Marvel's Saiki's Disaster

In the spacious study, a man was lying on a chair a little lazily at this time, wearing a custom-made suit, his eyes were focused, as if he was thinking, and he exuded the atmosphere of literature.

"Boom! Boom! "

There was a knock at the door.

"Come in."

The man closed the book and placed it gently on the table.

A strong black man walked in and respectfully reported: "Boss, that abandoned factory was blown up, and now it has been cordoned off by the police." "

Although the man appeared friendly on the surface, the black strong man did not dare to relax because of this.

You know, the man sitting across from him at this time is Frank Amick, the big drug lord in New York.

"Huh? Has the body been found? "

The tone of his speech was very peaceful, like a greeting between neighbors on a normal day, and there was no trace of the momentum of a superior in Frank's body.

The strong black man shook his head and replied, "I didn't find it, I guess I was dead." "

However, before the black strong man's words fell, I saw Frank sitting on the chair explode instantly, directly pushed the seat away, and his whole body popped up as if it was loaded with a spring.

"I'm asking about corpses?"

Frank's neck seemed to be in a plaster cast, and his stiff head was slightly raised, staring straight at the black man.

During this period, Frank's eyes did not fluctuate in the slightest, and even the tone of the inquiry was similar to the last time, but the feeling for the black strong man was completely different.

The black strong man was stared at like this, and he couldn't help but shudder, the huge size did not give him a sense of security, "I haven't found it yet, it may have been blown to pieces." "

"What I'm asking is, where did the body go?"

Frank walked slowly up to him and asked word by word.

was constantly pressed by his boss, the black strong man was about to cry, where would he know where the body went, and he was not a policeman, so he trembled and said: "No, I don't know, I really don't... Found it. "

It seemed that he had exhausted all his strength to say this, and the black strong man's forehead hung with cold sweat, forcibly suppressing the instinct to retreat.

"Hmm."

Frank nodded, then turned around, as if the wind had calmed down.

Seeing this, the black strong man finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the pressure Frank brought to him was too great.

But just when he was relaxed, he suddenly felt a pain in his head, and his body fell to the ground weakly.

At a glance, I don't know when a thick book was placed next to him, the pages were still stained with a lot of blood, and the attacker was Frank, who had calmed down.

The black man's head was dizzy, and he didn't understand why Frank had suddenly made a move on him.

"If you don't know, you don't know, why do you go out of your way to say they're dead?" Frank asked calmly.

The sharp pain in his head, and the pressure from the bottom of his heart, made the black man almost breathless, and he reluctantly said, "This is just my guess." "

Frank's eyes did not fluctuate, he picked up the book on the ground, opened one of the pages, and then read it softly: "Half-truths and half-truths are the most vicious lies, well, can you translate the meaning of this sentence for me?" "

The strong black man not only did not relax, but became more nervous, he could only endure the pain and replied respectfully: "Sorry, boss... I shouldn't have said my own conjectures, I should have answered them according to the facts. "

Frank smiled, seemingly pleased with the answer, but the book rested on the black man's throat and stomped it down.

"Ugh!"

Suddenly, blood gushed out like a column.

The black man let out a slight wail, clutched his neck, his face full of pain and puzzlement, and he had already answered why Frank had killed him.

Ignoring the struggling black man, Frank picked up a handkerchief on the table, wiped the blood from his hands, and then summoned two of his men who had been standing outside the door.

"Boss, please tell me something."

His subordinates in suits and leather shoes stood respectfully in front of him, ignoring the black strong man whose eyes were gradually fading.

"Inform Kim that I can give him what he wants, but I have to see the bodies of those masked clowns with my own eyes, don't mess with anything else, and tell him that I hate the smell of dogs because it makes me feel very uncomfortable."

As he spoke, Frank pointed to the corpse on the ground, "Make him into a dog can, and feed it to the dogs." "

"Yes, boss."

The subordinates responded with a peace, and immediately dragged the body of the strong black man and walked out of the office quickly, not daring to slack off in the slightest.