Chapter 536: Retreating to advance (please vote for the big chapter)
It's almost dawn, and bright lights are still shining in the large, smooth office.
A young man with brown-blond curly hair was dozing off with his head propped up on his head, and several strong men beside him were fast asleep.
Deafening snores echoed throughout the office.
At this moment, a slight click of the lock cylinder was heard from the end of the large office.
The thing that made the sound was the lock of a small door. At this moment, the lock was being unscrewed from the inside out, and at the same time, the small door was being pulled back.
Behind the small door is a small office nested in a large office.
A figure walked out of the small office.
Slight and somewhat hasty footsteps began to echo in the large office.
The young man who was dozing in front of the computer suddenly woke up. He straightened up, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and then quickly shook the strong men around him who were sleeping soundly, and then began to stare at the computer chat interface with all his concentration.
At the same time, those strong men who were still a little angry and about to have a seizure suddenly woke up when they heard the footsteps, and came to the chat interface and stared at it.
Footsteps came from far away, and a mature middle-aged man in formal attire, upright posture, and gold-rimmed glasses walked up to where everyone was working.
"Winter, is there any reply over there?"
The middle-aged man looked at the young man with brown-blonde curly hair.
"Ah good."
The young man's head was covered for a while before he came back to his senses. He stared at the chat box on the computer monitor. In the chat box, there were only messages sent by him, but no reply from the other party. "Boss, there is no reply yet."
"Don't relax," the middle-aged man known as the boss glanced at the young man, and then glanced at the strong men around him, "The client in this case is very generous. If we can find traces of the target, our performance in the first half of this year will be
It will be settled, and when the time comes, everyone will use their pockets to put the bonuses."
Hearing the word bonus, the young man suddenly woke up from his sleepiness. He stared at the content displayed on the computer screen. Soon he seemed to have recalled something and looked at the middle-aged man.
"Boss, why don't we publish the information Jace sent us?"
"What's the use of announcing it?" The middle-aged man looked at him indifferently, "Can the background of the person who can do this kind of experiment be small? Maybe it's a big consortium. Can we offend a big consortium? Do you want to
Are we all going to be taken away in a municipal body collection truck tomorrow?"
His eyes swept over all the strong men around him. Under the neat shirts of these strong men, complex tattoo lines were vaguely revealed.
"We are all from the West District. We have made it from a small gang to what we are today by using any means necessary. Kindness is useless in this world. Money and fists are the truth.
"If we can climb the tree of this client and continue to receive tasks from him, from now on we will have meat to eat every day, live in a big house in the city center, and go to Laxu to choose the most beautiful woman."
"Long live the boss!"
Everyone immediately roared.
Winter, a young man with curly brown hair, was among the crowd, and the warm atmosphere dispelled his worries.
Although he had a great time getting along with Jace, he had also longed for the beautiful life of a professor at a famous university and felt pity for this miserable professor.
But if sacrificing this famous professor can bring him a better life in the future, then he won't mind. After all, he has done this kind of thing many times when he was in the West District.
At this time, the middle-aged man's bracelet vibrated. He raised his bracelet and glanced at everyone, "Continue to contact the target."
"The target hasn't responded to us all night," Winter glanced at the chat screen. "Did he find out that we didn't publish the information he wanted us to publish and noticed our problem?"
"impossible."
A strong man sitting next to him lit a cigarette and sneered, "This guy has had a smooth life. He has nothing but high academic qualifications. He will believe whatever you say. If he was a veteran, he would have discovered our secrets long ago."
It’s a problem, I can’t wait until now.”
"But······"
Ding--
Winter was about to retort when a sudden reminder came from the computer.
That was the voice of a friend who was particularly concerned about coming online.
Winter came back to his senses instantly and looked at the computer screen. The originally dim avatar had now become brighter.
In an instant, everyone gathered around and leaned in front of the computer screen.
"Quickly, ask him where he is?"
The middle-aged man quickly ordered with a little eager excitement.
Winter immediately woke up the keyboard and typed a line of words,
[Where are you now?]
Within a short period of time, a rapid message alert sounded on the computer.
[I have arrived]
Ding dong——
As everyone's eyes focused on the computer screen, the crisp doorbell rang.
The sound of the doorbell was mixed with the sharp message prompts, making this silent dawn so noisy.
Everyone became quiet at this moment.
After the doorbell rang for a few seconds, the person outside the door seemed a little strange that he didn't get a reply. He pressed the door handle and slowly unlocked the door.
The middle-aged man glanced at the information on his bracelet.
······
He Ao opened the door and saw a young man with brown-blond hair standing in front of the door, breathing heavily.
"Mr. Jess, I just wanted to open the door for you."
Winter looked at He Ao, smiled, and then focused his eyes on He Ao's blood-stained clothes, "Mr. Jess, are you...?"
"A little trouble has been solved."
He Ao looked calmly into the office.
Several strong men in disheveled clothes, who seemed to have just woken up from sleep, were walking or working in the office.
"Mr. Jess, come in and sit down."
Winter glanced at the blood stains on He Ao's body, hesitated for a moment, and then invited He Ao into the office. As he led He Ao inside, he smiled and said, "This is the second time Mr. Jess has come to our place.
Alright."
The first time was when Jess found this detective agency and commissioned them to investigate the death of his parents.
Although the two parties have been cooperating for several years, due to various reasons, they basically communicated online or agreed to meet at a place, so Jess never came to the detective agency again.
"Yes," He Ao nodded slightly. He glanced at the busy crowd in the office, "Your office also works at night?"
The moment this question was asked, Winter paused, his brain was working rapidly, and he immediately said,
"It's like this. Didn't you say yesterday that you were going to do a 'big thing'? You asked us to release the information and contact the FBI, but you gave us too much information. We need more manpower to sort it out. Things are relatively complicated.
It’s urgent, so everyone worked overtime here last night.”
Having said this, he looked at He Ao's body again, and asked pretending to be concerned, "Mr. Jess, is there really nothing wrong with your health? Do you need me to call a doctor for you? We have a long-term cooperative partner in our office.
Family doctor, the charges are quite reasonable.”
"No need," He Ao shook his head and scanned the entire office, "Where is the person in charge of your office?"
"Our person in charge is also working overtime here. He is in his office. I will take you over to see him."
Winter said quickly.
"Need not."
He Ao took three steps and walked quickly to the door of the small office.
The door to the small office was open, but there was no one inside.
He Ao turned around and looked at Winter.
At this moment, a middle-aged man who looked polite walked out of the toilet on the other side of the office. He glanced around and finally stopped at He Ao, and said with a smile,
"Mr. Jess, we haven't seen each other for a long time. I miss you very much."
For the previous secret medicines, the person in charge came personally and delivered them to Jess.
"Me too."
He Ao smiled and narrowed his eyes slightly.
These people are stalling for time.
He quickly walked up to the middle-aged man and asked quickly, "Mr. Norbeck, I just want to know the answer to one question. Who is your real client...or, in other words, the instigator?"
You are monitoring me and who is the person who sent me a specific secret medicine? I need all his information."
The moment He Ao finished speaking, everyone, whether they were flipping through documents, typing on the keyboard, or walking between desks, stopped, raised their heads, and stared at He Ao.
The scene fell into an eerie silence.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Jess, I don't understand what you are talking about," Nobeck was also stunned for a moment, and then he smiled blankly, "Aren't you my client?"
"Of course, when I first investigated the cause of my parents' death, I was the client, but what happened after that? When you gave me the secret secret medicine of the talent sequence that was problematic and tampered with, and when you leaked my actions to others,
Who is the real client?"
He Ao looked at Norbeck calmly and spoke word by word.
Norbeck stared at these calm eyes. In those eyes, which were as quiet as the abyss, there seemed to be a turbulent and crazy undercurrent surging.
For a moment, his heart trembled, but soon he stabilized.
Because of the talent sequence, Jace was already on the verge of madness. This was information he had known for a long time.
"What are you talking about? I don't understand."
He smiled and spread his hands. He looked at He Ao's face with a hint of teasing in his eyes.
In a sense, Jace's madness was driven by him.
According to past situations, when he couldn't get a clear answer, the young professor in front of him would choose to compromise and doubt his own judgment.
"That's it."
He Ao nodded.
Things seemed to be developing as Norbeck expected.
After seeing He Ao nodding, he spoke slowly and began to try the words he had constructed many times in his mind, "Mr. Jess, I'm sorry to cause you trouble. Maybe there is some misunderstanding between us. Maybe we should
Let’s talk seriously, explain things clearly to each other, and resolve the misunderstandings between us.”
As he spoke, he was about to take He Ao to the semi-open reception room nearby.
According to his understanding of Jace, even if he didn't trust him, Jace would be willing to listen to him in a 'friendly' way.
Such chats usually last half an hour or even an hour.
But this time, things did not develop as he expected.
After hearing what he said, He Ao just nodded quietly, "In that case, I won't bother you."
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the opened door.
Why doesn't this guy play by the rules?
Norbeck looked at He Ao's back and tried again, "Mr. Jess, we should have a chat."
He Ao did not reply to him, but still walked towards the door at a relatively fast speed.
Seeing this scene, Norbeck realized that He Ao was really going to leave. He winked at Winter, who was closest to the door, and then suddenly raised his hand.
The moment he saw the boss's eyes, Winter rushed to the door and closed it.
At the same time, the strong men around him stood up with a loud sound.
"Sorry, Mr. Jess."
Winter leaned against the door and stared at He Ao.
Dots of radiant lines appeared on his body.
Mechanical prosthesis.
"Mr. Jess, I didn't want to come to this point."
Behind He Ao, Norbeck also came over and looked at He Ao with some regret.
"So what price did he offer you?"
He Ao smiled and turned around to look at Norbeck.
He didn't have time to find evidence to prove that Norbeck had a problem, so he used a more crude method.
Obviously everything Norbeck has done so far is to hold him back. Naturally, it cannot be that the head of the detective agency wants to hold him back for fun. It is obvious that this comes from some people.
delegate'.
So when He Ao insisted on leaving and could no longer hold off, Norbeck had to make some statements.
"Two million to hold you back."
Norbeck replied calmly.
When things have come to this point, he has nothing to show off.
All the strong men around him gathered around, seven ordinary people with guns raised, and two prosthetics with open palms revealing micro laser cannons.
Including Winter, there are a total of eleven people, three prosthetics, seven strong men, and Norbeck.
He Ao used his spiritual consciousness to glance at Norbeck, Transcendent, Class D.
He looked at the muzzles of the guns, walked calmly to the center of the office, and asked with a smile, "It seems like you don't intend to just hold me back."
"Kill you, ten million."
Norbeck motioned to the people around him to approach slowly.
His words were not only meant for He Ao, but also for the subordinates around him.
Sure enough, the moment he said these words, the eyes of the strong men who pointed their guns at He Ao began to heat up.
Obviously, Norbeck didn't get angry with these subordinates just now. He probably just signaled his subordinates to hold He Ao back.
In fact, this is the right approach. Although the price of 10 million is high, what kind of task can be completed at any price? Nobeck knows very well that with his strength, he is not worthy of completing the task of 10 million, and the other party cannot solve it even if he has deep pockets.
People are not worthy of him to solve it.
So he chose to use tricks to hold back He Ao to earn the two million.
But the money moved people's hearts, and when the plan went bankrupt, he refused to let it go.
Especially when he saw He Ao, who was covered in blood and had obviously experienced a tragic battle last night, unrealistic fantasies emerged in his mind.
No matter how good a person's recovery ability is, it is impossible to heal an injury almost overnight, and he knows the strength of 'Jace'.
He had sold Jace's talent sequence secret medicine, and he knew very well that Jace was just a D-level non-combatant 'donor'.
All this made him feel that he might be able to get the 10 million.
He Ao looked at this man with a smile, "It seems that I am really valuable. Now can you tell me who your client is?"
Although Norbeck had already tried to 'kill' He Ao, judging from the fact that Norbeck didn't take action immediately, he still had some hesitation in his heart.
If he could earn the two million without any sacrifice and without paying any price, he would definitely be willing to earn the two million.
So when He Ao raised a question that could delay him for time, he would still choose to delay it as much as possible.
This forced him to answer He Ao's questions in order to stabilize He Ao.
And there is a high probability that he will not choose to lie, because he does not know what kind of information He Ao has. Once the lie is seen through, trust between the two will be lost, and he will have to choose to go to war with He Ao directly to gamble.
That ten million.
During this period of hesitation, although he was on his home court, he had actually lost the initiative.
At this moment, although He Ao was standing in the crowd and being pointed at a gun, he had actually become the controller of the situation.
