Cao Gui held a bottle of Fatty Happy Water and stared at the computer screen while drinking.
"I would like to express my deepest condolences to the family of Ms. Robbins. I was chasing a bank robber and she happened to be in the middle of the road..."
On the screen, the short-haired black man in blue tights looked sad and said in a heavy tone.
It is not difficult to check the information of this person. His name is Locomotive. I don’t know the specific name. Anyway, everyone calls him Locomotive.
In every convenience store, you can see the beer, energy drinks, health cereals he endorses, and even any magazine has reports about him. Even the Fatty Happy Water in Cao Gui's hand has this locomotive printed on it.
Photo.
This man is not an unknown person, on the contrary, he is a super celebrity whose reputation has spread throughout the world.
Cao Gui frowned and recalled the scene he saw this morning. This man seemed to be very excited and kept saying "I can't stop."
What's even more strange is that the shoulder bag he is wearing is obviously redundant given his status. He can just let his assistant hold it and deliver it to him when the time comes, just like the little fresh meat.
Carrying an ugly shoulder bag is not only inconvenient, but also detrimental to your image. If fans see it, you will definitely lose followers easily.
But the locomotive not only did this, but also ran very excitedly, as if he had taken stimulants.
Based on the above, several questions arise: where is he going, what is in the bag, and where is he going?
For this kind of celebrity, Cao Gui easily found his specific identity on the Internet, signed a contract with Walt Company, and served as the speed director of the superhero group seven. He was similar to the stars of those entertainment companies. They all learned martial arts and goods.
with large groups.
The only difference is that these so-called superheroes shout justice on their lips, but what they think about is business.
Cao Gui retrieved a lot of news about their illegal law enforcement, excessive law enforcement, and even indiscriminate killing of innocent people. However, these news were labeled as fabricated by the ninth-rate garbage media. A lot of people were denouncing these people for fabricating news and slandering them.
Admired superhero.
In this regard, Cao Gui couldn't tell which one was true and which one was false. Both sides insisted on their own opinions and their own reasons.
However, Cao Gui came to two conclusions: First, these things must not be good things, otherwise there would be no need for Walter's group to cover up for them.
Second, Walt is the mastermind behind the scenes. They are the bosses behind these so-called superheroes, and the Super Seven are just pawns in their hands.
It was obvious that these people were openly displaying their merits and points, and they used various commercial advertisements and various movie images to tell Cao Gui:
I am the human head, come and swipe me!
Faced with this temptation, Cao Gui could not give up, but...
"It would be too easy for them to just kill them. We have to...kill people to kill them!"
Cao Gui's eyes flickered, and interesting ideas formed in his mind. His eyes scanned the poster of the superhero group seven:
"In that case, let's start with this locomotive!"
With a click, several finger holes appeared in the can of happy water packaged by Locomotive in his hand, one of which just went through Locomotive's black head.
…
Brooklyn, an old apartment, has been in disrepair, and the architecture is still in the style of the 1950s and 1960s.
The afternoon sun shines on it, making the dim yellow wall tiles even darker, which makes people feel very uncomfortable.
In a room, Xiu Yin, a young white man whom Cao Gui had met before, was sitting in the living room of his home. Opposite him, sat a man in a suit and striped tie.
His outfit was very inconsistent with the environment he was in.
"Mr. Huyin Campbell." The man in the suit said solemnly:
"On behalf of Vought Enterprises, I would like to express our condolences for Ms. Lobin's death. Everyone in our company is saddened by this."
"Although you are not officially married, we, Walter, are a great and responsible company, and we will still do what we should do."
With that said, the man in the suit placed an agreement and a check in front of Xiu Yin: "This is our compensation of US$45,000. Please accept it."
"But as a reciprocal request, I hope you can sign this agreement."
Xiu Yin's face was gloomy. This was the first time he heard that accident compensation required signing an agreement... and it was a fucking confidentiality agreement!?
"Does signing this confidentiality agreement mean that I can only keep silent about it from now on and pretend that nothing happened?"
Xiu Yin's chewing muscles bulged, anger rose on his face, and he asked in a very unhappy tone.
"About this... it's true." The man in the suit spread his hands: "This is just a very simple confidentiality agreement, simple and ordinary, there is no need to get entangled in anything."
"Get out!" Xiu Yin cursed.
"In that case, okay." The man in the suit didn't care about his sarcastic words and put away the check, but left the agreement and a business card:
"We can contact you at any time if you want, but I need to tell you that it is best to end this matter within three days."
After saying that, he took the briefcase, patted Xiu Yin on the shoulder, and then Shi Shiran left.
His expression was relaxed, without the so-called sadness or sadness at all.
Downstairs in the apartment, a man in a suit got into his car and left.
"Sir, the other party did not agree to our request." The man in the suit said while driving with a Bluetooth headset.
"That's a pity. It will take some effort."
"Yeah." The man in the suit rubbed his eyebrows: "I hate this kind of young people who have never experienced social beatings. They don't know how to obey or worry at all."
"It would be great if it were a middle-aged man. He would definitely not dare not accept it. Sir, could you please stop arranging me to do this kind of thing in the future? It's too tiring... Oh, Shete!"
"What? You..."
Katcha!
With a crisp sound, the man in the suit's cell phone shattered instantly, their conversation was interrupted, and an HK P30 was pressed against the back of his head.
In the dim back seat of the car, dim light shone in, and the man in a suit saw an Asian man with an indifferent expression.
"Get off the car, we've arrived."
"Shit, who are you..."
With a clang, Cao Gui kicked him away, hit the car door and fell out.
"How dare you hit me, you piece of trash?" The man in a suit with a bruised nose and swollen face instead of being afraid, instead pointed at Cao Gui's nose with arrogance and yelled:
"Do you know who I am? I am an employee of Vought Company. Our company managers have hundreds of superheroes. Even the people in the Department of Defense dare not do this to us!"
"Tell me some news about the locomotive, and I may consider letting you go." Cao Gui ignored his hand pointing at his nose, sat on the front hood of the car, and said calmly.
"Shit, who do you think you are?" The man in the suit showed no fear at all when facing Cao Gui's gun, and cursed fiercely:
"Do you dare to kill me? Let me tell you, I have a tracking chip on my body, and the people at Walter headquarters know my whereabouts. If I die, they will lock down this area immediately, and you will not be able to escape by then."
"It seems that Walter has given you a lot of confidence." Cao Gui gently broke off the hammer, his expression still as indifferent.
"Hahaha, you have no idea how powerful Walter Company is, you yellow-skinned bitch..."
boom!
The man in the suit's mind suddenly opened up. A small bullet hole appeared on his forehead, but a hole the size of a fist was already opened in the back of his head.
"Noisy!"
Bang bang bang!
Several more shots were fired, hitting him in the chest.
After all, your brains are wide open. Wouldn't it be okay if you have a more thoughtful mind?
Cao Gui turned around and entered the car and took out his briefcase. There were only two documents in it, one was a confidentiality agreement, and the other was the transparent person's itinerary.
"Tsk...I want to find the locomotive..." Cao Gui patted the information and felt a toothache, but through the transparent man's mouth, he should be able to collect some information about the locomotive.
