Mojito probably never thought that the deputy he once abandoned would return in such an unexpected way.
The figure of Poland Snow Tree slowly emerged from the darkness following Kawakami Tsumugi's order. The strong man's muscles were stiff and his expressionless face was as pale as a corpse.
Mojito watched indifferently and calmly, saying nothing, but Kawakami Ji could feel his muscles tightening.
"Well, you should be familiar with each other, so I won't spend more time introducing you." The gray-haired young man said cheerfully.
Kawakami admitted that throwing out the Polish snow tree at this moment was just an insignificant link in the plan, mainly to satisfy his own evil taste - although both parties acted calmer than he thought.
After fully realizing that he had been abandoned by his owner, the Polish snow tree in the laboratory looked like he was dead all day long. No matter what words Kawakami used to induce ridicule, or even pretended to kill him, this guy would lie down. Carry out the bad posture to the end.
To be honest, this would be boring.
The gray-haired young man even suspected that Poland Xueshu did not commit suicide immediately just to find out what happened to his parents. And about this guy’s parents…
There are not so many bloody dramas in the world where benefactors are actually enemies. According to the intelligence investigation, they were indeed the unlucky ones affected by the gang war, and Mojito was completely innocent in it-unless the problem was considered from a more macro perspective: the capitalists who profited from it had to bear the debt of every innocent soul under the money.
It's not like Kawakami couldn't fabricate evidence to make Mojito act as the villain, but it's not necessary. He was only slightly interested in the Polish Snow Tree and didn't want to spend too much time on it, and this type of instigation was boring.
So just throw it to Mojito again and let them continue to play the drama of master and servant love.
"Then I'll leave first." The gray-haired young man clapped his hands, attracting the attention of the two people present. "If I remember correctly, the next batch of drug transactions will be in two days. Don't forget to keep the evidence. I will return."
…………
Kawakami's next task was to report the situation to that gentleman, or in other words, fight with him.
This scornful guardian showed no sign of Kawakami getting the complete version of the medicine he wanted. And he was as critical as ever.
[You seem to have misunderstood the focus of my investigation. The details of how Cointreau and Mojito came to be sold in C-town are irrelevant. ] The gentleman said, [What is really important is the researcher behind the drug, and currently, you have not obtained any information related to it. 】
What researchers could be behind this drug? Aren't they just a Kashasha who secretly makes trouble and a half-hearted Rikar. Kawakamiji rolled his eyes.
Therefore, for him, removing himself is much more important than pretending to be a drug researcher.
[Personally, I feel that if we can directly capture Cointreau, it will be easy to obtain information from drug researchers. And sir, do you remember what I said before? In addition to Cointreau, there are also people behind the scenes. 】
【reason. 】
[Progress is too easy. 】Kawakamiji replied, and the person behind the scenes has come to the door, he added in his heart.
The gentleman did not reply to him immediately. About five minutes later, he sent a meaningful email:
[Then, just proceed with the task as planned. Don’t forget that new drugs need to be filed with the research team. You should know the specific process better than me.
As for why you are so sure that there is someone behind this... Kashasha, think about it carefully, I hope you can give me a perfect answer. 】
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Two days later, the sun was shining brightly and there were no clouds in the sky.
The real black transactions of the upper class are all disguised by the banquet, but this time the protagonist, Mr. Adrian Esposito, looked haggard, tired and reluctant. After paying formal tribute to everyone, he left early.
Mojito walked around to the back of the banquet venue, and the Polish snow tree made a simple disguise, following him not too close but not far away. In such a scene, Mojito had nothing to say to his former assistant, and simply ignored him completely. .
The Polish snow tree
She always looked at him with eyes full of concern and pain, but said nothing and remained silent to the temptation thrown by Mojito.
Although he wanted to show up, there was no sign of Kashasha. Mojito then focused on the next drug deal. In fact, he never actually met the drug transporter. Each time, he used the parking lot as a medium to pay and deliver the goods.
After initially understanding the depth of the water behind the traders, Mojito cautiously gave up the aggressive investigation method and allowed them to maintain the mystery of the transaction.
The parking lot is divided into two parts, one part is underground, where Mojito's personal vehicles are parked, and the other part is on the ground, semi-open-air, for guests coming to the banquet.
According to convention, the drugs that can alleviate Quinn's physical condition should be quietly placed in a corner of the parking lot, in a certain black car - the cost of the black car was also "voluntarily" paid by Mojito at a price higher than the market price. bear. So every time a transaction is made, the other party will send a new car.
Mojito pressed the elevator switch.
He was actually the only user of the private elevator that needed to be driven by fingerprints. Now it came with a Polish snow tree. Mojito only waited for less than two seconds before entering the elevator.
He pressed the button for the negative level.
The moment the elevator started, he felt weightless.
Mojito was going to go from the basement parking lot to the open-air parking lot and found the black car for inspection. Although this road is winding, it is the safest one under the control of the Esposito family.
Perhaps because of the elusive Kashasha, Mojito couldn't help but pay more attention to the changes in the environment than usual. When he went down to the first floor, he suddenly felt a chill on his spine.
The camera inside the elevator suddenly and quietly went off.
The elevator door slowly opens——
“Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang—!
!
"
The bullets from the wild bombing filled the narrow elevator room. Under such a ferocious attack, the human body would probably be beaten to pulp in an instant. But the blood mist did not spread. When the attacker stopped, he only saw the metal walls of the elevator full of bullet holes.
"Where are the people?!"
The leader made an incredible cry. He entered the elevator carelessly. He looked up and found that the top of the elevator had been removed and was empty. In the darkness, a pair of leather shoe soles pushing against the wall could be vaguely seen.
Mojito sensed the crisis first and hid in the elevator shaft.
"They're up there!
"
Countless guns were pointed upward, and the people who attacked the mojito crowded into the elevator, their faces full of fanaticism and enthusiasm for meritorious service. Mojito, who had caught a glimpse of the situation, was familiar with this emotion, and he had indeed become the prey of others.
But anyone who dares to think of him as prey looks pretty clueless.
Before the gang could fire, Mojito pulled out the latch of the grenade and let it fall to the ground in free fall.
