I cut reality into a movie

But, who would have the ability to take revenge on me?

McConnell was lost in thought, but Officer Tifa asked deliberately with a smile on his face: "Indulgence note, nearly [-] million US dollars in indulgence note, what kind of sin is this to redeem?"

"Of course it's the sin of making Officer Tifa unhappy."

"Is my smile worth that much?"

"It's worth it! It's worth it!" Romon leaned on the table with his elbows, rested his chin on the back of his hand, and said, admiring Tifa's smile seriously, "To me, it only takes [-] million yuan to make Officer Tifa face you." Lu smiles, it’s already worth the money.”

"Hmph, always so glib."

Police Officer Tifa proudly raised the tip of her little nose, and was about to finish watching the movie when the phone rang again from the headset.

This time, it was Falco's turn to ring.

Chapter 123 The Purple Rose Flower Always Blooms With Death

Maturity often means chains.

This is especially evident in mobile phone ringtones.

When they were young, people tended to set the ringtones of their mobile phones to be unassuming and individual, wishing that their mobile phones could attract everyone's attention when they rang.

However, with the growth of age and experience, the selection of mobile phone ringtones will become more and more conservative, and eventually become the default ringtone when the mobile phone leaves the factory.

It seems that only by hiding all your personality in this way can you become a mature person in the public perception.

So whether it is McConnell or Falco, for these old white men who are so familiar that they are about to die, the default ringtone of the iPhone is their consistent choice.

It's just that in today's Saga restaurant, in this suffocating environment where the smell of needles can be heard, let alone the default ringtone of the iPhone, even if it just vibrates in the pocket, it can attract everyone's attention.

Oh shit!

Which bloody bastard is calling me at this hour.

In his heart, he scolded the caller ten thousand times, Falco could only take out his mobile phone helplessly under McConnell's cold eyes, and responded in a dull voice: "I'm Falco, Who are you?"

"Minister, this is Corolla."

"Oh, Corolla, what's the matter?"

"Minister, Len Oswell is dead."

Bang!

It was as if someone had smashed a stainless steel washbasin on the celestial cap. Falco could only feel his entire cranial cavity buzzing, and every bundle of neurons in it erupted with severe pain.

Head hurts like it's about to explode.

"What did you say? Who's dead?"

Almost wanting to shatter his back molars, Falco let out a low growl like a beast. He didn't want to, and couldn't believe what he heard.

"Minister, it is... It is Lean Oswell who is dead."

Suppressing the fear in his heart, Corolla explained in a trembling voice: "Len Oswell's asthma suddenly worsened. By the time I dared to go to the cell, he had already suffocated to death."

"I have checked the surveillance video before and after his death and found that he had no contact with anyone, nor did he consume anything other than bottled purified water."

That is to explain, but also to shirk.

Just after Corolla narrated Le En's death concisely and quickly, the person who is going to face great pressure now is Falco.

Even if Le En's death was a complete accident, it had nothing to do with Falco.

But for McConnell at this moment, a sudden accident is the best outlet for him to divert his pressure.

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Taking off the monitor earphones hanging on her ears, Tifa didn't bother to listen to the boring noise of those old white men, but instead asked Romon curiously: "Is this part of your drama?"

"No, Le En's sudden death was completely unexpected." Romon shook his head lightly, then picked up the lemonade on the table and took a sip.

"If it wasn't for the drama you arranged, then Le En's death would be a bit complicated."

Tifa narrowed his amber pupils slightly, and opened his mouth to analyze: "According to the reply from Falco's subordinates on the phone, when Le En died, he had no contact with anyone, nor did he eat anything suspicious."

"In such a completely non-contact situation, such a simple and quick murder of a person, the Oswell family may be more terrifying than we expected."

Hearing that Officer Tifa was 100% sure that Le En died of murder, Romon blinked and asked back: "Officer Tifa, Le En's sudden death may also be the normal death that Corolla said, why can you rule out this possibility? 100% sure that Lehn was murdered by the Oswell family?"

"Intuition."

Tifa's answer was beyond Romon's expectations: "Intuition? Officer Tifa, are you serious?"

"My intuition has never made a mistake." Officer Tifa said quite complacently: "Whether in combat or in investigations, my intuition has always guided me to make the right choice."

"Of course, besides intuition, I also have some logical support." Tifa smiled and said, "Romon, do you still remember that when you were in San Francisco, there was a smuggler code-named Captain?"

"How could I have forgotten him." Romon shrugged and said, "I dissected his body myself."

"Ammonia hexaphosphate is not an alkali."

Tifa still remembered the medicine that poisoned the captain at that time. She turned the wine glass on the table and said, "Even a private pharmacologist in San Francisco can develop a mysterious poison that ordinary forensic doctors can't identify. That's a big deal for the pharmaceutical giant Oswell." Say, it’s not impossible to come up with a poison that can kill people invisible, isn’t it?”

"It's not just killing people invisible, but also killing people invisible."

Romon added: "Len Oswell's cell is completely connected to the corridor outside, if it's just a colorless and odorless gas poison, then the security guards guarding Leen will definitely be poisoned to death. "

"However, judging from the reports of Falco's subordinates, there is nothing suspicious about Le En's death. This is enough to prove that the Oswell Group used a special poison that was only aimed at Le En."

"Hmph, to be able to produce such a targeted poison, I have to say that there are quite a lot of capable people in the Oswell Group."

"Then do you want me to help you arrange an opportunity to dissect Le En's body?" Tifa asked.

"No, it's not necessary." Romon shook his head: "Just finding out the true face of a poison will not help me determine the real culprit behind the scenes. We still have to start with the internal members of the Oswell Group."

"So... what do you know from Le En?"

It was true that Le En died in the FBI building on the day of his arrest, but before Le En entered the FBI, he spent a whole night with Romon.

Tifa didn't believe that he, Mr. Agent, would let go of such a large source of information for nothing. He definitely asked a lot of things.

"It's an interesting question."

Romon nodded: "The most important point is that Le En let me know that not everyone in the Oswell Group supports the research and development of immortal medicine."

"Among them, the CEO of the Oswell Group, Joel Oswell's opposition is the most intense. He hopes that his father will leave the world as soon as possible so that his second-in-command can become the first-in-command."

"So after this Lehn incident, I bet this Mr. Joel will make some fuss about this matter, and maybe within a few days, we will be able to see problems within the Oswell Group. "

Through normal logical deduction, Romon could roughly guess that there would be some problems within the Oswell Group, but he didn't expect that this problem would be so ridiculous.

Almost half an hour after Le En died, the news of his death appeared on Joel's desk.

He watched Sequence Five's efficient murder, and while he was satisfied with the efficiency of Sequence Five, he also felt a little scared: "This woman is more powerful than I imagined."

Joel pondered for a while, and then suddenly thought that he had an agreement with Sequence Five more than ten hours ago, an agreement aimed at his father.

At that time, he was a little overwhelmed by his father's crazy plan, so he had the idea of ​​killing his father in a fit of rage.

But after more than ten hours of calmness, Joel hesitated again. After all, he was also his biological father. No matter how weak the relationship was, he still had some feelings.

"How about... forget it?"

"I'll try to persuade my father to go overseas even if he conducts experiments?"

Joel's heart softened. He tried to dial his father's phone. After a short blind tone, a middle-aged man answered the phone:

"Mr. Joel, the chairman knows why you made this call. He didn't want to hear it. He asked me to tell you for him. Now you have two choices."

"One is to take the initiative to hang up the phone, and then he will pretend that he didn't hear the call."

"The second is that you voluntarily resign from the CEO position, and then leave the Oswell Group forever."

"Mr. Joel, what is your choice?"

Hearing the polite but mocking voice of his father's secretary, Joel clenched his hands instantly, and angry blood hit his veins, making the back of his hands look like several earthworms were wriggling.

Father.

This is what you forced me to do!

The little family affection left in his heart was instantly wiped out, Joel gritted his teeth and nodded, then hung up the phone without saying a word.

After he hung up the phone, the old Oswell, who was lying on the hospital bed on the other side, showed a comfortable smile: "This brat, after all these years, is still so timid. .”

Old Oswell still thought arrogantly that he could knead his child at will, but he didn't know that his eldest son couldn't wait to ascend the throne.

After hanging up the call to his old father, Joel dialed the number of Sequence Five with a gloomy face.

Soon, Joel heard the familiar sound of metal accessories colliding, and Sequence Five in a sexy punk outfit appeared in front of Joel.

"Mr. Joel, I knew you would come to me."

Deep purple lips curled up to the sides, and Sequence Five's slightly hoarse, lazy voice immediately caused Joel to question bluntly: "What do you want?"

Assassinate the chairman of the Oswell Group.

Let's not talk about the nature of this matter, just in terms of difficulty, this matter is not an easy one, so Joel must figure out why Sequence Five wants to cooperate with him to assassinate the chairman, and what exactly she wants.

Facing Joel's cold gaze full of doubts, Sequence Five felt no pressure at all. She came to Joel's desk with ease, sat down on the guest chair generously, and then took her time explained:

"I don't like this research. It's too stupid to engage in longevity medicine or something."

"Just because of this?"

Hearing the reason for Sequence Five's assassination of the chairman, Joel was stunned. He had heard that this woman was a little crazy, but he didn't expect this woman to be so crazy.

"That's reason enough for me."

Sequence Five smiled, and the smile was full of madness and ferocity, as if she was such a pure lunatic.

But under the crazy appearance, Sequence Five actually has her own plan. The reason why she wants to kill the old chairman and help Joel take over is to let the Oswell Group have a real leader in charge.

In this way, with a real top leader, the Oswell Group can be twisted up and down and become her sharpest knife against Mr. Fox.

Otherwise, the Oswell Group will always be exhausted internally, when will it officially start a war with Mr. Fox.

Sequence Five couldn't wait any longer.

"It seems that Bannon is right, you are a pure lunatic, Sequence Five."

Joel accepted the madness of Sequence Five, but he didn't know that the direction of Sequence Five's madness was somewhat different from what he thought.

"But I'm a useful lunatic, aren't I?"

Sequence Five narrowed his dark purple eyes slightly, and opened his smile completely.

Her smile is so beautiful, so bright, so alluring, yet so crazy and deadly.

Even an old bastard like Joel who has been scheming and has been harmful all his life, still feels a little chilled in front of Sequence Five's smile.

What makes him even more chilling is that his only only son likes this crazy woman.

Unlike laughing at the old father's father's resignation, Joel really looks forward to his father's kindness and filial piety for his only son.

This mentality is not contradictory. Many people in high positions will have this mentality. Among them, Li Shimin is a representative figure that Chinese people are more familiar with.

Although Lao Li killed his brother and banned his father to seize the throne, he treats his children and hopes that they will be brothers and friends and have a harmonious relationship.

Human nature is complicated. Old Joel is ruthless to his father and ruthless to his brothers, but he is not good at doting on his son.

And he is not the kind of pure doting on children, but he is very attentive in cultivating children. He did not let his children stay in New York, but sent them to South America many years ago, letting him open up the market there. To temper the will.

He even instructed his son to participate in coups in many small South American countries in order to familiarize his son with regime struggles.

As for the result, Joel was quite satisfied.

Including the recent period, his son was also very close to a warlord in Bolivia, planning to overthrow the current Bolivian government and let Oswell's medicines completely occupy Bolivia.

If not every few days, his son would be concerned about the current situation of Sequence Five, as well as what he had to keep persuading Joel to let his old father marry him.

Joel can give his own children full marks.

Let that little bastard stay in Nanmei first, and after I finish all the things in New York, I will personally kill this dangerous female madman.

She's too dangerous for Noah, I can't let her near my kids.

Silently preparing to kill the donkey in his heart, Joel ordered to Sequence Five: "Don't leave any traces, don't leave any handles, you can do it, right, Sequence Five."

"Of course, my Mr. Chairman."

Sequence Five promised with an undiminished smile: "I will let the old chairman die naturally, and you can prepare the speech for the funeral."

Sequence Five took the order to leave, and no one knew what she had done, but by the time the old Oswell's dedicated nurse team entered the ward for rounds in the early morning of the next day, the centenarian had already passed away safely.