As the two women ran out, only the boss, Betsy Johnson, was left in the room.
Brian could have shot him to death directly, but the rage burning in his heart didn't want him to die so simply.
Betsy Johnson is just a crooked capitalist and a scumbag when it comes to fighting ability.
Facing the heavily armed Brian, he had no chance of winning.
You can only use your brain to delay time, and find ways to survive.
Therefore, he cooperated very well with Brian and raised his hands obediently without Brian needing to speak, showing that he was not a threat at all.
To prevent Brian from being displeased, just shoot him in the head.
"Whether you want money or..."
"Shut up."
Betsy Johnson also wanted to use his sharp tongue to negotiate terms, but Brian interrupted him without giving him a chance.
He gestured with his gun to the stool next to him, which was the armchair opposite the boss's position, and said: "Come and sit here, come here and sit down."
Betsy Johnson had no choice but to come over and sit in the armchair.
"I bet you have never looked at where you are sitting from another angle."
Brian took off all the equipment on his body and placed them on the desk one by one.
"I don't know if I know you, but I have to tell you that it won't be of any use. He can't change anything..."
"Did I ask you to speak?"
Brian interrupted Betsy Johnson, put his plate-carrying vest on the table and said, "You have to know the difference between a banker and a gangster.
Gangsters usually adopt the most direct plan, but you bankers have ulterior motives, are full of bad things, and are always thinking of how to trap people in. "
Brian plopped down in the boss's chair, picked up his pistol and pointed it at Betsy Johnson.
Then he said: "By the way, I know everything you are, you damn capitalist bloodsucker, you used to be either in your house in the Hamptons or in your penthouse booking your tennis lessons, and since then you can Overlooking Central Park.”
"How do you know?" Betsy Johnson asked with a frown.
"I have been observing you. People like you have a problem, that is, they can't stop trading. You are sure that people can read about your success from any magazine, and then let everyone believe in you and give them all their money." You invest,” Brian said.
"You know there are people who need to draw encouragement from these success stories and gain the confidence to invest. You know I am doing the same thing, which is giving people the opportunity to make money." Betsy Johnson said confidently.
"No, you won't. You will only bring all the risks to others and the opportunity to make money to yourself, especially those who have no money but want to make money. You make huge profits by imagining these non-existent money-making opportunities. And then profit from it, you fucking do it all the time.”
Brian said viciously, pointed the gun at Betsy Johnson's head and said, "Now the question is, why should I let you live?"
Betsy Johnson still had some courage and did not collapse when the gun was pointed at her head. She said calmly: "You should know that no one in this world earns hundreds of millions of dollars, and they get it through legitimate income.
Vanderbilt, Carnegie, Gates, Morgan family, Hens family, Rockefeller family and so on.
They all slaughtered the local indigenous people, annexed the land, imported slaves, sold guns, and then relied on franchises to do business.
In this way, during the civil war, the giant family made a fortune across the country and became synonymous with wealth.
Although they did everything from murder to arson, many people died at their hands. But they became heroes, American heroes..."
Betsy Johnson talked more and more enthusiastically without feeling that she had done anything wrong.
The police downstairs had already begun to kill people going up.
Because of Brian's momentary softness, he left several women alive, which caused problems with the text plan, and the disruption of the dragon war lost all effect.
The police accurately knew the origin of the chaos through the three women who escaped.
A large number of heavily armed policemen came straight to Nona Investment Agency.
Through the surveillance in the office, Brian could see that a special police officer had come up in the elevator and was heading towards the company.
But he didn't feel any nervousness. He still sat in the chair and listened to Betsy Johnson's chatter.
"We teach our children what integrity is, what hard work is, and that's the key to success, and my children don't have to go to the military and fight, they're going to Yale, they're going to Harvard.
Only the disabled, the idiots, the white ghosts and the ghetto niggas need to fight for those bullshit wars in the United States, and they have to protect the security of the United States.
As long as there are enough fools like this, the business, that is, my business, will become more and more profitable, and my dividends will become more and more.
Wall Street bankers, their employers, consultants, and brokers will all become rich.
And those little people will buy their stocks and give their money to them for investment and financial management. In the end, the little people will lose everything.
This is an old story, but some people still believe that we can always make money. "
Betsy Johnson grew more and more proud as she spoke, as if she were in a state of hysteria, gloating over her own achievements.
He was not worried that Brian would kill him at all, and it seemed that he was not afraid of death at all.
Brian remained calm throughout the whole process, and the anger in his eyes even disappeared.
Faced with Betsy Johnson's provocation, he just said very calmly: "It is true that some people can't find out and have been defrauded of money by you, but some people like me will find out and express your revenge, just like me."
"This is a free trade system, my friends."
Betsy Johnson seemed to let go, and seemed to be trying to persuade Brian to give up revenge, and continued: "This is capitalism, this is capitalist competition, only cream can be spread to the top, and the cake is destined to be spread. At the bottom.
This is the law of the jungle and survival of the fittest. In this capitalist excess, only capitalism can survive to the end. "
"Oh, is it so?"
Brian took out a photo from his arms, put it on the table and said, "She, my favorite wife, died because of you."
"What does this have to do with me? I haven't even seen you before, why are you looking for me?" Betsy Johnson said angrily.
(End of chapter)
