He angrily threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and crushed it with his foot.
"Lunch is here." Leng Zimo heard his complaint outside the door and walked up the steps, "I know you can't leave here, so my wife specially asked me to bring the dinner table."
Adam took the beer and saw Leng Zimo coming over with a tray in his hand. He hurriedly came forward to greet him, took the tray into his hand, pinched a piece of meat with his hands and threw it into his mouth. He tasted the taste and he immediately praised it.
"a!"
Leng Zimo took the pull tab of the cold beer and put it in his hand, "Drink some cold beer."
It's summer, and it's definitely a pleasure to drink a glass of cold beer at this time. Adam took the beer and took a big sip, and his whole body instantly cooled down. Looking at Leng Zimo, he became more and more pleasing to the eye, "Mr., I'm still a good friend, those guys."
They're all bastards."
Leng Zimo smiled and said, "I prepared a portion for two people. I heard there is another person here. Otherwise, you eat and I send it down?"
"No, no, I'll go by myself." Adam waved his hands hurriedly.
"It's okay. I'm not hungry anyway. If you are hungry, eat first." Leng Zimo picked up the tray on the table.
"It's really bad." Adam hurriedly stopped him, "If sir finds out, I will be finished. There are surveillance cameras here, and they can be seen in Rome."
He just thought that Leng Zimo wanted to do him a favor, and didn't think much about it. He just said these secrets casually.
"Okay, then you go in and I'll help you keep an eye on it." Leng Zimo didn't insist.
When Adam went down to deliver lunch, Leng Zimo leaned against the pillar and quietly observed the surroundings. His eyes scanned the monitoring equipment installed on the wall, and he quickly looked away.
monitor?
Can you see it in Rome?!
This information is undoubtedly very important news to Leng Zimo.
There must be something important on this second floor. Why does Locke care so much about it?
It seems that he needs to be more cautious about this matter.
After a while, Adam left and came back, and Leng Zimo looked at the key in his hand.
"Are these enough? If not, can I bring some more barbecue?"
"No, that's enough..." Adam put the key into his pocket casually and pinched the barbecue on the plate.
Watching him throw away the finished beer, Leng Zimo took the initiative to help him open the door and bring the second bottle of beer, "I heard that this island is full of Mr.'s valuable collections, including the oil paintings and antiques in the villa.
Is it all true?”
"Of course, these are all genuine," Adam lowered his voice, "I tell you, the oil painting in the living room is worth more than 20 million!"
"Really?!" Leng Zimo showed an exaggerated expression.
"Of course, the total value of everything on this island is at least one billion." Adam took a sip of beer, "But, to sir, these are nothing. The most important things on this island are not these.
"
"What is that?" Leng Zimo asked curiously.
Adam glanced at him sideways and raised the corners of his lips, "You'd better not ask about these."
Although the other party did not say it explicitly, it was not difficult for Leng Zimo to imagine that he was referring to Locke's criminal evidence, his network of relationships in various countries, and various accounting information.
Seemingly feeling a little sorry, Adam spoke again, "Don't look at the fact that this island only has so many things on the surface. This island cost nearly 100 million in the past. The real things are all here..."
