Life Copy Game

Chapter 1166 Negotiation (asking for monthly votes)

Hearing what the red-haired man said, Wicken turned his head, looked at the red-haired man next to him, and then said slowly, "I have no money."

"Good answer."

The red-haired man took a puff of cigarette, pulled out a Gauss pistol from his waist, put it against Wicken's chest, pressed him directly against the wall of the alleyway, and sneered, "Farewell, old man, I just like this kind of behavior." The feeling of eliminating harm to the people.”

Wiken was stunned. He didn't expect Borrick to move so quickly, without even giving him a chance to react. Before Wiken pulled the trigger, he hurriedly shouted, "Wait a minute, wait a minute, don't rush, I have a bigger business to discuss with you."

"Oh, what else can we talk about?"

Borrick put his finger on the trigger, a trace of disappointment seemed to flash in his eyes, "I just made arrangements in advance to save you, but you told me that you have no money. In business, the most important thing is credibility. What do you think?" Do you still have credibility with me, Mr. Wicken?"

"I don't think it's the end of the deal now,"

Wiken raised his hands and looked at Borrick calmly, "So now is not the time to pay. We should complete the larger transactions later before we can pay."

Then he glanced at his thin pajamas without any pockets and said hoarsely, "Besides, do you think I am someone who can pay?"

"Don't talk so much nonsense to me,"

Borrick raised his eyebrows, "Don't you have an anonymous account? Don't you have a cryptocurrency account? Those things don't require any physical cards, as long as you know the account number and password."

"Those account passwords and secret keys are all dozens or hundreds of alphanumeric characters. Who in the world can remember them?"

Weiken said quickly, "But I have a hardware wallet, several accounts, and a lot of money in it."

"Do you want me to escort you back to the two major consortiums to get the hardware wallet? Then I won't be beaten by your security personnel?"

Borrick raised his eyebrows and his voice became cold, "I knew I shouldn't trust you consortium idiots,"

He put his hand on the trigger, "Forget it, I've just run away in vain."

"Wait, wait,"

Wiken quickly shouted, "Do you think Sauter is a fool? I disappeared, you happened to disappear too, and you just happened to escape from the secret passage. There is no such coincidence in this world. If you kill me now, it will Still being hunted by the FBI.”

"Look what you said,"

Borrick grinned and said, "When I was guarding the building, I happened to find that the executive of Note Intelligence, Wicken, had run away. I immediately chased after him. Due to his fierce resistance, I had to kill him halfway and only brought back body,"

He put his hand on the trigger and slowly pressed it down, "Don't worry, when we came here, I had already cleaned up the traces, and no one noticed that we escaped through the secret passage."

"Thirty million! Thirty million!"

Wiken hissed, "As long as you are willing to help me, I will give you 30 million federal coins."

Borrick's hands never stopped moving.

"Fifty million! Fifty-five million! I don't have any more money!!!"

Wiccan shouted further.

Borrick's hand paused.

Weiken looked happy, but quickly suppressed it. He immediately said, "Fifty-five million, you only need one day to escort me back to the core of the consortium. How many people can only dream of making so much money? Those mercenaries who lick blood from their swords and can die at any time can only get up to two to three thousand federal coins a week.

"The employees in those factories work very hard for only seventy or eighty federal dollars a week, and they also have to pay high rents."

His voice gradually became lower, as if with some kind of whisper, "They can't make so much money even if they don't eat or drink for a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand years, but you only need one day, two days at most, You can make so much money,

"Fifty-five million federal dollars. If you have this money, you can have beautiful women lying in rows on the bed for you to choose from. You can buy gorgeous villas anywhere in the federation. You can even encircle a slum and become a local emperor and live a life of luxury. life.

"You, your son, your grandson, you, your son, your grandson, you, your son, you, your grandson, will never be able to spend so much money for several generations..."

Listening to Wiken's narration, Borrick's brows lowered slightly. He looked at Wiken and sneered, "Isn't this all the money you have? How many people did you kill to make this money? Old guy, You are really as bad as the rumors."

"No, that's not my money,"

Wiccan immediately said, "Then it will be your money right away."

"Fifty-five million?"

Borrick lowered his voice and looked at Wiccan,

"Do you think I will take great risks to escort you? Do you know how terrifying Sauter is? He kills us, just like killing chickens, one with each hand. He doesn't even need to take action. He can stare at you to death, and you can too. Knowing that guy is very smart, do you think I can really send you back? "

After hearing Borrick's narration, Wiccan seemed to remember something, a trace of suppressed fear flashed in his eyes, and his face was downcast, "Then what do you want?"

"Seventy million."

Borric said quickly.

"I simply can't afford that much money."

Wiccan immediately yelled.

"The situation is so chaotic now. Do the two major consortiums know how much money you spent?"

Borrick looked at Wiccan with a sneer, "Seventy-five million."

"You are much greedier than me,"

Weiken gritted his teeth and groaned for a moment, then growled, "Deal!"

Then he looked at Borrick, who was still unfinished, and seemed to feel that he had shouted too little, and said quickly, "No more, even if you kill me and take me back to the FBI, do you think Sauter will believe you? That guy He is just a devil. As long as there is any clue, he will capture you, skin and cramp you, and make you unable to survive or die. "

Seeing the fear in Wiken's eyes, Borrick looked strange, but he still agreed, "Indeed, that guy is a devil."

"Oh, don't think that guy is some kind-hearted person,"

Sensing Borrick's strange expression, Wiken smiled hoarsely with a hint of sarcasm, "That's just because you didn't stand on the opposite side of him. Believe me, as his enemy, you know how terrifying this guy is. If It’s not his identity that limits him, he would be the most terrifying devil in the world.”

He paused and said, "It's an honor. Now you have to stand with me and face that devil."

"Oh,"

Borrick sneered, "I haven't said I'm with you, old man. I'll kill you now and take your body back to confess to Sauter. He may not kill me."

Wiken's expression froze.

After a brief pause, Borrick sneered and took back the Gauss pistol, "Seventy-five million, I want a deposit of twenty-five million, you must give it to me before tonight,

"Of course, I don't mind if you give me all 75 million tonight. Don't try to bargain. If you negotiate the price again, I'll kill you with one shot."

"Welcome to the devil's opposite,"

Wiccan put down his hand, breathed a long sigh of relief, and looked at Borrick, "We will be together from now on."

"Only until I get the money,"

Borrick put away his gun, folded his hands, and mouthed toward the outside of the alleyway, "The Music Note Intelligent Building is over there."

"We can't go back now."

Wiccan said immediately.

"Um?"

Borric raised his gun.

"Now I can't do anything when I go back, and you can't get the money,"

The Weeknd added,

“Now that I and the original Note Intelligence executives who were loyal to me have been arrested, so have the senior management team of West Steel,

"The Mingte City branches of the two major consortiums are now leaderless. Some of the opposition groups that were originally suppressed by Rembert and I must have become active now, trying to seize the supreme power of the two major consortiums."

He chuckled, with a hint of mockery in his tone, "These guys are greedy enough, but not very capable. They are definitely still fighting for power and profit, making the consortium a mess."

"Isn't it now a good time for you to go back and regain power? Why are you still so timid?"

Borric scoffed.

"These guys also have involvement within the consortium's security forces,"

Wiken seemed not to have heard Borrick's sarcastic tone at all, and said hoarsely, "Most of the security forces loyal to me are surrounding the FBI building."

"They should be gone by now. Even if they are not all dead, they should have been surrendered by the city defense army."

Borrick raised his head and glanced in the direction of the FBI. The gunfire and gunfire over there had completely stopped.

Wiken's expression dropped slightly, and then he continued slowly, "The elite security forces loyal to Rembert were killed by Sauter. Now the remaining security forces in the hands of the two major consortiums are full of sand and full of those A nail planted by a fool with great ambition but little talent.

"Although they are fighting fiercely among themselves, once I go back, they will definitely unite to deal with me first. By then, I may be killed by them before I even return to the Note Smart Building."

"So you are a lost dog now?"

Borrick's brows were frivolous, and he slightly tightened his grip on the Gauss pistol in his hand. "It seems that my business vision is indeed not very good?"

"Don't get excited, young man,"

Wicken glanced at Borrick. He seemed to have figured out the red-haired man's temper. He smiled hoarsely and said, "You will not lose a penny of your money."

"It seems you have other methods?"

Borrick put down the Gauss pistol in his hand and asked with a smile.

"I have been working at Note Intelligence for so many years, and the internal prestige is still there. Just one or two days can't do anything bad,"

Weiken chuckled and said, "And now that the two major consortiums are leaderless, it is a good opportunity to integrate the power of the two major consortiums in Mingte City."

"How to integrate?"

Borrick looked at Wiccan and sneered, "On the two of us?"

"Of course not, force is the foundation of rule,"

Wiken's old body was slightly hunched, and he glanced in the direction of the Music Note Intelligent Building with a sneer, then turned to look in the other direction of the alleyway, "We have to go to a place to borrow troops first."

"Where to go?"

Borrick was stunned.

Wiken glanced at Borrick and said coldly, "Church of Chaos, just follow me."

As he spoke, he quickly moved forward along the alley.

Borrick glanced at his back and followed his footsteps.

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