The crocodile pointed at the blond Mace and said calmly: "Don't worry, I'm not looking for you, I'm looking for him!"
Metz's heart suddenly trembled when he heard this, and he asked, "Why are you looking for me?"
Crocodile heard this and touched his nose and said, "I have a problem with my nose. Are you using Dior's cologne?"
Metz was stunned for a moment and said, "Why do you care about this?"
At the same time, Adelson's hand reached into his butt pocket to take out his cell phone.
It is worth mentioning that capitalism is capitalism, and Adelson's current wealthy district of Polly Blair is a typical wealthy district in the United States. It is quiet, elegant, and has a quiet environment, and at the same time, there are almost no idlers.
In fact, the rich areas in the United States have several characteristics. The first is the environment. The poor live in the downtown area, while the rich live in the mountains. They have blue skies and white clouds, fresh air, flowers, grass, mountains, water, forests and (wild) animals.
As for sea view villas, they are places where rich people only stay occasionally when they are on vacation.
Secondly, it is expensive. Of course, the expensive here does not refer to the cost of the villa yard (the size varies according to the laws of each state, but it is at least two hectares with lawn and surrounding environment) itself. After all, even in New York State
In such a wealthy state, villas costing two million US dollars are considered fully equipped and luxurious, while those super mansions costing tens or even hundreds of millions of US dollars are prepared for the kind of conglomerate families or guys who have appeared in "Forbes" magazine.
Generally speaking, rich Americans will not choose this kind of luxury house. It is not because they cannot afford it, but because it is too large and impractical and will make it difficult to pay for it every year. Because usually, the annual cost of a two million villa is enough.
It’s quite astonishing. Just lawn mowing, fertilizing, watering and other management costs. Add in real estate taxes, and it’s a little over 100,000 US dollars per year! To put it simply, this is the same as paying for a car, and those with multi-billion dollar mansions
For similar expenses, it is not uncommon to spend millions of dollars a year.
The last one is the rich area with a really good environment. Every house does not have a locked door. Of course, it is necessary to close the door, otherwise the animals in the surrounding forest will break into the house and mess around with food, but even if the door is closed, it will
At most, it’s like the bathrooms in many high-rise residential homes in China.
It's like a living room door that can be pushed open by pressing the handle. The reason why it is like this is because the rich have a concept. Everyone who can live in the same area is almost rich, so who will steal from whom? Besides,
Although there are few security personnel in the area, there are still many surveillance cameras.
Yes, that’s right. There aren’t many security guards in open wealthy areas like Polly Blair. There has never even been a theft case. As for criminal cases, they haven’t happened here either. Why? It’s simple. Because it’s common.
It is too conspicuous for outsiders to enter this area, and every household
Every household has more than one gun, and when outsiders come as guests, they must say hello in advance, otherwise once they step onto someone else's lawn, it is equivalent to entering someone else's territory privately, which is illegal. If the owner does not listen to the advice, he can be shot to death, and his death will be in vain! Of course. Rich
Although there is little security in the inhabited area, the police will arrive quickly if something happens.
It was precisely because of the above points that the crocodile broke into Adelson's villa quite easily, without even Mays noticing.
"Mr. over there, although I'm not looking for you, if the hand behind your butt wants to take out your mobile phone, I don't mind cutting it off!"
Hearing what the crocodile said, Adelson, who was still forbearing, suddenly became furious: "Three lotus roots float in the green pond!" He cursed and ran upstairs, planning to get his gun.
Hearing this, Metz shouted: "No, don't move..."
Before he finished speaking, Adelson felt his eyes blurred as soon as he stepped onto the stairs, and then his head seemed to hit the iron plate. When he sat down on the ground, he took a closer look and found that the crocodile had already blocked it.
On the stairs.
"You..." Adelson, who had imagined the speed of the crocodile's movement, looked in disbelief. Just as he was about to beg for mercy, the crocodile had already jumped down the stairs and stomped heavily on Adelson's knees.
"Crack!"
With just one sound, Adelson's knees turned into pieces of flesh and bone and stuck to the floor. "Ah..." Adelson, the second-generation gambler, screamed loudly, but only heard the crocodile say coldly.
: "Shut up! Otherwise I won't mind stamping on your head!"
"hiss--"
Adelson took a deep breath and covered his mouth with his hands. Even though the pain brought tears to his eyes, he did not dare to scream anymore.
At this time, the crocodile did not move. He stood on Adelson's patty-like knees, looked at Metz again, and said, "Tell me, why did you offend Miss Trump?"
As soon as these words came out, not only Metz, but also Adelson was shocked and secretly shouted that it was bad.
At this time, Mace had already seen that the crocodile was far beyond his strength, and he said bitterly in his heart but vividly in his mind: "I didn't offend Miss Ivanka, I just wanted to say hello to her!"
"greet!?"
"Yes, hello!" Mace trembled slightly but did not show it. Instead, he pretended to be puzzled and said: "You must be an advanced person, right? It seems that Miss Ivanka's strength cannot command you... uh
!!”
Before he finished speaking, the crocodile had already strangled his neck and said coldly: "You talk too much! Last question..."
"Well, please...please speak!" Mace, who was being choked, finally managed to choke out these few words from his throat.
The crocodile stared at Mace's eyes coldly and said word by word: "Did you overhear the conversation between Miss Trump and Miss Schilling at the party?" Mace's eyes were shocked, and then he was stunned.
Stay, I don’t dare to pick up the fight anymore.
The room was silent for a moment, and only the heavy breathing of Adelson and Mays could be heard.
"Oh, it looks like it is!" the crocodile's golden voice sounded, and it seemed that it had murderous intentions.
Mace hurriedly kicked and kicked, looking like he was struggling desperately, and finally managed to hold back half a sentence: "You... you can't... kill me..."
The crocodile sneered, then moved his other hand behind him and hit Mace on the waist, breaking his lumbar spine. Then he threw him to the ground and sneered: "I won't kill you? Give me a reason!"
"I, ahem, I am the person chosen by the gods. When the oracle speaks, the glory of the gods will come to this world. If you kill me, the gods will not let you go..."
"God?! What nonsense?" The crocodile looked disdainful. "For me, there is only one god in my mind. You can go and die!" As he said that, he stomped on Mace's head.
head on.
"Pah...chirp!"
Although there was a slight delay, the crocodile still trampled Mace's head to pieces. Then he looked back at Adelson, who was leaning on the stairs with a mobile phone and his hands were shaking wildly, and he couldn't even dial the number correctly. He sneered:
"Haha, are you so afraid of death?"
"Let it go, let me go. I can give you money, lots and lots of money. My dad is the king of gambling!" Adelson begged and began to grab the steps with his hands and try to climb upstairs. As a result, his belt scraped on the steps.
The rim soon became loose, and the pants naturally fell down, revealing the flowery underwear.
The crocodile looked at Adelson's flowered underwear and white flesh, and actually became lustful. He chased after him, grabbed Adelson's flowered underwear with two hands, and said with a evil smile: "As long as you can satisfy me, I will
Spare your life!"
"Satisfy you? How to satisfy you?" Adelson was stunned for a moment, and then he felt the crocodile's restless hand on his butt, and his hair stood on end...
Just when the crocodile ignored Adelson's resistance and raped him, in the headquarters of the police in Washington, D.C., Director Carey John Waugh had not yet gotten off work, because just half an hour ago, George W. Bush issued a death order to him.
The corpse maniac must be caught, and quickly, and appointed as the main person in charge of this case.
Qiangwo understood that this was the ultimatum given to him by the president. If the murderer could not be caught in the body-robber case, he would have no choice but to resign, so he could only exert high pressure on the specific investigators below.
Qiang Wo took a look at the latest progress report of the case in the computer file. The latest time recorded in the report was an hour ago, but the whole case still had no clue, so he couldn't hold it back, picked up the phone and called his secretary, roaring
: "Is there no reply from la yet? Zhete, what do they do for food?"
"Director Sauri, we don't have any clues in California yet. In fact, the states where corpses were stolen are all the same, and there is no useful information. However, this also shows that the thefts of corpses in multiple states are caused by the same person or the same group of people.
!" Female secretary Neary said with some helplessness.
These days, she didn't know how many times she had been used as a punching bag for Qiang Wo. If she hadn't known that once Qiang Wo was dismissed and the next director would definitely not use her, she would have resigned long ago.
Hearing Neary's feeble reply, Jon Wo planned to rant a few more words. At this moment, the electronic file was updated and the page refreshed. The California Bureau of Investigation gave the latest conclusion: "Stealing corpses."
The madman confirms the chosen one without a doubt!"
Seeing this conclusion, Qiangwo's eyebrows almost stood up. He realized that the case of the body thief was now more difficult than a few minutes ago, because it involved a group that made Washington very uneasy——
God's Chosen One.
"Niri, please help me get the president's hotline. I need to talk to Mr. President!"
"Now?"
"Yes, immediately, immediately, now!"
Two minutes later, the dedicated line was connected, and Qiangwo couldn't wait to reveal his identity to the other end of the phone: "Mr. President, it's me, Kyrie Qiangwo!"
"Is there something urgent?"
"Well, it's about the corpse-thief maniac."
"speak!"
"The latest news from California has conclusive evidence that the corpse-thief madman is the Chosen One!" Qiang Wo said.
"Who specifically?" Bush asked.
"It's not locked yet..."
"Then what did you call me to say?" George W. Bush was a little angry.
"Mr. President, God's Chosen One, what I want to say is God's Chosen One..."
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