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They stood in front of a detached house, their eyes focused on a small window lit by a dim, yellow light that flickered intermittently, like a candle flame attracting moths in the wind.
Little did they know, dark clouds were already gathering...
The surveillance system failed due to unforeseen circumstances, and apart from passersby, no one could recall that several women dressed in black had ever been there.
The fence shook a few times, which might be mistaken for a stray cat climbing over the wall, but what kind of cat could cause such a noticeable shaking?
In any case, people busy making a living and enjoying themselves have no time to pay attention to this insignificant commotion.
The crackling of burning firewood could be heard from time to time inside the room, and tiny sparks flew onto the carpet, bringing ample warmth to the small room. Just like the man in the gray sweater at the table, his peaceful expression was as kind and welcoming as the fire.
A meticulously maintained typewriter sits in front of him. Perhaps out of nostalgia for the old days, even with computers and mobile phones, he treats it as an old friend, keeping it by his side and using it from time to time.
The person who received this document has already left, and many more people will see its contents, thus fulfilling the meaning it was originally intended to convey when it was created.
I occasionally glanced at the monitor beside me. Everything was fine. The child was sitting alone on the sofa, engrossed in an outdated storybook. Even without company, he didn't seem to throw a tantrum.
This is precisely what the man is proud of. He and his wife are busy with work and rarely have time to spend with their children during their childhood. Fortunately, their children are very sensible and will not cry and fuss when no one is around, nor do they need the housekeeper to spend a lot of time coaxing them and making a mess of the house.
and many more......
The man suddenly stood up, brought his head close to the screen, and his expression was unusually serious.
......
It was precisely because of the lack of companionship that he developed the good habit of reading, and in order to see more new stories, he always read very quickly, but... why does it seem like he hasn't turned a page since just now?
wrong......
He took off the blanket and was about to go to the living room to check on the situation when a rustling sound behind him made him stop.
"Swish"
The wind rushed in almost instantly, causing his body, which had long been accustomed to the warmth, to shiver involuntarily.
Then came the sound of boots hitting his hardwood floors, which were worth thousands of dollars...
Good evening, Mr. Constance Williams.
......No wonder.
The man turned around and saw a dashing woman in a black jacket, her white hair flowing gracefully in the night wind. Her beauty captivated this man, who had seen countless beautiful women in various settings, for a few seconds.
But her eyes also held a coldness completely at odds with her appearance and age, suggesting that she had come to take his life...
She greeted the man very politely, then closed the window behind her. The wind stopped, leaving only the two of them standing in the cozy room.
The man seemed to have anticipated something, and he put on his glasses on the table, his expression becoming increasingly serious.
"Miss, it's not very polite to climb through someone's window at night, even though you just said good evening to me..."
“I’m sorry, Mr. Williams, but you can understand, it’s a business matter, I’m just more used to going through this kind of place.”
......
The woman nodded slightly, then walked towards the area near the desk.
The man just stared at him without making any further move; his professional instincts told him that tonight might be anything but safe...
"Guess why I've come?"
She picked up the whiskey from the table and poured it into a clean, old-fashioned glass in the saucer.
"Heh... There are plenty of people who want me dead, but their reasons are all pretty much the same. I think you're probably the same, Miss."
He chuckled twice, his voice slightly hoarse, as if tobacco and alcohol had robbed him of his former health, but they could not take away his aura and authority.
421 Night Visit.2
"Then why are you so sure that my reason for coming is the same as theirs? You're still standing here perfectly fine."
The unnamed woman gently sniffed the whisky in her glass; the flavor, aged in oak barrels and over time, was always so captivating.
Even she was no exception. Neither the scars on her face and the eye patch, nor her sharp breath, could diminish her feminine charm. On the contrary, like a rose with thorns, she only became more alluring, compelling people to pluck her even if their hands were stained with blood, though they had never imagined the thorns would be so sharp...
The man was at a loss for words, unsure of what emotion he should express at this moment—whether he should be fascinated by it or terrified by the threat before him. After all the years of fighting and struggling, even with a gun pointed at his head, he had long forgotten how to show fear to the other party.
"Perhaps you have some kind of twisted sense of humor. I often have people like that under my command. Although they usually get a severe beating and expelled from the family after being caught, whether the other godfathers keep dogs, I don't know..."
He was much calmer than I had imagined, which was to be expected; otherwise, he wouldn't be in his current position.
"You're right, perhaps some people do have this kind of perverse taste..."
Her other hand still held a wine glass, the amber-colored liquid churning and emitting an increasingly rich aroma.
With his other hand, he pulled a silenced pistol from his jacket...
......
The man didn't speak again, glanced at the pistol, and then looked up at the woman in front of him.
She raised the pistol and twirled it in her hand a few times.
.......
He nodded slightly and took a slow, deep breath; if you looked closely, you could see beads of sweat on his forehead.
"Before that, I have a request..."
"what?"
As expected, the woman nodded, signaling him to continue.
"If possible, please send my children and wife to Gaul..."
His voice trembled slightly, a rare occurrence, but it only lasted for a moment, yet the woman still managed to catch it precisely.
She swirled the wine in her glass and whispered, "You love your family very much?"
"Yes, they are everything to me, and you should know the family rules about not harming family members."
"But there's also a saying, 'cut the weeds and eliminate the roots to prevent future troubles.' Your child is very sensible and calm, and doesn't show obvious emotional fluctuations due to a lack of companionship. Perhaps you've already prepared to raise him as your heir?"
......
The man didn't speak again, but took another deep breath and glanced at the ceiling.
"click"
.......
He gritted his teeth, ready to die a heroic death.
"Snapped"
This was not the gunshot he had expected. He looked up in confusion and saw the other person place the gun on the table in front of him and push it to him.
......
He did not take the gun, and remained motionless, merely staring intently at the woman before him, unsure of her intentions.
“Take this gun, Mr. Williams.”
......
He slowly picked up the pistol from the table, but did not point it at the other person's head.
“You didn’t point at my head, so I won’t either.”
He simply held the gun in his hand, without showing even the slightest hostility.
A slight smile finally appeared on the woman's cold face as she said, "A wise choice, Mr. Williams. It seems that too many options can be eliminated."
"What do you mean?"
The man became alert again, but as before, he simply held the gun in his hand.
The woman snapped her fingers as soon as she finished speaking...
In an instant, another window on the side of the room was opened, and another white-haired woman leaped into the room at an extremely fast speed. Unlike the one in front of her, she had a barcode on her face that had no meaning, and her white hair was much longer.
She also had a pistol in her hand; it seemed to be the other option she was referring to...
But it wasn't over yet. The other party opened the window again, and as a gust of wind rushed in, a blinding red light flashed in his eyes, causing him to turn his head uncomfortably.
When I looked down, a red dot of light suddenly appeared on my body...
.......
Three seconds later, the window was closed.
Another woman came to the desk and turned the monitor around. The image was completely different from what it had been a few minutes earlier, causing the man's pupils to dilate for a moment.
His child wasn't reading a book; instead, he was sitting in the living room with another woman dressed in black. The woman was holding the storybook and seemed to be reading it to his child, who was leaning on her shoulder, dozing off.
......
"...Looks like I have no choice, is that right?"
"Judging from the current situation, it seems so."
The woman poured the whiskey into another brand-new vintage glass and then handed it to the man in front of her.
Wishing you good health.
"Ah......"
He took the glass and then drank it all in one gulp.
"Tell me, what do you want?"
He understood his situation, was no longer afraid, and felt much more at ease.
After finishing her drink, the woman said in a deep voice, "Do you remember that three nights ago, your men made contact with a group of people, but none of them came back alive, and then a fierce shooting broke out?"
"Of course I remember, why?"
"The people who handle your people are our people."
......
The man's lips twitched twice, seemingly surprised by the answer he heard.
The woman continued, "We'd like to know if this is an instruction you authorized?"
"No, that's not it. Umbrella's legal representative told me to sever all cooperation with Gray Biotechnology Co., Ltd. If there is no cooperation, then I should not accept any transaction or cooperation requests from the other party, no matter how much they are worth. But I didn't know that my people had stolen your things. I didn't give this order to the gang leader, and the second-in-command didn't know either. No one should have received this order."
He was equally surprised, as it seemed they hadn't intended to narrow the road in the first place.
So, in other words, the problem lies with the instructions given to those few individuals, and it has nothing to do with the godfather of this family...
"UMP45, can you hear me?"
The woman asked a question into the headset; perhaps UMP45 was their code name. The godfather didn't understand what she meant.
"Ah."
The woman nodded again and continued...
"So, this robbery has nothing to do with you?"
422 The Godfather's Family
"My answer is no, but it's up to you whether you want to believe it or not."
He had no expression. Although he was upright and had nothing to hide, he was, after all, a godfather. If he wore a mask too often, it would become one with his face, and they would not be able to easily identify him.
However, this does not affect their next plan...
"M16, just tell him directly."
Another woman whispered, gesturing to the woman who was pouring drinks for both of them.
The woman, referred to as M16, nodded: "No need to rush."
She drank the wine, then nodded to the other person. The glass was slowly set down, making a heavy thud on the table, seemingly announcing a final, decisive result...
"Well then, Mr. Williams, we'll accept your explanation for now, and the purpose of our trip is..."
The man's glass was half full, and his eyes, which had witnessed countless darknesses in New York, were still bright and piercing. He did not flinch in the face of the suffocating cold and the gun barrel that was aimed somewhere unknown.
M16 paused, then said, “'Control' your family business, and most of our drugs will flow into the market through your hands and pass inspection smoothly. At the same time, you will fully and unconditionally cooperate with all our subsequent actions, but we will not touch your income, and you will still receive your share.”
.......
"Hahahaha!"
The man burst into laughter for no apparent reason, the wine in his hand spilling onto the expensive carpet as his body trembled, then gradually evaporating in the warmth...