t drink, and they can still maintain the most basic appearance of gentlemen, but as the drunkenness rises, these old white men can’t control their desires, and they start thinking about having an office sneak with Tifa, an angel on earth. ruled out.

Seeing Tifa's attitude, Falco not only did not approve of Tifa's departure, but also reminded himself kindly: "Jenforte, you should understand that if you want to get to a higher position in the FBI, you just have to Individual efforts are never enough."

Falco said, pointing the red wine glass in his hand to a round, gray-haired old man in the conference room: "Director McConnell admires you very much."

"But I don't appreciate him, and from now on, I don't appreciate him even more."

Police Officer Tifa is not a weak girl who is submissive, as long as she doesn't want to, she doesn't even have any interest in acting.

"Genfort, you better know what you're talking about."

Falco had pimped McConnell more than once, but it was the first time he had been rejected with such a mocking nature.

"Of course I know what I'm talking about!" Tifa confronted, "The one who doesn't know what to say now is you, Commander Falco!"

"Jenfort." Seeing Tifa being so ignorant, Falco narrowed his eyes slightly: "Do you know that people who are arrogant usually end badly?"

"Falco, how can you comment on Ms. Tifa like that, it's not a gentleman!"

Seeing Falco and Tifa talking more and more aggressively, McConnell felt that it was time for him to come out and save the beauty. He dragged his old and round body to Tifa's side, and said with a smile:

"Ms. Tifa, don't mind, Falco has been a bastard for many years, and he still can't speak. I just asked him to introduce me to you, but this bastard said some stupid things. I hope Ms. Tifa able to forgive her."