I've had enough.

After Betty Scarlett returned home, he saw his father scolding others angrily, and was angry, like an angry lion, who wanted to choose someone to eat at any time.

The man kneeling in front of him could only respond timidly, not daring to take a breath, and his forehead dripped sweat as big as beans, wetting his clothes. He did not dare to let his sweat drop onto the floor, for fear that his improper actions would cause the already angry lion in front of him to open his bloody mouth.

In that case, his relatives had to find him at the bottom of the sea near Birmingham.

"Get out, get out of here." The furious lion roared.

He quickly stood up, lowered his head and walked out of the house without saying a word.

Betty Scarlet looked at all this coldly. Since I can remember, this kind of thing will be staged every month. She is tired of it. She knows that no one can be safe and sound in front of this angry lion. Even the mayor will show a trace of subtle uneasiness when facing him.

This man is the godfather of Birmingham, a scumbag who is extremely cruel.

She is also her father, Betty Scarlett.

"You're back." Her father smiled when he saw her.

"Yeah." Betty replied coldly.

"Have you had lunch? I specially sent someone to find your favorite Kobe beef, Kobe lobster."

"No, I've eaten it."

After saying this, Betty turned around and walked upstairs. Even without looking back, she knew that she was a scumbag father staring at her with coveted eyes, and that gaze could only be used on her lover, not on her daughter.

But she had become accustomed to this kind of covetous and greedy look that she wished she could tear her clothes apart.

Back in his room, Betty closed the door heavily, making a muffled sound.

Then, she slid on the ground like a doll that had lost her strength, leaned against the door and sat on the ground, looking at the photo of the mother and daughter on the table opposite the door, and murmured: "You are right, mother, he is a beast."

In the hall of the stairs, the godfather of Birmingham retracted his greedy gaze and murmured in a low voice: "It's coming soon, you'll be happy, the agreed day is coming soon... At that time, I will rule the entire ** of Great Britain."

...

Local time, at 15:00 p.m.

The fir on both sides of the road continues to the end of sight. Under the clear sky, the green leaves reflect the sunshine like stars.

A white man in black exudes a white smell and rides a bicycle between the fir street trees.

The ground was flat and without gaps, and there was not only no garbage around, but also no small stone, and there was no passerby. The white man gasped, stepped on the pedal with all his strength, and rode the glittering silver bicycle without any obstacles.

Ten minutes later, he walked through the fir trees and came to a gorgeous villa.

Throwing his bicycle to the door of the villa, he pushed open the iron railing of the villa and walked in.

The door of the villa opened, and a man in his thirties walked out and greeted the white man in.

"How is it? Have you noticed anything?" asked the thirty-year-old man.

After the white man walked in, he took off his coat and hung it on the clothes hanger in the entrance hall. He shook his body and walked into the hall. In the wide hall, more than twenty men and women were quietly waiting for his arrival.

What is even more surprising is that in the center of the hall, there is a pile of money. It is a rectangular cube made of three meters high and ten meters long, all of which are piled up with money, with an amount of about tens of billions.

This is all the money from the seventeen banks that were robbed, all accumulated here.

The white man found a free sofa and sat down, and said, "I have found out clearly that the group of people were indeed arrested because Will suddenly turned against him and killed his companions, causing the police to break in and beat the others up."

"What, Will is back, this is impossible." Someone said loudly.

“But this is the truth.”

"He is the one who is most sincere to our boss among us. He will never be able to rebel, and there will be no internal strife."

"I have checked the bank's video records, and it is indeed clearly playing the video of Will's rebel and killing his companions. If you don't believe it, you can watch it yourself."

The man took out a chip the size of a nail from his pocket and threw it in front of everyone.

“This is a copy.”

The man in his thirties who opened the door to welcome him in picked up the chip, took out his phone and inserted it into the phone, then loaded, adjusted, and played it.

A light came out of the mobile phone, projecting onto the wall, showing all the scenes of Lloyd's robbery.

The scenes of the robbers who installed time bombs killed their accomplices clearly reproduced.

Including the scene where he was shot and killed by the police.

"Damn it!" The man who first spoke out against it snorted angrily.

This is a true proof that no one can deny it.

"Wait, return the picture to the scene when Will was killed." Suddenly, a man spoke, about twenty-four or five years old, the youngest among all the robbers.

But he was indeed the hero in front of the boss, the heads of all the robbers in the villa.

The man in his thirties turned the scene back to the moment Will was killed.

"What did you see?" the young leader seemed to have discovered something and asked with interest.

A female robber said: "Will was killed with a terrified, uneasy, and desperate look on his face. He seemed to want to express something."

"Everyone is terrified when he is killed." Someone said.

"Will is different. He is loyal to the boss and is the boss's confidant. He kills people like a slap. His eyes before his death may be angry or relief, but it will definitely not be horror."

"Is there something strange here?"

"So, this video is synthesized."

"No, it's the source file, there is no trace of synthesis." Someone said in an expert tone.

The young leader suddenly laughed, and he said with a decisive note: "Will was framed, his body was controlled, someone used his body to shoot and kill his companions, causing internal strife, and then killed Will with the help of the police. Some outsiders intervened in this matter."

Control Will's body?

The robbers looked at each other and felt a cool air rise from their spine. The hot breath in the hall seemed to be hung by the cold current, and it became much colder in an instant. Some robbers shrank their necks, as if they felt a chill in their necks.

"Averyone can't do such things, are superheroes intervening?"

The young leader shook his head, "It doesn't look like the superhero's moves openly and there is no need to hide his identity. This time he takes action, he may not be a superhero."
Chapter completed!