Trafford’s Trading Club

But the old taxi driver obviously didn't believe the statement, and he shook open the window and looked at the man suspiciously: "Sir, what if you don't come out after you go in? You don't look like someone who can live here either. ”

Old drivers can be cut off in front of the police station, you can't doubt it!

“What did you say? I'm the owner here! Humph!” The man frowned and snorted coldly: “Wait. ”

Go ahead, he walks straight to the pillar in front of the gate, rings the doorbell here —— he doesn't have to take a taxi back if he doesn't have anything missing.

On his way here, he asked the driver to borrow his phone, but was unable to reach Edgar, causing him some anxiety.

The doorbell rang for a while, but there was no movement. The taxi driver has stepped out and walked toward the man, "Sir, I don't think you'll react for long... but the free taxi is not so good, you know? ”

“What do you want to do?” The man snorted cold.

Perhaps because he had always been in a high position, the taxi driver's face suddenly changed and stopped for a moment.

Men felt that their momentum had overwhelmed each other and had to laugh. Unexpectedly at this time, the taxi driver didn't say anything. He turned around and rushed back into his car. He reversed the car directly, and turned around and drove his horsepower and left on the original road.

A man stands still... he doesn't think he can scare people to death. The man turned around unconsciously and saw the gate on the iron gate. At this time, a man dressed in a white suit, but stained with blood, was lying here.

His arm went through the iron gate and just supported his body… but his head drowned and his body was still motionless.

Seeing this, the man suddenly startled. He suddenly understood why the driver was so panicked.

A man dares to walk to the gate, lift his head up, and quickly recognize his name —— what happened to the estate?

That's what he wants to know! The man pushed hard and found that the gate was not locked. He had to hesitate to bite his teeth. He grabbed a pistol from the body's hand and swallowed the saliva before slowly touching it into the estate.

Along the way, a man sees a lot of bodies - and all of them are his men's bodies!

This luxurious villa inside the estate looks absolutely quiet at this time.

Pushing the door open, he didn't see a human figure, and the man had to shout out, “Edgar! Edgar! Are you there, Edgar? Are you there?”

Peng Lung...!

It was like hitting something, a man suddenly turned around, his pistol pointing in front of him, and he said, "Who! ”

“Ah... sir!” But I saw a man holding his arm, leaning in the corner, and slowly stood up, "You're all right, that's great! ”

“Oh, I finally saw a living one.” The man looked happy and rushed up to help this guy, "Tell me what's going on here...”

But before he finished, he heard the voice of his old housekeeper, whom he was extremely familiar with!

“Sir, there you are! ”

Edgar walked down the hall in a hurry. His clothes look very messy, only his hair doesn't seem messy... “Luckily you don't have anything to do with it! I woke up in the study and found Yefim and the bodies of his men, sir, you killed them! ”

“Me?” The man stunned, revealing a very suspicious look, his brain was like a spider silk, unable to understand the front and back, “Edgar, listen to me, I've been...”

“Oh, sir, I don't think we're talking about that right now.” The old housekeeper said positively: “I've informed Bloopov and told him what's going on here. Listen, what Mr. Bloopov means is that we'll only be given half an hour to clean this place up. ”

“Bloopov?” Men can't even touch their heads: “Wait, I did come to Moscow to see Bloopov for cooperation. ”

“Oh, my poor sir, didn't you talk to Bloopov once before the first auction and have a plan to get rid of Yefim?” The old housekeeper frowned: “Was it the impact of the grenade explosion that confused your memory? ”

The man stunned... intuitively told him that something else had happened here that he could explain and that was very strange. He was instinctively trying to figure out what was really going on in the middle of this, and he was rushing to talk.

But at this moment, he suddenly had a faint feeling.

This stunning sensation suddenly flashed many images in his eyes - like a movie, and it was a 120-frame image.

The man went into a coma.

“Sir! Sir! Sir!!”

……

Feeling some pain in his face, Yergo woke up softly, opening his eyes and even seeing a face he could no longer familiarize himself with.

“Mr. Victor!” Yergo grabbed Victor's arm with joy and haste: “Great! I've been looking for you! Where the hell did they put you? ”

Victor stunned and subconsciously thought: it seems that the people at the estate never told Yergo what they were doing, but simply kept him locked up.

“Calm down.” Victor patted Yergo on the shoulder, "I'll tell you about my thing later. Can you tell me what's going on here, compared to this? ”

“Oh! I don't know, it seems like there was an attack here, so I escaped in chaos. I was going to find you!” Yergo, recalling, said: "Mr. Victor, there are too many firearms in here, and so many people have been killed! I think we should hurry as soon as possible...”

“Yergo!” I didn't expect Victor to scream a little louder at this point: "Those things you said, we'll talk about later. I just need you to tell me what's going on with this guy. ”

Victor reached out a finger.

Yergo couldn't help but look away and see a body falling on the floor in this messy room.

The gray dry corpse-like body and the black blood in his mouth make his face appear vascular and horrible!

This is the... the murderer!

Yergo finally remembered clearly what had happened before… the guy seemed to have hit something on him and then became extremely horrible. Yergo wasn't sure what this man was getting into his body, but obviously he wasn't a good guy!

But... how did this guy die?

Yergo had to be intimidated. He knew that he must have been too dangerous, and instinctively entered a state he had never wanted to be known to.

Once he gets into that state, he loses his mind and can't recall anything he has done... can he, when he loses his mind, use that horrible power to kill this guy?

Yergo looked at this guy with some obvious traces of something clawed out of him… it seemed, perhaps, that this was the only conclusion that could be drawn.

It is difficult for Yergo to deny the conclusion that when he loses his mind, he experiences some horrific destruction.

“Did you kill this guy?” Victor frowned and asked.

Yergo hesitated, "I think… maybe, I don't remember very clearly. Sir, you know, I passed out and I can't remember. ”

“Thank you very much.” Victor nodded and suddenly said: "But don't tell anybody about this body for now, and don't mention it in the report. I'll get rid of this body... Anyway, you have to keep a secret about this body. ”

Seeing Victor look solemn, Yergo hesitated for a moment and eventually nodded.

He climbed up, "By the way, Mr. Victor, did they do anything to you? ”

Victor smiled and looked at the young guy, knowing that he really cared about himself, and he had to gently say, “It's okay, it's all settled. ”

“Solved?? ”

……

When Yergo walked out of this room, he found out that the estate didn't know when, there were a lot of cops... but it didn't seem like there were a lot of bodies here, as he remembered.

There are only four bodies in the lobby of this villa.

There is only one corpse in it, it belongs to this estate… and its identity is only that of a gardener. As for the other three, Yefim, and earlier, two of Yefim's gangsters were taken.

What the hell happened?

Yergo Baby, a white man pushed...

……

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“Are you feeling better? ”

Vika lifted Vera to a small woodland far from the estate, found a creek here, and put her to rest beside her - in fact, he was really tired, and for a fighter whose weapon was the keyboard and the code, this manual labor was fatal.

“It's okay. ”

Vera nodded and regained some strength.

Vickathon sighed and sat on the grass all of a sudden, "I think I just heard the siren, the police are probably here. Luckily we're walking fast, or else we're in a lot of trouble! ”

“Thank you for your hard work. I'll give you a raise.” Vera smiled and extended her fist.

Vika also stretched out her fist, so gently tapping Vera's fist, they smiled at each other.

“By the way, get me some water, I'm going to wipe my face, I just got a lot of paint on my face.” Vera remembered something like that.

While knowing that the young lady and her boss were essentially a beautiful person, Vika couldn't help but say: “When did you have paint on your face, my lady? It was just a little dusty at best. ”

“No?” Vera stunned.

She subconsciously touched her face, obviously, and the discomfort of the pigment stuck here, and the rough feeling, "Do I really have no pigment in my face? I'm talking about white paint! ”

“No! ”

Vera frowned, then quickly stretched out and suddenly squinted her eyes and said happily: “Ha, I think I know what trick they were using to steal The Unknown Girl from the museum silently. ”

“Ah, are you still thinking about this? ”

Vika... Vika rolled her eyes.