The ghostly brave man mixed in American comics

Daviano didn't seem to care about Lance's attitude at this time, and his expression seemed quite relaxed. Even after taking a sip of red wine from his goblet, he looked at Lance who was approaching him with interest.

"I don't know your purpose for the time being, but the girl I was hired to look for is now dead."

Lance walked over to his desk, braced his hands on it, and looked at him with his upper body slightly bent forward and said, "I want to know the reason behind it, and I want to know why you hired me and for what purpose." "

Oh? Dead girl? Daviano leaned back, leaned back in the chair and moved away from Lance, looked at the chandelier on the ceiling and muttered, "Uh-huh... Dead girl... Dead girl..."

Daviano, who repeated the words over and over again, did not seem to notice Lance's gradually gloomy face.

Suddenly, he sat up straight, looked at Lance a little nervously, and said, "I ask you... You just walked into my office talking to yourself like that—yes, you just walked in and accused me of committing a crime, didn't you?

The flirtatious Daviano looked very surprised and continued: "Does anyone really do this in this era? Did you really do that? How the hell did you get in?

Lance, who no longer wanted to play with him slowly, lost patience, raised his hand and slapped the table, and said in an indifferent tone: "My patience is limited, and you won't answer my questions."

"No, no, no, this gentleman, I don't know you, I've never heard of such a person as you."

Daviano, who seemed to be very confident in his abilities, did not care about Lance's attitude, and still spoke to himself.

"And I don't understand what you're talking about, or what you're implying, you can't just walk in and insinuate with me, and guess what? I have to ask you to leave.

The smug Daviano stood up, took a puff of his cigar and picked up the phone: "Or do I call security?" The police? Can I even accuse you of trespassing? "

Huh... This guy is quite cunning.

"It seems that you don't shed tears if you don't see the coffin." A smile was drawn at the corner of Lance's mouth and he straightened up.

"I don't care what else you have to say, anyway, you have to get out of here right now, if you don't leave, then I'll call the security and police." Daviano pointed to the doorway.

A playful Lance looked at him with his hands folded in front of his chest and said, "Is it? So what are you going to tell the police?

"The police came to me and I think they'll be happy with what I know because I know what to say!"

As soon as the words fell, Lance raised his leg and stomped hard, and the floor shook.

The huge force made the goblet that Daviano put on the table fall directly to the ground, and he himself almost fell, looking at Lance in front of him with a serious face.

"That's what threatens to do." After grinning at him, Lance turned and left, while Daviano behind him, the cigar in his hand at the moment, had fallen to the ground, burning on the carpet and emitting a bad smell.

Lance, who was back in the car, waited silently.

[Why don't you beat him up and ask him again?] Don't you want to find out who is behind it?

"Of course not, but now is not the time, we have to take our time, why look at me with that look?"

As soon as Lance turned his head, he saw Tom's foolish eyes, reached out and grabbed the back of its neck, lifted it up, put it on his leg, and began to rub it.

"I know Tom, you must be wondering: what is the meaning of that negotiation just now?"

"After listening to the kitten and traveling through this noisy and broken world, I found that everything a lawyer does is basically entrusted by someone and is paid to do things."

"I mean, when I found out that the owner of the phone number in the woman's phone was a lawyer, I immediately understood that this lawyer was not actually the person I was looking for."

"Did you notice the expression on the face of the dead girl when I mentioned him? He actually knew I existed, but apparently he didn't know that it was also involved in a murder.

After unknowingly rubbing Tom into a ball, Lance put it back in the co-pilot, pretending not to see his angry eyes.

"These lawyers... As long as there is money to take, these damn bastards can do anything to anyone. I'll have to talk to the guy who hired him. I have to talk to my employer's employer. "

Huh~"

Tom, who instantly opened his limbs, made a strange sound, glared at Lance fiercely, and then squinted his eyes and lay on the chair, motionless as if thinking about complex philosophical questions of human nature.

Lance turned his head and looked out the window indifferently.

[So what do we do now?] In your "one step at a time" plan, which step is you currently taking?

"Take it easy man, at least I managed to scare that lawyer out of the, and didn't reveal my purpose in the process."

Lance responded with a smile, crossing his hands on the back of his head and lying on the backrest: "Now I just have to sit here like this, and I promise you, just now I walked into the elevator with my front foot, and then I will call 'that person' with my feet."

And I, waiting in the parking lot of his office building, guarded next to his car. When he comes out of the office, he will be panicked and suspicious, scrambling away from where I can find it, and when that time comes..." As

if thinking of the image that came to mind, Lance chuckled and continued, "I promise you, he will definitely lead me to the person I am really looking for. He'll go straight to that guy, and I'd dare to pack a ticket. "

He was confident that Daviano would definitely act according to the script he envisioned and then take himself where he wanted to go.

Meizi stretched out her right hand and gestured to Tom in victory.

[So you're ready to sit and wait?] Tom looked at him with a frown.

"yes, don't I sit and wait, do I lie down and wait? Lance stretched out, leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes: "Great Excellency, Tang Dalian, then please help me stare at him."

Looking at Lance's laid-back expression, Tom itched his teeth with anger.

[You're really welcome!]

Lance had just squinted for less than ten minutes when a large hand reached out the car window and grabbed him by the collar and jerked it out.

Lance, who was like a puppet, was slammed by him on the hood of a car next to him, and then the strange man stretched out his incomparably fat hands and choked Lance's neck, staring at him with a fierce face.

Only at this time, Lance, who had not been harmed in any way, opened his eyes: "This wake-up call service is a little too intense, man."

He even reached out and rubbed the dead fish eyes that hadn't woken up yet.

At this time, Tom had already jumped on the roof of Camaro's car and watched this scene with a grin.

It was done on purpose, and Tom, who sensed that someone was coming, did not tell Lance, but wanted to see how embarrassed he looked.

Of course, because this person is not threatening, otherwise Lance will instinctively react and make corresponding defensive or counter-attacking actions.

Just like you're drinking a Coke with an air conditioner, the forty-degree sun outside the house doesn't hurt you in any way.

The man who did not have the slightest vision still said threatening words to himself: "Do you know how good this kind of commissioned work is?" After I finish you, I can take your lifeless corpse to a remote place and do whatever I want with you.

"At that point, you'll know why they called me 'Roshan Marco!'" Hahaha"

The man who called himself Roshan Marco chattered and roared, and the power in his hand gradually increased.

Lance, who listened to him say this, suddenly felt a little sick, even if he was pinched by the neck at the moment, he didn't feel much, but the devil knew what disgusting things he had done with these hands?

After reaching out and grabbing his arm, Lance pushed slightly, only to hear a 'click' sound, and the crisp sound and severe pain of bone breaking made Marco scream, directly releasing Lance's neck and taking a step back.

But just as he tried to attack again, Lance raised his leg and hit his stomach with a knee.

"Poof!"

Marco spat out a mouthful of blood, fell to the ground, and looked at Lance with horror in his eyes, he had strangled so many people with his own hands, this was the first time he had met and could kill him.

"That's right, let's be honest, then, who is your employer?" Lance stepped forward and looked condescendingly at Marco who had fallen to the ground, his eyes sharp as an eagle falcon.

"Go... You...... Mom..." Marco covered her stomach and looked at him with a curse grin, showing excellent qualities and resolutely reluctant to reveal any information about the employer.

"Good! Be ambitious! I appreciate you! After

saying that, the leg lift was a foot on his big hand, Lance turned his heel, and the sound of 'clicking' bones breaking clearly reached Lance's ears.

The arm was gone, and now even the ruthless iron hand on which he depended for his survival was trampled down, and the pain of ten fingers connected to his heart made Marco let out a piercing wail.

The other hand tried to push Lance away, but he was like a welded leg, not moving.

"Who is the employer?"

Marco, who was hopeless to break free, gritted his teeth, still endured the pain and said, "I'll go to your mother..."

Without hesitation, Lance raised his leg again and stepped on Marco's other arm, and the crisp sound of broken bones came again.

Lift your foot, step on, ask... After four rounds, Marco, who was always gritting his teeth and unwilling to reveal any information, had his hands and legs completely scrapped at this time, and had to lie on the ground and stare at Lance with a twisted color.

Fortunately, his eyes can't kill.

"Tom, come here." Lance beckoned to Tom.

Little Tom, who was watching the play next to him, ran over with a puzzled face, but Lance crouched down to pick it up and stretched out his hands to hand it over Marco's ugly face.

"Pee him!"