American Fortune Life

"There is one more person—"

Yuri Cortez, who was sitting on the tree concentratingly, holding a long-focus lens camera and waiting for the opportunity to take pictures, heard the sudden voice, his whole body trembled, his face was ugly, and his eyes slowly lowered his head to look under the tree in panic.

I saw three burly and tall men in black suits appearing under the tree where he was. Two of them were looking up at him with a sneer on their faces, and the other was bending over to find something on the ground, and slowly straightened up The body also looked up at him.

"Only two footprints were found."

Standing under the tree with his head up and sneering, Michael, who looked at the panicked eyes of the TOU shooter, first raised his hand and pressed the headset, and then reported: "I have seen the guests, but there is another one who is no longer here. "

After the report was over, Michael raised his head and grinned at the tou shooter who was still on the tree stunned: "Friends on the tree, come down, let's talk."

"Don't...don't, don't get me wrong, I..."

"Gudong—"

Yuri, who wanted to say something at first, saw the man in black who spoke just now raised a pistol in his hand, and pointed the black muzzle at himself, his face turned pale with fright, and he raised his hands tremblingly.

"This piece of land belongs to private territory. You are trespassing now. According to the castle law, if I beat you to death now, you will be responsible for it!"

"No, don't shoot, I mean no harm, I'm just a reporter... I, I'll come down right away, please don't shoot."

Yuri on the tree was completely frightened when he heard the other party's words. Of course, he knew that he deserved to be beaten to death if he was good at trespassing on private territory. At this time, there is nothing else to care about. It would be nice to save his life for the time being. , Although he was killed, this bodyguard might be a little troublesome, but it is nothing to the richest man in the world behind him.

Looking at the other party's cold, indifferent eyes to life, Yuri knew that the other party might kill him without hesitation, so he took the camera off his neck very wisely, and slowly lowered it while holding the strap , After seeing a bodyguard under the tree raise his hand to signal, he let go. The other party caught the falling camera very accurately, and Yuri climbed down the tree with a pale face. After landing, he leaned against the big tree , squeezed out a smile on his ugly face, and raised his hands to signal his harmlessness.

"It's quite professional, and I know how to camouflage, auspicious clothes, ha~ you know, with your outfit, in fact, I can kill you directly from the opposite side!" Michael put the gun back into the holster, With a sneer and a sneer, he said with a cold gaze.

Yuri, who was really frightened, was about to say something when the bodyguard who was checking the camera said coldly, "Is that all?"

"Yes, yes, that's all, really, I'm not lying..."

"boom!"

"Don't kill me, don't kill me..."

At this moment, a gunshot rang out, causing Yuri to collapse to the ground in fright, holding his head, and crying tremblingly all over his body.

And Michael and the other two bodyguards looked at each other, knowing that something happened on the other side.

"Take it home first." Michael looked at the paparazzi who was huddled in a group and trembling on the ground, with a disgusted expression on his face, kicked the other side, and yelled coldly: "Shut up!"

"Woo--"

Yuri curled up in fright, his eyes were terrified, and he tightly covered his mouth. He knew that something must have happened to Rolando when the gunshot rang out before. Thinking that Rolando might have been killed, he even more He was scared, he thought about it, things would happen like this, he just wanted TOU to take some pictures and make some money, how could he lose his life, with tears and snot flowing, his legs were trembling and he was dragged out by two bodyguards forest.

When Michael and his party dragged Yuri back to the mansion, they saw a black SUV with a shattered rear window parked in the yard, and Yuri's face became even uglier when he saw the car, and his expression became more and more frightened .

Michael walked around to the front of the car and looked at the front windshield that had been shot through, but found no blood stains. After knowing that no one had been killed, he signaled to the other two, and a group of people walked into the garage.

At this time, in the garage, his face was pale with fright, his hands were trembling while holding a cup of coffee, his legs were also trembling, and Rolando, whose pants were soaked, was full of bullets whistling from his face. At that moment, he thought he was really going to die. He never thought that the other party would really dare to shoot him. He originally wanted to drive away when he saw the car blocking the road in front of him. Frightened, he also had to stop the car, opened the car door, and knelt on the ground with his hands up, no longer resisting.

What took more valuable photos, sold them to a paparazzi agency, left Los Angeles with the money, and lived the life of a rich man. . .

Looking at it now, what he thought before was simply a joke. When the bullet pierced the front windshield just now, Rolando swore that if nothing happened this time, he would definitely not be a paparazzi or a tou pat.

"came back."

Rolando, who was in a daze, heard the leader on the opposite side who had been drinking coffee and smiling at him speak, his whole body shivered involuntarily, and he looked back with worried and frightened eyes.

"call--"

still alive! It's good to be alive. . .

Seeing that Yuri, who was also in a state of embarrassment, was not dead, Rolando's worry and fear eased a little, until there was another chair beside him, and Yuri, who was alive and wide-eyed, was supported by the other party. Sit down on the chair.

"Coffee." Martin smiled and poured a cup of coffee for the new 'guest', and handed it to him.

"Thank you...thank you." Yuri took the coffee cup with trembling hands and pleading eyes.

"Try it, there is nothing to entertain you, but this is the top Blue Mountain coffee, which ordinary people can't enjoy." Martin sat on the workbench with a lot of tools, smiled and picked up the coffee cup He raised his hand and said.

"Very, very good . . . thank you, sir."

"Thank you, sir."

The two pale-faced paparazzi, after taking a sip like good babies, both squeezed out a smile and thanked Martin.

"Well, you don't need to thank me. You are guests, as it should be, although you are uninvited guests." Martin put down his coffee cup with a smile, looked at the two of them lightly and said, "Then, two friends, can you Tell me what's going on? Your name, who you're employed by, or which faction you're in?"

"No, no, sir, don't get me wrong, the two of us are paparazzi, we are not employed by anyone, we just want TOU to take some pictures and sell some money, there is absolutely no other purpose..."

"Sir, really, we're the kind of paparazzi at the bottom of Hollywood who are definitely not employed by anyone..."

Hearing the question raised by the person in charge who was smiling all the time, Yuri and Rolando were frightened and rushed to explain. They knew that the concept of unintentional tou shooting and intentional stalking was completely different, and the other party was the richest man in the world , once the other party thinks that he was ordered to follow Andy Smith, then things will be really big.

Want to kidnap? Still want to assassinate?

If they can't speak clearly, they will really be sent to see God.

"sit down!"

Martin frowned slightly as he looked at the two people who had stood up, bared their teeth and waved their claws, and explained in a panic.

Only then did Yuri and Rolando tremble, like ducks being choked, and sat down on the chairs obediently, looking at Martin, whose expression had become indifferent, with eyes full of pleading and panic. Dare to say anything more.

"What did I ask, what did you answer, name—"

. . . . . .

Half an hour later, Martin saw Andy in the study.

"Boss, I can basically confirm that the other two are freelance paparazzi and have not signed a contract with the newspaper. They are not following the boss, but because they found Miss Scarlett's address last week, they wanted to try their luck. I hope Take some photos secretly, sell some money, and squatted on the hillside opposite the house for five days..."