"But you took my money and lost all my investment. You even owe the bank a lot of money." Brian said coldly.
"That has nothing to do with me. The money is given to the committee. That's how wealth management funds work." Betsy Johnson quibbled.
"Do you like competition?"
There was no point in arguing with Betsy Johnson, so Brian changed the subject.
"I like!"
Betsy Johnson answered immediately, without even a second's hesitation.
"You want to play a little game of free market competition? Just you and me." Brian said.
"I can't wait." Betsy Johnson responded immediately.
"A gun, two players, whoever gets it first is qualified to live."
Brian looked at the surveillance screen with his peripheral vision, calmly put the gun on the table, pushed it to the middle, and looked at Betsy Johnson.
Betsy Johnson's eyes were fixed on the gun, and her expression already represented his answer.
"I'll start when I count to 3."
Brian continued to look at the monitor screen with his peripheral vision, deliberately leaning his body on the sofa, far away from the gun, and then started counting: "3, 2..."
Brian had just counted to two when Betsy Johnson took action in advance and rushed over to grab the gun.
She thought she was dead this time, but she didn't expect that she would still have a chance to grab a gun and kill her. This was a stroke of luck for Betsy Johnson.
He was also cursing crazily in his mind. Brian was a complete idiot for making such a fatal mistake.
Who plays the rules with you? Who follows the rules with you?
Only the devil can listen to you count 321!
Betsy Johnson was very proud to get the gun. She pointed the gun at Brian and said proudly: "Oh, this feels so wonderful, I won, you will only abide by the rules.
But the winners in this world don't follow the rules. It's useless what you say. I won, and you will die soon. "
"Yeah?"
Brian, who obviously didn't get the gun, didn't have any fear on his face. He even mocked: "You are a fool even if you got the gun. I will still win."
"Then you go die."
Betsy Johnson became angry and pulled the trigger on Brian.
"Click."
The gun went off and there were no bullets.
Betsy Johnson didn't believe in evil, so she picked it a few more times, but it was still the same.
at this time……
"Bang, bang~"
The office door was forced open.
Betsy Johnson heard the voice behind her and instinctively turned around with her gun in hand.
A group of special police officers appeared at the door. When they saw a suspect with a gun pointing his gun at them, they pulled the trigger decisively without hesitation.
"Pah, pah, pah..."
In the old American way of doing things, it is just a matter of emptying the magazine.
Seeing the SWAT officers, Betsy Johnson, who thought she had finally been rescued, was knocked to the ground by dozens of bullets before she could speak.
It was already cold when he fell to the ground, and his chest was bleeding like a sieve.
Brian had taken off all the equipment and his mask, and was sitting in the boss's seat wearing a shirt and suit.
They lay down on the ground in cooperation and held their heads in their hands.
"Take him out of here, quickly."
The SWAT police thought they had subdued the terrorists, and immediately sent people over to lift the hostages from the ground, and walked outside under cover.
The other SWAT troops divided into two groups.
One part continued to control Betsy Johnson, who was beaten to pieces and died unjustly. The other part continues to disperse to other places to look for suspicious persons.
At this time, the downstairs was surrounded by the police, and they were tightly surrounded on three floors inside and three outside.
Long Zhan also changed his plan privately and delayed coming out for too long. He had to leave early to avoid being surrounded by the police.
As for whether he could escape from it otherwise, Long Zhan had no way of knowing.
He could only stare at the exit of the building outside the police cordon to see if Brian would come out.
If Brian was caught by the police, then Long Zhan would have to work another shift.
Before Brian was sent to prison and was just being escorted on the road, there was a wave of one-man PIT stops and robberies on the road.
Long Zhan is very skilled at playing pit, so I believe it won’t be difficult for Brian.
However, what Long Zhan never expected was that Brian was indeed brought out by the police, but not handcuffed by the police.
Instead, he was escorted down by the police and walked out openly.
"Wow, how did you do this?"
Long Zhan didn't know what kind of trick he was playing, but after killing dozens of people, he was still protected by the police.
With strong curiosity, he drove over, picked Brian up in the car and left.
Asked Brian on the way.
It was learned that Brian was pretending to be the boss of the company, and just in time for the SWAT police to arrive, he used a game to turn the boss into a terrorist.
Taking advantage of the chaos, the police didn't know who was who and managed to escape smoothly.
Long Zhan had to praise him as a genius.
It also reflects every DG from the side, no matter what he has become, whether he has a broken leg or a broken hand.
They are terrifying existences in society, and any one of them can cause a disturbance.
Not only the killing skills like a war machine, but also the various experiences and wisdom accumulated during many years of military career combat.
Although Brian had great help from Long Zhan in the previous stage of his revenge, it saved him a lot of trouble.
But in the end, the soldiers broke into the company, firing grenades, rifles and pistols, killing the entire company, killing and wounding nearly a hundred people.
In the end, he was able to miraculously run out without being caught by the police.
This has demonstrated his ability!
Such a good brother has outstanding abilities, wisdom and strategy, and has a good relationship with him. He can be called a good brother.
Naturally, Long Zhan couldn't let him go, so he drove directly to the private airport in the suburbs.
All kinds of persuasion and brainwashing were carried out simultaneously in the car.
First, he told Brian that he had formed a partnership with someone and bought part of the shares to start a company. It was a PMC company with a scale of over 100 million U.S. dollars and great potential.
Now is the time when the company needs people for development, and I hope Brian will go over and help him.
The salary and remuneration can be raised as he pleases, and the salary can be afforded.
Brian himself was an orphan. He finally got a wife and then died of cancer. He looked like the legendary evil star.
Thinking that he had nothing to worry about anyway, and his wife's revenge had been avenged.
Long Zhan came all the way to help him a lot, and the relationship between the two was so good, and he also needed a job.
After all, people who are only 30 years old now will have a long life ahead of them.
For all these reasons.
Brian agreed to Long Zhan's invitation and went to the Salt Lake City headquarters base with Long Zhan for development.
(End of chapter)
