Four hundred and thirty-six chapters magical two father and son
"I'm waiting for your call, Mr. Lawrence." William squinted at Fatty Lawrence.
"Okay, Mr. Devonshire, I won't disturb you anymore." After saying this, Lawrence quickly pulled his son, who was also in panic, away.
After walking to the back of the auction house, Lawrence took out a handkerchief to wipe the cold sweat on his face, and whispered to Mickey, "Don't mess with him, Mickey, don't mess with William Devonshire, God, it seems that the rumors in the black market are true.
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"What's real or fake?" Mickey came back to his senses and wondered, "Father, isn't he just a bodyguard like a bear? It's not like we are underlings who can't fight."
"Shut up, Mickey." Seeing his son's eagerness to give it a try, Lawrence thought for a moment and decided to tell Mickey the truth so as not to offend someone he shouldn't mess with. He stretched out his head and whispered in his ear,
"There is a rumor in the underground world that William Devonshire killed dozens of mercenaries in Montenegro seven or eight months ago. There are also rumors that he was also responsible for the Albanian group who were killed a few months ago."
"How is that possible?" Mickey's face changed with fright. A few months ago, sixty or seventy people were killed in Albania in one night, which caused great panic in the French underground world. During that time, Mickey had been honest for a long time.
It took a while before I dared to go out and be cool,
"He is a world-class rich man. How could he kill hundreds of people by himself?"
Lawrence shook his head and said, "Many people are sure that William Devonshire did what happened in Montenegro. I thought it was impossible like you before, but when we came into contact just now, I could clearly feel the strong and melting aura on him.
The persistent smell of blood is the intuition developed by your father and me through our 30 years of working in special industries.
If what happened in Montenegro was definitely done by William Devonshire, then he must have done what happened when the French Albanian gang was wiped out a few months ago."
"Why".
"Because," Lawrence swallowed, with fear in his eyes, "because William Devonshire has a special habit."
"What?" Mickey asked hurriedly when he saw his father was shaking a little when he spoke.
Lawrence calmed down and said, "God, William Devonshire has a special way of killing people. He likes to use Glock, and he prefers to hit the head. If he can hit the target's head, he will never hit the body part.
The mercenaries who died in Montenegro and the Albanians in Paris had their heads shot above the 9th floor."
"What the hell?" Mickey looked at William in panic, who was sitting on the VIP table chatting and laughing with Wilson, and wiped his forehead, which was not sweating at all, "Is this guy sick? Why is he just tying his head?"
"Well", Mickey, who was looking at William, suddenly saw William raising his head and looking at him maliciously, "God, father, he can't hear our conversation."
Lawrence also noticed William staring at the father and son, "No, no, it's impossible, how could he hear it from so far away?"
Suddenly Lawrence's cell phone rang, and the guilty father and son were immediately startled by the ringtone.
When he took out his cell phone and saw the number, Lawrence immediately broke into a cold sweat and answered the call with trembling hands. He heard William's voice, "People who talk a lot don't live long, right? Mr. Lawrence."
"Yes, yes, yes, Mr. Devonshire, I know how to do it."
"Well, I like smart people. By the way, if I hear you and your son destroying Chinese antiques in the future, I will send someone to talk to you. Do you understand?"
"I understand, I understand, sir, I promise that that won't happen."
"Well, please help me take care of my little spider, thank you."
"Spider?" Lawrence looked at the hung up phone and didn't understand what spider meant. He raised his head and suddenly saw a spider the size of a fingernail on Mickey's shoulder. He was about to remind Mickey, but his mind immediately thought of William's words.
Isn't this exactly a spider?
"Don't move, Mickey." Lawrence reached out and wanted to pinch the spider robot on Mickey's shoulder, but before his hand touched the spider robot, he saw the little spider raised its forelimbs and waved at him a few times.
Looking at the forelimbs that shone with metallic light and were like blades, Lawrence immediately stopped squeezing them with his hands. After a moment of thought, he put his flat palms on Mickey's shoulders, and the spider robot immediately climbed onto his palms.
Now the two father and son immediately saw that the spider was a robot. Mickey asked his fat father in disbelief, "Is this a robot?"
"Of course, isn't it a robot or a biological spider?" Lawrence rolled his eyes at his stunned son, and just as he was about to speak, Mickey said, "Father, Mr. Devonshire's bodyguard is here."
Antonov walked over and said, "Mr. Lawrence, please excuse me." After speaking, he showed his palm and extended his hand to Lawrence.
"No trouble, no trouble." The spider robot in Lawrence's hand immediately contracted its eight legs and turned into a round bead in just 2 seconds. It rolled along Lawrence's hand and onto Antonov's palm, and then continued along the palm of his hand.
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A very slight 'pop' sound then merged into the round bead bracelet on Antonov's wrist.
Lawrence and his son were dumbfounded when they saw this. At a glance, they understood that the bracelets on Antonov's wrists were all such robots.
"Thank you, Mr. Lawrence. Mr. Devonshire asked me to remind you that children will suffer great consequences if they are not taken care of properly."
"I understand, sir. Thank you Mr. Devonshire for the reminder. I will educate Mickey well." Being ridiculed, Lawrence and Mickey, who was almost 30 years old, surprisingly did not feel angry at all. Instead, they were very excited to catch up with them.
William.
After staying in the special industry for a long time, Lawrence and his son understood that William showed them technology that was ahead of the times not only as a warning, but also to indirectly show that they were useful to William.
"Well, bye Mr. Lawrence." Antonov and Lawrence, father and son, nodded and returned to William.
Mickey looked at William in the distance with gleaming eyes, and said to Lawrence excitedly, "God, before I was a little dissatisfied with the rumors that Mr. Devonshire was a genius, but now I really admire him."
Lawrence looked at his son who had seen the wind with disdain, but in his heart he agreed with Mickey's words.
"Hey, I wish I had a sister and introduced her to Mr. Devonshire. From now on, our family will still be making fakes and buying and selling antiques on the black market."
"Shut up, Mickey."
Lawrence was so angry with such shameless words that he almost had a heart attack, "God, why am I smart? Your mother is smarter than me, but the son she gave birth to is an idiot. Damn it, if I have other children, do you think you idiot can do that?"
Do you want to inherit my career and wealth? I have already given you a sum of money to get you far away."
"You're not that smart," Mickey muttered, looking at Lawrence.
Just after muttering, Mickey heard a noise from behind him. He turned around and saw five or six Asians walking into the venue. Listening carefully to the language these people spoke, Mickey happily said to Lawrence, "Father, there is another group of Chinese people."
People are coming."
"I know, idiot, don't forget that I taught you Chinese dialect."
Lawrence was just thinking about whether to go up and say hello, but he saw these people standing at the back of the venue, looking around, and then walked directly to the VIP table where William and Wilson were sitting.