Reborn Super Bank System

United States.

New York suburbs.

Inside Polk’s villa.

After dinner, Polk sat in the living room and watched the news.

The housekeeper stood by and listened to orders at any time. There were two confidant bodyguards on duty in the house. The heavy rain was falling outside the window, and the cool air poured in from the window and blew straight towards Polk.

"Crack... Stare... Click... Push..."

Polk's hand kept opening and closing the lid of the lighter in his hand.

This was a habit he had cultivated when he was serving in the military. Whenever he encountered an extremely serious matter, Polk would take out this treasured lighter, because such a sound can keep his mind calm.

At this moment, Polk frowned.

Thinking about Chai Ren in his head.

He sent someone to investigate the two failures in detail, but the result was a big deal.

Muriel and their bodies were found yesterday.

As he once guessed, more than one hundred people, who wrapped Muriel, were not missing, but all died, at the ruins of an unmanned tribe, or if someone strayed in while hunting.

Muriel’s death cannot be confirmed by them yet, and can only be defined as missing. Because there are too many black mines in the Congo, the ghost knows if they were caught to open black mines and dig diamonds, although it is a bit possible small.

The body has now been found.

This is definitely related to Chai Ren.

The key to the second plan is to send Chai Ren to the branch.

In this way, even if Moy was looking for it, it would be a few hours after he found it. At that time, it was estimated that he had succeeded, but the plan was still undermined. Now the African policemen are lying in the hospital, and this life is basically abandoned.

To say it had nothing to do with Chai Ren, Polk would not believe that he was killed.

Now Polk is not afraid of Chai Ren.

He is now afraid of the people who help Polk.

A person who can plan rescues and car accidents in a very short time is definitely not a small role.

And cruel, it is estimated that if it were not for the influence, whether these African policemen are still alive is still unknown. This is a group of people whose intelligence and strength exceeds his imagination, and even the organization that he often purchases intelligence cannot give a specific description. .

Chai Ren didn't play him last time.

I didn't dare to come this time.

but.

Those who protect Chai Ren will not take action.

To this end, he also specially invited more than two dozen black water bodyguards to guard and lurch around the villa.

Strengthen the security forces to prevent any accidents. At this time, Polk also regretted it, especially when he saw the photos that made him nauseous. The harshness of these people made him a little bit embarrassed.

He is not afraid of any honest means.

But I am afraid that others will not behave like him.

This should be the most feared thing for all people like them. They often do things outside the law, and even manipulate the law to achieve their own goals.The most feared are desperadoes, because desperadoes are not afraid of the law.

"boom..."

After a flash of lightning, there was a dull thunder.

Polk's heartbeat accelerated by a few minutes, and then quickly calmed down.

The news is reporting a murder in New York City. A rich man was found dead at his home. The money and belongings in the safe were taken away. The New York police initially suspected that his little lover was in collusion with the ruffian.

Crime in partnership.

Similar things happen every day in the United States. Polk is not surprised, but he is a little afraid that he will one day.

Too much walking at night.

Inevitably encounter puppets

He really didn't think that God would bless someone like him.

"You said, should I stop?" Pok murmured.

This is for the housekeeper behind him.

Butlers are the people he trusts most. They help him take care of internal and external affairs, and are also involved in many illegal things. After all, they are interested in mining, and there is no way how to survive.

They did too much, bright and dark, deadly wounded.

It's also getting used to it, and he will start to have the first plan for Chai Ren.

I just wanted to spend some money to watch a scene. You know, he didn’t hire a killer. He just sent someone to reveal some information about Chai Ren to Muriel. After all, he spent less than half a million dollars. .

He felt it was worth the 500,000 dollars to watch the scene.

It's just that things are a little bit different, and this scene is not considered.

"Boom..." Another lightning flashed across.

Stopped for a minute.

Polk didn't wait for the butler's answer. He was a little confused. The butler always responded quickly.

Turned his head.

When looking at the person standing next to him clearly.

Polk's face changed suddenly when he was stepped on the tail of the cat, and he stood up after rubbing his face. He looked at the stranger in front of him dignifiedly, his housekeeper was lying on a chair not far away.

Eyes closed, life and death uncertain.

And there is not only one person in front of him, but three, all wearing sunglasses, looking at him quietly.

A chill came from the soles of the feet to the head.

Looking at the three strangers in front of him, Polk's scalp was numb.

These people can come in silently, bypassing all surveillance and bodyguards and walk here. Obviously, the person who came here is not good. They have not done anything now. I don't know if they are waiting for someone or if they don't ask for it.

Because I was too scared just now.

Polk forgot to take the gun under the coffee table.

Yu Guang glanced.

Polk wanted to sit down and take the gun, but he felt that the group was not afraid of him taking the gun.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Polk forced himself to calm down.

"Mr. Polk, there are five minutes left, please wait a moment." The black man next to him said lightly.

five minutes?

Waiting for?

Polk asked again: "Who is coming?"

"Four and a half minutes." The man replied again.

The words of this person in front of him sparked hope for Polk. It seemed that someone was coming to talk to him. I just hope that he is not an enemy, and there is room for negotiation. Negotiations, he is best at it.

"How is my housekeeper?" Polk cared.

"He's okay, don't worry, just fainted." said the black man.

Hear this.

Polk felt that these people were friends and not enemies, otherwise they would not be so polite, and he was relieved that if he came to kill him, there shouldn't be so much nonsense. Thinking of this, Polk sat down again.

Pick up the wine glass.

Take a sip of fruit wine.

The faint fragrance lingers on the tip of his tongue, making him endless aftertaste.

"Would you like to sit down and drink two glasses." Polk smiled and invited the person in front of him to drink, because he felt that this would relieve his tense nerves. The atmosphere now is really embarrassing.

The man shook his head.

Polk turned and continued to watch TV. The most important thing in negotiations was his mentality. He also had the experience of being pointed at his head during negotiations. At that time, he was very calm because he had what others needed.

He looked at his watch.

There are still two minutes.

One and a half minutes.

One minute.

Half a minute.

At this moment, Polk suddenly felt his heartbeat speed up a bit, and it was getting faster and faster, as if the heart was about to pop out. He knew that this was his own heart attack, but he had only just taken the medicine for a long time.

It shouldn't be!

This time the illness came too intense.

"Boom..." Polk stumbled and fell to the ground. His heartbeat was so fast that he couldn't speak. He wanted to get the medicine, but he hadn't climbed two steps before his eyes went dark and he lost consciousness.

Until the last moment.

He just understood the meaning of these five minutes.

That was the countdown to his death.