"Mocha, you don't have to make so many excuses if you want to kill me."

Wright chuckled a few times and said sharply.

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking."

Wright's eyes were hollow and numb. After a day and night of torture, he could not see any hope of survival, and his whole person was shrouded in despair.

"What do you know?"

Moka's face darkened and he shouted.

"For someone like you who likes to hang around, you don't understand my desire to rise to the top."

"dawdle?"

Wright disagrees.

"When I was a helicopter pilot, I tried to gain a higher position to please Jack, but I was later stabbed by Jack."

"And I haven't recovered from that stabbing to this day. It also prevented me from flying a helicopter and I could only work as a cleaner."

"so what?"

Mocha said.

"I've heard about Jack a long time ago. He has a bad reputation among the wealthy children of the beautiful country. He often does some incomprehensible behavior."

"I avoided him from the beginning. When Jack was on the island, I spoke to him no more than ten times in total."

"It's not my fault or Jack's fault that you've fallen to this point. It's all your own fault."

"A lackey of the George Group."

Wright spat a mouthful of blood onto Moka's face.

"You have great courage."

Moka's face was expressionless and not angry. He just picked up the rag on the side and wiped his face.

"Originally, I was thinking whether I should leave you a whole body or cut it into minced meat and feed it to the fish?"

Moka shook the sharp knife in his hand.

"Now it seems that it is better to feed the fish."

"Come on, whoever is a coward is the grandson!"

Wright yelled.

Now that it has come to this point, he will not give in.

And even if he surrenders, Mocha will never let him go.

"Stop talking nonsense, it's time to send you on your way."

Moka held the sharp knife and approached Wright's neck.

Wright was sweating profusely, his eyes showed fear, and he cursed the most unpleasant words he could say.

No one is afraid of death, including him.

"Ding dong!"

At this moment, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Moka's body froze, and the sharp knife in his hand stopped in mid-air.

He raised his head and looked at Wright, and said with pity.

"Just let you live a few more minutes."

Then, he locked the basement door tightly and walked to the door.

Opening the door, he frowned.

He knew the man who came, he was from Errol.

"Mr. Moka."

The man said respectfully.

"What's the matter?"

Moka asked.

At this time, there seemed to be a sound coming from the house.

Moka turned around and looked over.

"The directors are holding a high-level meeting, please arrive before one o'clock."

The man responded.

"Thank you, I understand."

Mocha responded and closed the door.

Leaning against the door, the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

This kind of thing obviously only requires an email or phone call to notify, so why would you send someone to your home?

Mocha couldn't understand.

Modern society has developed science and technology, and communication methods are more advanced.

Not only stereo imaging equipment has appeared, but also ultra-long-distance stereo sound surround equipment.

After thinking for a long time, Mocha still couldn't figure it out.

"Forget it, there are still forty minutes until one o'clock. We have to get there quickly and we can't be late."

Mocha decided to let Wright go for the time being.

Walking to the bedroom, Mocha was ready to change clothes.

Suddenly, he thought of the scene when he passed by the basement just now.

"not good!"

Moka's expression changed.

When he walked to the basement door, his face suddenly darkened.

The big lock that originally locked the basement door was broken and the door was ajar.

Pushing the door open and walking in, Mocha looked around carefully.

"Wright is gone."

Moka punched the wall fiercely, feeling furious.

"Who saved him?"

Moka said very angrily.

Soon, he remembered what happened just now.

Combined with Wright's disappearance, he completely figured it out.

"It turned out to be Errol's fault."

Moka was so angry that he was trembling all over.

Originally, his first mission failed, and now he hasn't even killed Wright.

If Director George knew about it at this time, he would never be able to reach the top of the group again in his life.

the other side.

Wright was thrown into a house with a sack over his head.

After untying the sack, Wright opened his eyes. The strong sunlight stimulated his pupils, causing him to squint.

"Wright, fortunately you are still alive."

Errol walked over from the side, sat on the chair in front of him, and said.

"Director, it was you who saved me!"

When Wright saw it, he was so moved that he almost cried.

Everyone I meet these days wants to kill me, and Derek is no exception.

But he was lucky enough to survive until now. In the end, he was saved by the most reliable director Errol, and his life will never be threatened again in the future.

"It's just luck."

Errol waved his hand, obviously unwilling to say more.

"Director, how did you find me?"

Wright pretended not to see Errol's gesture, but remained steady.

"Of course Derek's book told me that."
To be continued...