"Haha, I wish you could remember! I knew you were a good friend, man!" Donnie smiled and patted Fat Rafael on the shoulder.
The fat man shrugged, "Since we are friends, you can buy me this cup of coffee. I have something else to do and I have to leave first!"
"Of course, you are welcome! By the way, when you go back, say hello to the elders for me and say that I will definitely keep my promise!"
"Okay then, farewell!"
"Walk slowly!"
…
Donnie happily sent Fat Rafael away, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. He had thought that the family elders and those guys were so powerful, but in the end, he had to take into account his status as the eldest son of the family and let them go. One year? Bullshit! Come on!
I would have run away with the money!
Planning an escape plan in his mind, Downey waved to the waitress. After paying the bill, he took out his hat and civilized staff, put on his scarf, and then walked towards the bus stop not far away.
In order to avoid being tracked by the elders these days, Downey didn't dare to drive. Every time he traveled, he either took the bus or took a taxi.
New York at Christmas is a sea of joy. Not far away, children are holding colorful balloons in their hands. Some children are holding ice cream cones.
Some men dressed in Santa Claus clothes distributed flyers and small gifts on the streets.
Department stores are filled with cheerful Christmas carols, and beautiful and handsome men are wandering in groups between bars and department stores.
Donnie raised his civilized staff and took a deep breath.
It didn't snow today and the weather was very nice.
Thick snow piled up on both sides of the road, and some cleaners were working hard to shovel the snow.
Looking at the workers, Downey smiled disdainfully: "People are destined to be poor or rich when they are born, and I, Downey, am the latter! Even if I lose this time, my status will not be that of you clean people.
Achievable by workers!"
Donnie was mumbling as he arrived at the intersection. The red light was on and everyone was waiting.
Ding Dong!
The red light turned to green.
People started to move forward one after another.
Downey followed the crowd unhurriedly, with his chin raised, waving the civilized stick, and walking easily. As a financial elder and a son of a wealthy family, he would never allow himself to be in the company of those humble mortals.
Only later can his arrogance be revealed.
Not far away, a car roared past.
Regardless of the green light ahead!
drop----
A long trumpet blast.
Donnie turned around and saw the car hitting him head-on!
Pengdi!
Donnie was completely knocked out!
The civilized stick in his hand and the shoes under his feet were thrown far away!
With a thud, he fell onto the snow on the roadside, vomiting blood in his mouth, stained red with white blood.
People around looked at this scene in shock.
The car didn't stop and ran away immediately after hitting the person.
Donnie's ears rang with exclamations: "There's been a car accident!"
"Someone got hit!"
Only then did Tangny feel pain, his internal organs seemed to be shattered, and his entire chest was bleeding. He coughed, his eyes gradually blurred, and his hole gradually expanded, and slowly, there was no movement.
"Jingle bells, jingle bells! Jingle bells! What a joy to ski tonight, we're sitting on the sleigh!"
The cheerful Christmas songs continued to play, and many people gathered around Donnie.
Not far away, in a Buick car, Fat Rafael watched this scene quietly.
A man trotted over and spoke a few words into his ear.
After confirming the news of Downey's death, Raphael waved his hand to the driver and said: "Drive!"
The Buick started slowly and drove towards the distant road.
For Raphael, he has successfully completed his mission today. Downey's death will not only preserve the Rothschild family's reputation, but his assets will also be auctioned off naturally to repay the money he lost.
"Whoa! Whoa!"
The ambulance arrived late.
The two medical staff very dedicatedly carried the lifeless Downey onto a stretcher, carried him to the car, and then took him away.
The crowd gradually dispersed.
Three cleaners came over at this time, looking at the blood-stained snow and frowning in disgust: "Damn, it's really unlucky to have something like this happen on Christmas!"
"Hurry up! After shoveling all this snow, we can go to the bar for a drink and then go home to be with my wife!"
So, these cleaners, whom Downey looked down upon the most during his lifetime, began to take care of the snow - snow stained with blood!
…
Hilton Hotel.
Outside the window, heavy snow began to fall again, and it sprinkled heavily.
A bonfire burned in the indoor fireplace, crackling.
The warm breath drives away the chill brought by the heavy snow outside, making people feel lazy.
Shi Zhijian put down the newspaper in his hand. The front page headline was about the death of financial tycoon Downey.
Death in car accident!
And the driver responsible for the accident has been arrested.
According to the driver's confession, his car's brakes failed at that time. This kind of thing can easily happen in heavy snow.
This reason was accepted by the police, because after investigation, the driver was an honest white-collar worker with no criminal record. He was a good man at home and at work, and had no motive to kill Downey.
Many people even suspected that Downey accidentally hit the car accident and killed himself. After all, everyone knew that he lost a lot of money in the financial war not long ago, and his life was meaningless.
In short, Downey's car accident was quickly concluded. No one suspected that there was any conspiracy.
Shi Zhijian, who had read the newspaper at this time, knew that Downey's death was not that simple.
Not only did he know it, but Yan Xiong and others also knew it, so they immediately hired the top bodyguards in the United States to protect Shi Zhijian.
"Mr. Shi, I have arranged manpower on the entire floor of the building. If you need anything, just call me!" Yan Xiong said with a loyal face.
Shi Zhijian sat on the sofa, smiled, bent down to take a cigarette, and then asked Yan Xiong: "Is there a fire?"
"Mr. Shi, haven't you quit smoking?" Yan Xiong said this, but he quickly took out a lighter from his arms and came forward, respectfully helping Shi Zhijian light the cigarette.
Shi Zhijian did not smoke, but put it on the coffee table, "This cigarette is for me to pay homage to Mr. Downey!"
"Huh?" Yan Xiong was stunned for a moment.
"Also, get rid of those people outside!"
"Ah, what?" Yan Xiong was stunned again.
"Don't worry, people from the Rothschild family will not take action against me! For a big family like them, bloodline is no longer important, everyone is a pawn in their game!" Shi Zhijian said calmly,
"A family can last for hundreds of years not by blood, but by cold blood!"
Yan Xiong seemed to understand but not quite.
Shi Zhijian leaned on the sofa, slowly closed his eyes, and said: "I don't know why, I miss Li Zhaotian a little bit - it's difficult to have opponents like him and Downey!"
