What happened to the blond man Francis can be regarded as an unexpected surprise to a certain extent.
First, let’s briefly summarize the inside story of the case that happened on the plane.
The deceased was a well-known business owner with a net worth of over 100 million. He had a very stingy personality. This was the reason why he appeared in the business seat of the plane - asking him to spend money to buy a first-class ticket was tantamount to cutting him off. of meat.
At the same time, with such a stingy style, the family's food and clothing expenses are naturally not well-off. To briefly describe their situation, they are obviously in Rome, but they live like a cow and a horse.
As the head of the family, the old business owner is certainly happy with this kind of life, but his only son is not very satisfied with the current situation of his life.
He didn’t spend the money when he had it, he hid it and didn’t give it to his son, and he waited too long to inherit it. Looking at his father’s demeanor of not smoking, drinking, and being a womanizer, compared to his own money that had been emptied out by romantic affairs. As for the body, in the end, I might have to stage a white-haired person to send a black-haired person...
How to do it?
After thinking carefully for a few seconds, this "filial" son came to the conclusion that he should find someone to kill him.
When Asakura learned of this situation, he felt that something must be done.
Of course, his nature is definitely not to do justice for heaven. There is no need for him, an outsider, to be a messenger of justice for other people's household affairs.
Mainly because he found that it seemed like he could blackmail Le... No, he wanted to do something to provide necessary help for subsequent actions.
His operation was carried out secretly and it was not easy to make a big publicity. Not only could he not use the power of the organization, but even his own forces in North America did not want to act rashly.
After knocking the blond man unconscious in the toilet, Asakura straightened the disguise on his face, and after making sure it was not damaged, he moved the mop blocking the toilet and walked out the door.
When there were indeed people in the toilet, the police outside would not have been squatting outside the women's toilet to guard the male fugitive.
When Asakura came out, the police officer who had been asking questions outside had disappeared, but a woman who was in a hurry to go to the toilet passed him.
"...?"
The woman hurried to the toilet door and realized something was wrong. She first raised her head and looked at the sign above the door frame. It was indeed the women's toilet.
Then she looked back at Asakura Makoto, who didn't move at all abnormally, and slowly walked into the toilet with suspicion.
After just a moment, she found the man who was tied to the toilet and passed out...
"ah!!"
A scream sounded.
Asakura Makoto, who was walking away, heard the scream and saw the policeman who was attracted to him. He clipped his briefcase as a personal prop and disappeared into the crowded crowd.
…
A few days later.
A beautiful woman dressed in OL walked into the office of Thomas Sindora, chairman of Sindora Company.
Among them, her long silver hair was tied up on the back of her head, and she wore a pair of rimless glasses in front of her heterochromatic eyes.
The upper part of the body is a white long-sleeved shirt with a blue collar flower on the chest, and a black business hip-hugging short skirt is worn on the black silk legs below the waist. Below that, she wears a pair of shiny black high-heeled shoes that make a clicking sound as she walks on the road.
This woman, codenamed Curaçao, is Rum's loyal subordinate.
Curacao walked into the office and saw the company chairman sitting in front of the large floor-to-ceiling window.
However, the chairman's condition at the moment is not good.
His right arm was in a plaster cast and hung around his neck with gauze. There were large bruises on his face, as if he had hit something straight.
And to this extent...
Curacao has a very strong sense of observation. It only took a few seconds after entering the office to see Thomas's condition clearly.
Was he beaten up by someone?
She subconsciously speculated and connected it with her purpose of coming here, confirming whether there was any connection between it.
"Ms. Curacao."
Thomas sat on the large leather seat and made a sit-down gesture to Curaçao with his still intact hand.
"I'm very sorry that I can't do more to entertain you due to health reasons."
In fact, just the gesture of please sit down, he touched the wounds on his body when he did it, and he almost couldn't help but moan.
"It doesn't matter, I don't care about such small things."
At this time, Curaçao was still the determined and loyal organizational cadre who had been rescued by Rum, and his tone of voice was urgent and ruthless.
"I just want to know how you have considered our proposal?"
Her strange-colored eyes stared indifferently at the man in front of her.
Originally, given the size of the organization, she wouldn't be able to be as groveling as she is now - yes, compared to blowing your head off at every turn, normal discussions are indeed groveling.
"terribly sorry."
Thomas Sindora looked at the woman in front of him and shook his head.
"Although your terms are very tempting."
"But...I already have other options."
Speaking of this, he recalled the man who walked into his office the day before... and as he thought of it, the injuries on his body began to ache.
After hearing this reply, Curacao's expression became a little grim.
"So, you want to reject our kindness?"
At the end of this sentence, the tone of voice rose, and the question contained a chilling threat.
"I don't mean to reject your kindness, it's just..."
Thomas raised his hand and tore off the note on the desk, wrote his name, and slowly pushed it to the other side of the desk, in front of Curaçao.
"He said when you see the name, you'll understand what's going on."
"Besides, my body..."
Thomas gestured to his broken right hand, "It was also a gift from him."
Curacao took the note, scanned the name on it, and his pupils shrank.
She was silent for a while, looked at Thomas with a wry smile, stood up from her seat and was about to leave.
And the word brandy was clearly written on the piece of paper she put on the table.
"That, Ms. Curacao."
However, when she was about to leave the office and her hand was already on the doorknob, Thomas behind her spoke again.
"He wants you to stay here, so..."
Of course Curacao doesn’t want to stay here, it doesn’t want to and it doesn’t dare.
The dispute between Rum and Brandy is like the general and the commander in chess. The two of them will not engage in a bloody fight with each other, but their respective subordinates... that is not necessarily the case.
Curacao felt that if she fell into Brandy's hands, that guy would never care about the rum behind her, and he would definitely use any means.
She opened the door directly and was about to leave here.
However, when the door opened, a strange-looking man appeared in front of her.
"Who are you!?"
Seeing this man, Curaçao's heart sank. She knew the abilities of Belmode in the organization, and an ominous premonition immediately arose in her heart.
"Ask me?"
Asakura tilted his head.
"Brandy."
