The consultant replied calmly: "When I walked into this room, I said that it was you who would die, not me."

Dewit said, "It depends on whether you have the ability!" When he said this, he actually wanted to do it, but the next second, his face became very ugly because he found that his body could not move at all. "What did you do?!"

The consultant laughed and said, "Ha, when I cut off Mr. Lucester's head, you should know that I am a capable person, but you are still too arrogant. You think I am at most a 'unit' level like you." He left the bar at the mini bar and walked slowly towards Lucester's bed: "So I decided to finish it and answer all the questions before killing me to vent my anger." The consultant waved his finger, and Lucester's right hand holding the gun was easily cut off like his head, and the wound was as neat as the neck.

The broken hand flew up strangely in front of the consultant. He grabbed the broken wrist with one hand and reached the trigger with the other hand, jammed Luches' finger. "Actually, my ability is indeed not high, it's just a 'paper' level, but a mediocre person like you naturally thinks that those with higher levels will win." The consultant returned to Dewitt, pointed the dead man's hand at Dewitt's heart with the gun in the dead man's hand.

"Wait... there is no hatred between us!" Devit replied in a panic; "You don't need to kill me, I admit that I am incompetent, I am arrogant! I am not worthy of being your subordinate, I can disappear from you! Never pretend to be a consultant anymore!"

"No, I need you to pretend to be a consultant." The consultant said, "Tonight, the consultant, that is, you, sneaked into Luches' bedroom. The alert mafia godfather hit you first with his gun, and you used your superpower to kill Luches in reverse before he died, but he didn't die soon. I think the police report was like this in the end." He smiled: "As for the hatred you mentioned... just a minute ago, we both had no hatred, but weren't you also want to get rid of me and get out of here? It's ridiculous and sad to put on this begging face now. You, a guy who always struggles with repeated miscalculations, tried to tell me what is 'necessity'?

Hum... Let me tell you why you have to die.

My two goals are carried out at the same time. It is work to help the Oxygen Club get rid of the two big families in front of you. Testing your abilities is my private matter. One of these two things succeeds, the other naturally fails. Anyway, for me, either you will complete the work and lose a non-qualified tester; or you will get a qualified assistant and lose a deal. No matter what kind of thing you have to make a profit.

Now that the test has failed, you have lost your value to me, but because of what you did before, the illusion of being a "consultant" should not be long before Sonny's idiot. At this time, you have value. Your body can pretend to be me again. I think it would be no big problem to play a dead person with your acting skills, let alone after you die, that is the true performance.

The police are not you, they will check a lot of things in detail, and the name Mike Byron will be mentioned soon. Your body can disrupt the police's sight, attract their attention, and buy me time to leave the city. In the end, no matter what the police have concluded about the intelligence hacker who pretended to be a college student in this case, the consultant will appear again on the Internet soon, and your death is nothing more than adding a bit of legend to me."

Devit struggled desperately for a few more times, but he still couldn't move. His face was sweating, making his image as a homeless man even more embarrassed. His eyes were already filled with horror, and his throat was roaring like a trapped beast.

The consultant seemed to remember something suddenly. He said "Oh" and then said the last paragraph to DeWitt: "Actually, I am one year older than you. You probably don't have the right to call me a boy in this life. As for the title of Siyaner," he took off his glasses and threw it away: "This pair of glasses is flat. My own eyesight is pretty good, so the character needs to wear this. So if you go to another world after you die, please remember that you were killed by the great "advisor" and you also have a large amount of damn intangible assets!"

With a gunshot, Dewit's life ended. The consultant was an agnostic. He felt that there was a possibility that God existed, or that the earth was just an ant farm controlled by aliens, or that he actually only existed in other people's imagination... So no matter what, he just tried it casually, and maybe what he said just now would become an opportunity to become famous in the underworld in advance.

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The next day, the consultant had packed his luggage, tied a travel bag across the board, destroyed something that might have become evidence, and left the apartment.

At nine o'clock in the morning, he came to an alley.

This place is the territory of the Ophio Club, and few pedestrians pass by. People who come here usually come to buy drugs, but today, no drug dealers come out, and the alley is surprisingly quiet.

The consultant didn't wait long, a car drove here, stopped, and turned off the engine. Four men got out of a car, the leader was Juan Rossell, the owner of the Ophiopogon Club, and the other three people around him were the second boss, the staff officer and the personal guard.

This is not the first time the consultant met them. Because it was in the same city, when the consultant received the deposit, he asked to withdraw cash in person, which could save a lot of trouble and increase the trust of these low-level customers in themselves. They are like the elderly who do not trust online shopping, and they always feel that the sneaky joints that are always exaggerated in gangster movies are like real transactions.

The two gangs greeted him politely, but Juan's expressions were a little strange. They looked very happy, but there seemed to be something hidden in their eyes. Of course, these could not escape the advisor's scrutiny, but he did not disclose it for the time being, and only hoped that these customers would not do stupid things.

"Luches and the Genovese family have been eradicated from the city, and you have also taken the opportunity to absorb a lot of their territory and defeated soldiers. Now, the Ophio Club only needs to expand its operations and occupy the vacant market. In less than a month, it can become a new giant in Chicago. As for whether it can dominate one side, it depends on your own ability." Seeing that the greetings were almost done, the consultant began to talk about the main topic: "Then, the remaining 300,000 yuan of remuneration..."

Juan said directly: "Ah, of course, this is what you deserve." He snapped his fingers, and the bodyguard behind him walked up and took out a tart cloth bag. Judging from the size of the bag, there should be no problem.

The consultant said: "Don't you need to pack the suitcase? Then take a look. I don't want to leave with the newspaper package."

The bodyguard glanced at Juan, who nodded, so the bodyguard took out the knife he carried with him and went to open the oil cloth.

Just as everyone's eyes were focused on the bag, Juan suddenly pulled out his gun and pointed it at the consultant's head, "I have to do this, sorry, man."

Now they were clear about their weird behavior just now. The consultant snorted disdainfully and said, "Really? This is not a joke, isn't it? Mr. Rossell, when you get such a great benefit, you refuse to pay me a 300,000 yuan in the final payment. How can you achieve such a great cause?"

The three people beside Juan also took out their weapons: "Stop talking nonsense!"

But at this moment, they all ended up falling to the ground with their heads smooth and their bodies fell to the ground after a few seconds.

The consultant sighed: "Now, from the nobles of the palace to the gangsters, they are all less and less qualified. Why do you have to threaten my life for such a little money..."
Chapter completed!